Nandu ---

The land of the ancient people's dragon Zhuge Kongming cultivated the earth, the treasure of the heavens, and the outstanding people.

Now approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, the weather in Nandu is extremely cold, and the sky is covered with goose feathers and snow.

The old green train mumbled into the humble railway station from afar, and the steam train spewed out steaming white gas, filling the surroundings, sandwiched between the snowflakes flying in the wind, turning the world into a misty.

The wanderers who came back from afar wore thick cotton jackets, duck down jackets, carried luggage--- carried fish skin bags, tied chickens, ducks and fish, and some even carried flat poles, which were stuffed with various daily necessities, towels, tea jars, and small iron pots...... Bloated and clumsy, he squeezed off the train, speaking in the local dialect: "What the hell, don't squeeze it, if you squeeze it again, you will be pregnant!" "You turtle grandson, if you don't squeeze it, you will die!" "Squeeze it--- squeeze your mother!"

Beside---

"Everyone is in a hurry to go home for the New Year, but there must be order, five lectures and four beauties, and you must know how to queue up!" said the conductor in charge of evacuating passengers, wearing a blue railway uniform and holding a loudspeaker in his hand, to the passengers who swarmed out.

Song Zhichao got off the train in such a chaotic atmosphere, and then glanced at the misty steam outside, as well as the snowflakes flying in the wind in the steam, and then Song Zhichao realized that he had done a very stupid thing--- he forgot to wear winter clothes.

That's right, Song Zhichao came back from the south, and the climate in Panyu is quite warm, especially in the winter, a thin sweater can survive the winter, but this is the southern capital.

When he was in the car, because there were many people, Song Zhichao was on a sleeper--- he was going to take a plane, but unfortunately, because of the climate, the flight was delayed, and Song Zhichao had to take the train back.

A strong wind blew.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but shudder and tightened his gray-blue denim jacket.

Next to him, an uncle with a flat shoulder saw him and smiled: "Young man, your physical fitness is very good, and you still wear so little on such a cold day!" After speaking, he bared his yellow teeth and walked away with his flat shoulder.

Song Zhichao: "......"

Walking out of the station, the outside is lined up with all kinds of transportation, motorcycles, tricycles, and vans.

These people were soliciting customers, shouting at the passengers who seemed to be inconvenient to walk and bulky, "Comrade, where are you going? I'll give you a ride!" "Comrade, take my tricycle to keep out the snow and the wind!"

A woman with a child in her arms, carrying luggage and wearing a floral red jacket got on a tricycle, and the child was crying and looked like she was freezing.

The master asked the woman to give the money first.

The woman put the child on her lap, untied the thick cotton jacket layer after layer, took out the money wrapped in a handkerchief, and gave the master five dimes.

In this era, five dimes are already a lot, and it is more than enough to ride a tricycle.

The tricycle master bullied the other party for being a woman, and he was holding the child, so he said that the money was too small and he couldn't drive yet, so he had to wait, and when there was a hitchhiker, he would bring a few more people himself.

At this time, the wind and snow were heavy, and the child was crying a lot, so the woman begged the master not to wait, to open quickly, and the child could be warmer when he got home.

The master said that it is not easy for himself, and there is a family at home waiting to open the pot for dinner, otherwise, if you add money, I will open it.

In this area of Nandu, it is already very luxurious to take out five dimes to ride a tricycle, and where are women willing to spend money, of course they don't give it.

The two argued.

The child was small, ignorant, and cold, and was crying louder at the moment.

At this time, a voice said, "Is it right to go to the jujube forest? ”

Tricycle Master: "......"

Woman with a child: "......"

Song Zhichao got into the car and ordered: "Drive!"

......

Nandu, Zaolin District---

When she arrived, the woman got out of the car early with her baby in her arms, and her husband was waiting anxiously for her in the heavy snow at the intersection.

Seeing her get out of the car, he hurriedly ran forward, shushed the cold and asked for warmth, and hugged the child again, and the family of three braved the wind and snow and left happily.

Song Zhichao relied on his memory to let the master continue to drive and go to his home.

Who knew that the tricycle was an old carry, and when it stopped, it couldn't start, and the driver gritted his teeth and pedaled, but it couldn't catch fire.

In the end, there was no way, the master asked Song Zhichao to come down to help push it, and with the help, the dilapidated three-way car sounded and ignited again.

At this time, Song Zhichao was already frozen to the point of not looking good, he was originally strong, but there was a problem, he was afraid of cold and heat. When he was in Russia, he hated the cold weather there, which is why Song Zhichao likes Pan Yu and Hong Kong, the climate is too comfortable.

When he got into the car, the tricycle driver saw that he was shivering from the cold, so he threw him the blanket used to warm his buttocks under his buttocks, and said, "At first glance, you know that you are a civilized person, white and clean--- not too dirty, you can wrap it!"

It's all on this, shivering from the cold, sneezing one after another, Song Zhichao is dirty, even if he has a habit of cleanliness, he can't care much at the moment, wrapped in a blanket, shrunk in the car, and said: "Why don't those stores open?" It means that if there is an open door, you can buy a piece of clothing.

"This Chinese New Year's Eve, how can any shops open, they have all gone home for the New Year--- besides, such a heavy snow!" said the tricycle master as he drove.

By this time, the sky had darkened.

Song Zhichao looked at his watch, it was already 7:40.

......

By the time the tricycle had almost overloaded Song Zhi into their village, it was already completely dark.

The snow-capped village is like a yurt in the heavy snow, Song Zhichao got off the tricycle and looked at the past, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

Everyone says that they are timid.

But Song Zhichao's feelings are not like this.

Because he is the real Song Zhichao at all, he doesn't have much feeling for this village, or even for the people in this village.

originally thought that he would deal with the current situation calmly, but soon, Song Zhichao realized that his thoughts were wrong.

Walking in the village and seeing the ancient dry well, Song Zhichao's mind flashed back to playing with his friends here when he was a child, and he almost fell into it and drowned, but fortunately he was saved by a person named Third Aunt.

Walking past the big stone monument that recorded the history of the village and looked like a turtle, Song Zhichao's mind was flooded with interesting stories of playing on it in summer and riding turtles to fight with children.

The closer he got, the more things came to Song Zhichao's mind.

It's not his childhood, but it's his childhood.

Just when Song Zhichao fell into a strange state, a big black dog began to bark at him.

"Wangwang!

Song Zhichao was startled, thinking it was a vicious dog, but he didn't expect the situation to be wrong.

The big black dog was not barking viciously, but a cheerful and affectionate bark--- even shaking its head and tail at him.

Is it an acquaintance? Oh no, a familiar dog?

Just when Song Zhichao was puzzled, a crisp voice said: "Xiao Hei, what is your name, why did you suddenly run out without eating?"

As he spoke, he saw a beautiful girl wearing a red duck down jacket and big braids, holding three hot steamed buns, walking from not far away.