"I'm sorry I was wrong and caused you trouble. Feng Sheng looked at Lin Feng and said infinitely apologetically.

Lin Feng didn't speak, he stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and didn't stop the car on the side of the road until he drove a long distance.

Lin Feng leaned on the backrest, the collar of his clothes was torn and drooped to the side, and the strangulation marks and scratches on his neck had turned blue and purple, swollen and swollen, and he felt a burning pain, so that his breathing was short.

Looking at the wind again, the situation is not much better, the wound on the hand, a lot of blood flowed out, and now it has coagulated into black patches, and the face is also colored.

Lin Feng opened the car door, walked to the hood, held a towel in his hand, cleaned up the broken glass, and then, jumped into the car, pressed the overhead light, wrapped up the debris as much as possible, and threw it out of the car window.

"Actually, we are in a catastrophe. Lin Feng swallowed and foamed, his cheeks distorted in pain.

"Why?"

"That damba was lying on the hood of the car, and it was clear that he was either going to run me to death or asking me to get a ride. Lin Feng said, "At that time, I had already discovered that something was wrong, but I could only act at the opportunity." ”

"Ouch, I'm stupid! I didn't even notice anything out of the ordinary. ”

"I can't complain about you, we've heard of this kind of thing a long time ago, and we're mentally prepared. They first find a hitchhiker, and then they join them in the car, get the passing cars, and get money. ”

"Doesn't anyone care?"

"It's hard to manage, but fortunately, we only suffered a slight injury, and we didn't suffer major damage, but the car needs to be repaired. ”

Fengsheng looked at the young Lin Feng, and admired it in his heart, but he didn't expect that he was so calm and mature at a young age, and he didn't mess up when he encountered things, which showed that the person recommended by Lin Yuejiang was quite reliable.

On the plateau in March, the temperature was below freezing in the middle of the night, and the cold wind pierced through the hole in the front windshield and pounced on the two of them, and after they were frightened, they found that their cheeks were numb from cold.

When the morning light in the east was slightly dewed, Lin Feng drove the tattered off-road vehicle everywhere, facing the dim street lights on the side of the road, drove off the road, and drove towards Chaba Village not far away.

Near the head of the village is a round stone house with a sign hanging on it----- which looks like this is a frequent place for travelers to stop. A black dog tooth was outside, as fierce as a lion, and the rest of the people's houses were scattered on the hillside like gray pearls.

Parking the car on the side of the road, the two got out of the car and came to the front of the house.

The barking of the black dog woke up the owner, and with a "squeak", the door opened. The master shouted loudly as he walked over and greeted the two.

The hosts were welcoming, provided them with the best conditions, treated them like loved ones, and received them.

The two of them were exhausted, walked into the room, fell on the bed, covered themselves with a quilt, fell asleep, and soon fell asleep.

The morning breeze from the plateau blew the strips of cloth on the windows and let the sunlight into the room.

The sound of the wind rubbed his eyes, and gradually woke up from the dream, feeling a terrible headache, he slowly turned over, leaned on the pillow, and looked at the strips of cloth on the window, all falling together.

Only then did he realize that the house was made of irregular stones, the stones were quarried from the nearby mountains, all yellow-brown, the ground was covered with small stones, and against the wall were two small gray tablecloths, covered with plastic tablecloths with saffron wavy patterns, and next to the tables were several wooden chairs, which had been polished to a shiny finish, and the rich smell of milk tea rushed straight into his nostrils, and the smell of milk made his nose itch.

Lin Feng slept next to him, his head covered by the quilt, his breathing was even and powerful, one foot was exposed, and his elbow was held up high by the quilt.

The wind looked at the window, trying to control itself, imagining the scenery on the open plain, imagining the tall grass that undulates like the waves of the waves in his hometown, imagining the mountains on the distant horizon that appear many times in his dreams.

"Who?"

With a scream of the wind, a blurred face flashed through the window, wearing a black mask on his cheeks, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

"Who's peeping outside?" Fengsheng's heart tightened, and he took a cool breath.