At night, the technician and the driver were dizzy by Jing'er again. Back in the factory, they fell asleep. Wang Gong barely slept for a while, and was woken up by the tossing and turning of his stomach like a river and a sea. He rolled over and got up and ran out of the house in the middle of the night. Before he could find a suitable spot, a stream of sour slime shot out of his throat and splashed on the three steps in front of the dormitory door. After emptying all the grains he had eaten during the day, he felt relaxed, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable sense of emptiness, which slowly came from the silent night around him.

At this time, he was a little tired, but his mind was unusually clear. In the past few days, many conjectures surrounding the transformation of "Amano" have frequently flashed sharply in my brain. Like a TV picture, it flickering and endless. Although the night breeze was a little cool, Wang Gong, who was wearing only a pair of pants, had no intention of returning to the house. He needed to take advantage of such a cool environment to diligently and calmly sort out his slightly chaotic thoughts. Establish a clear and promising goal for the foundation in front of you.

For the next few days, Wang Gong squatted next to the telephone. While coughing and blowing his nose, he kept calling from place to place, looking for the details of the "natural" factory partners and the possibility of winning or losing such a lawsuit. Wang Gong caught a cold the next day and had a fever, but it did not affect the work in hand. Having been immersed in the fruit industry for many years, he is naturally very sophisticated, and has an overwhelming social network. Soon, he found some clues.

Three days later, under the anxious and expectant gaze of the xylophone, Wang Gong only said that I had to rush to the provincial capital immediately, so I didn't say anything, and drove out of the mountain by car on the same day.

In the few days of waiting for Wang Gong's message, the xylophone fell into a kind of rotten hemp mass with scattered thoughts like no head. I can't tell if it's expectation, or I'm afraid to know the final outcome. This kind of restless and unruly ambivalence gradually expanded, affecting Feng'er and other people who knew the inside story.

After a short period of smugness, Apricot also began to become frizzy. When no one is around, his brain is always distracted. Even in the presence of people, it is a lack of concentration. Sometimes, there is even an embarrassing scene where the question is not answered, which seems nerve-wracking.

He just wanted to go out for a walk and relax his nervous mood. Moreover, he hadn't been to see the full moon in some days.

He hadn't seen his father since Mao Xiang fled. He wasn't too concerned about Mao Xiang. For as long as he can remember, Mao Xiang has been a blurred figure in his mind. Even in the days and nights when he ventured out to find his father, Mao Xiang's position in his heart was still the same. Even in the year when the father and son worked together to manage the stone field, Xingzai's most important concern was not Mao Xiang, but Mao Sheng and the heavy work he undertook. This kind of almost outrageous biased psychology, Mao Xiang can certainly see it. As long as Xingzi can recognize him, a pro-old man, often shout "Dad" or twice, and can do his best to take care of the gradually stable entrepreneurial foundation, Mao Xiang is already satisfied with nothing else. However, Mao Xiang's explanation when he left, Xingzi did not forget. He often took the time to go to Full Moon's house, ask about some difficulties in life, and help with some heavy work that Full Moon could not do, such as chopping wood and plowing land.

He went straight to Full Moon's house. As we reached the gate, there was a sound of talking from the yard, and a shovel of thin manure was thrown out of the manure outlet of the pigsty clinging to the fence. Xingzi sighed in his heart, thinking that Mao Xiang was back. He hurried into the yard to see that Zhu'er was standing in the pigsty and collecting dung.

Zhu'er saw Xingzi coming, and said with a smile, you are so busy, try your best to do your big things. The affairs in the factory cannot be delayed. In the future, these little things don't have to worry about you. I took it tightly with my hand.

Xingzi picked up a claw hook and entered the stinking pigsty. He said as he did it, your door is not far away, not as free as me, and there are miles to spare.

Full Moon was very happy to see the two of them working enthusiastically, chatting and pulling enthusiastically, and being as intimate as brothers. She shouted, "Neither of you can go tonight." I'm going to kill the chicken and stew and eat it. Our mother and daughter haven't seen each other for many days, it's weird.

Xingzi replied loudly, don't kill the chicken, it's the time to lay eggs, but it's a pity that it's not.

The full moon said, you don't care, my aunt is happy. Even if the pig in the pen is killed, it will not be a pity.

Immediately, the sound of a full moon catching chickens and killing chickens sounded in the yard.

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