When the car reached the top of the hill and I looked back at Yejia Village through the car window, my heart suddenly felt inexplicably severe pain, as if something very important had slipped from my hands.
When they arrived at the small county town, people sent by Su Qingcheng came to pick up Dag and took Ma Shikai by plane back to Yandu.
Teng Lao Shilin Dade and I each drove a car and drove north slowly and leisurely.
Xia Binghai asked me to go back to Prince Yandu’s Mansion for the New Year’s Eve dinner before New Year’s Eve, but I definitely wouldn’t go.
Of the Xia family, the only ones I can see right are Luo Sloppy, Guo Hong, and Bao Guoxing.
The rest of them, Yao Guangde, Xu Chunxiang and others who deceive the world and steal their fame, make me sick just looking at them and I don’t want to have any contact with them at all.
And Xia Yuzhou, who is slipperier than a fucking loach and eel, I don’t want to deal with him either!
Um!
And that Tang Ling who was depressed and neurotic behind closed doors!
Plus my nominally weird, arrogant, arrogant and willful little junior sister Yunyou!
I'm going to have a fucking reunion dinner?
That means you are uncomfortable!
There's no need to eat alone with Xia Binghai, but sharing a table with a group of other men and women?
Definitely not going!
Even if I kill you, I won’t go!
Although I won’t go back, I still prepared New Year’s gifts for Xia Binghai and asked the people staying in the courtyard to deliver them.
A customized mobile phone!
Big keyboard!
Comes with four speakers!
Add a large-capacity battery!
The only drawback is that it’s a bit heavy!
But that doesn't matter.
Xia Binghai is the number one person in Tianyi. She has several life secretaries. Even if her mobile phone is turned into a brick, someone will take it.
On the day he left Ye Buyi's house, a piece of news came from Secretary April, the general liaison officer of the Wujia Liaison Office.
With the joint approval of the Wujia Joint Office and Wuyue, the election for the general consultant of China's historical archeology has officially begun!
The seven candidates are arranged according to the strokes of their surnames, namely Wang Jingsong, Zhang Shangyu, Chen Hongpin, Mu Chunqiu, Xia Ding, Xie Yuanhong, and Long Yao!
Due to the particularity of the general consultant of historical archeology, the election of the general consultant is a competitive recruitment system!
The announcement of the news immediately triggered an eight-magnitude earthquake, and the whole world was shocked.
Amid the divergent opinions, the disciples, disciples and backers of the seven contenders also started to move!
The city of Yandu, which has been here for six hundred years, is destined to be another unstable year.
"The Olympic Organizing Committee wants to photograph the dragon tripod and Fangzhou Museum exhibits for publicity and distribution, and needs your authorization."
"Just say I'm not here!"
"They called us and sent us a fax..."
"Just say I'm not free!"
"The deputy team leader and Director Zhang even visited the house in person..."
"Just say I'm dead!"
"Deputy Tianxin has come to the Academy of Sciences, the Hanlin Academy, the Tianjian, and the Special Office. I want to ask you when you will be back?"
"Just say that I am in the declassification period. If you want to see me, you must first go to the headquarters and go through the procedures with the Tianjia Army."
"Without the signatures of Long Guangyao and Wang Peng, I will not recognize them."
The moment I hung up the phone and opened the car door, a chill hit me and I subconsciously wrapped my coat tightly. I couldn't help shivering several times.
The winter in this hellish place called Sun River makes me a little scared.
The temperature was fine during the day, but after the sun went down, the temperature dropped sharply, and I needed to wear a down jacket to withstand it.
I wonder if he is used to it here?
Thinking of the agreement I made with him, I was late for more than two thousand days and nights, and I felt guilty.
He turned around after zipping up his zipper, walked through the narrow street, and was about to walk into the alley.
Next to the trash can squatted an old man selling buckwheat tofu, curled up into a ball, and holding an empty wine bottle in his hand.
After walking no more than two meters, I stepped back.
Yandu has been living in a food desert for a long time, so I am particularly interested in local snacks.
Buckwheat gray tofu is a specialty in the Taiyang River area. Like Maotai, only buckwheat gray tofu made with water from specific mountainous areas is
Absolutely delicious.
The moment I turned around, I saw a hand emerging from the trash can!
My eyes tightened!
Within two seconds, another little head popped out of the trash can, looking around timidly and timidly.
After confirming that it was safe, the little head, which was dirtier than a beggar, dived into the trash can again, and it took half a minute before it emerged again.
This time, when the little head got up again, it actually bit the wall of the trash can with its mouth, and then slowly reached out with one hand to hold the armrest of the trash can.
The moment I saw Little Touou's hand, my heart beat hard.
This little hand is very strange!
It's crippled!
To be precise, it was a broken hand that was reattached by natural growth without any external treatment after an accident.
Amid the stench, a little beggar carefully dug out the trash can with his remaining hand holding the rusty handrail!
At that moment, I couldn't help but grit my teeth.
The little beggar’s legs are lame!
Similarly, the little beggar's legs were broken and regrown by natural growth.
Overall, this little beggar looks like a monster.
Climbing out of the trash can, the disabled little beggar lay on the cold and dirty ground, crawling forward silently.
The little beggar looked like he was no more than ten years old, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole. Compared to me in the Jinhe Cliff Cave, there is almost no difference.
I couldn't help but frown.
However, the next scene moved me.
I saw the little beggar's head just climbed out of the trash can, and immediately the left side of his face was pressed tightly against the ground, using the clumsiest and most comical movements to move inch by inch, like a puppy with its limbs broken, which was heartbreaking to see. .
The floor tiles in the small county town are very hard and cold, and there are many bumps and convexities.
But the little beggar didn't care at all. He just wiped the left side of his face on the rough ground and crawled slowly, moving very gently, for fear of disturbing anyone.
Under the lonely and dim street lamp, the little beggar was like a severed earthworm, lingering on the ground and wriggling.
This scene fell into my eyes, and I suddenly remembered those days in Jinhe Cliff Cave.
In the first year, I was worse than an earthworm!
Only two meters away, the little beggar crawled for a full minute, not knowing what the child was doing.
Gradually, slowly, the little beggar squirmed to the old man selling buckwheat tofu.
