At this time, Zhenshu remembered the autumn equinox of his grandson who was a soldier in the army. The talent of the autumn equinox was revealed when I went home for the New Year last year. On the issue of Maoxiang Stone Field, the autumn equinox is just a small trick, and Maoxiang has no place to be buried. Since then, Zhenshu has been even more impressed by the autumn equinox. He decided that the autumn equinox was his adviser, and it was Zhuge Kongming who could rely on the old Li family to survive in Xinghua Village in the future. He wanted to tell the autumn equinox about the situation in the village, and asked him to try his skills again to help him correct the position and direction of the Li family in the future development of Xinghua Village. In the letter, he gave a very detailed account of how the loud stone field collapsed in the plan of the autumn equinox, and praised the autumn equinox in great detail, so that he must come up with another good idea.

After sending the letter, Zhenshu went to the hotel again and pulled with the Quartet for a long time. He told the Quartet that he didn't want to run a restaurant on the winter solstice. I want to go to the store and compete with the pillars. What the winter solstice lacks most at present is funds, and I want to ask the Quartet to make do with it. The Quartet is very embarrassed, saying that the winter solstice is a drag, and it can't be done, and a good restaurant is half dead, I'm afraid that any project will be in vain. Zhenshu instigated the Quartet and said that if you call the winter solstice to try again, you can't see that he can't eat or drink. The Quartet didn't say to help, nor did they say no, but just said that they would discuss with the bank before talking, so they sent Zhenshu back to the village.

Maybe it's because of his age, or maybe it's because he wasn't good at this kind of balance technique, Zhenshu has never been able to learn to ride a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle that can be kicked with his feet. When he went in and out of the mountain, he used the old method and relied on his feet to measure. Occasionally, when you meet a cyclist in the village, you can ask someone to give them a kick.

When Zhenshu rushed towards the village, the sky was already covered with thick clouds. The gray land was like a heavy quilt, covering the cold winter wilderness. There was no wind in the mountain loop, only the ubiquitous cold air that rippled in all directions. Zhenshu had to wrap his cotton clothes tightly and hurried towards the village.

It was almost time to reach the entrance of the village, and at the place that happened to be close to Zulin, Zhenshu, who was sweating finely, slowed down slightly. He approached the ditch by the side of the road and untied his rope. A steaming murmur of urine slanted into the dead grass, and he felt a sense of relief from his relief.

Just as he narrowed his little eyes and enjoyed the moment, a red shadow suddenly shone among the mounds not far away. His head shook violently, and his heart was "pounding" for some reason. He looked up in horror and looked at the spot where he had just caught sight of the red shadow. There were only messy graves scattered all over the barren slopes, and the long, dense withered artemisia grass stood quietly in the slaughtering winter day, and there was no trace of life. However, his brain still felt the aftershocks after the tremor, and the "pounding" heartbeat still did not stop.

An ominous premonition filled his brain, causing him to forget that he was peeing. The urine, which was already stressed due to age, unconsciously poured into his crotch. It made a large piece of wet and cold in the crotch of his legs, and he shivered for a while. Thinking about it, there was another wave of suspicion. A gut told him to leave this ghost place as soon as possible, to leave this place of right and wrong that seemed to have ominous signs. Zhenshu turned around sharply, and while lifting his pants in a panic, he hurried towards the village.

I don't know if it was because I was frightened or because I was in a hurry. When he returned home, Zhenshu was already sweating profusely. When the woman saw his face, didn't he know what, did he call the ghost urging? Zhenshu didn't have the heart to deal with her. He sat in the pot house in a panic and rested for his breath. Until the sweat has been discharged, my heart still can't calm down. He pondered repeatedly, could it be that he was too old to look away just now. In retrospect, it doesn't seem to be. Digging deeper, he realized that what he saw was the long-extinct fire fox, and the more frightened he became.

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