Her hometown was originally surrounded by mountains on three sides, the east is the sea, from the county to the town is a plain and a mountain road circulation, but now, the car is walking on the mountain road, and the east on the left is an endless sea.

Along the winding seaside, there are small villages one after another.

On the sea, you can see a mountain in the distance, and look at the turn of the mountain, it seems to belong to a part of Heming Mountain.

Seeing this, Carambola Creek suddenly became a little apprehensive.

She went to Heming Mountain today, can she find Yang Haixia?

An hour later, the car stopped smoothly at the bus station in Heqi Town.

Carambola Creek got out of the station, stood in front of the station and observed the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar environment nearby, and finally decided to inquire first, now it is almost dark, and it is dangerous to venture into the mountain.

The most important thing is that Heming Mountain is so big, how can she know whether Yang Haixia is at the workstation or which temporary resting place.

"Boss, is there anything else to eat?" Carambola Creek found a small noodle restaurant near the supply and marketing cooperative.

In '81, there were already quite a few people trying to do business.

This small noodle restaurant has only one storefront, but it is very clean when it is cleaned up.

There were three long tables on each side of the wall inside, and by this time there were four full tables, about twelve or thirteen guests.

The boss built a small shed outside the door, built two cylinder stoves out of stones, one steaming basket, the other boiling water, and a large desk next to it for kneading dough.

At this moment, there are still steamed steamed buns on the desk, and the boss is rolling noodles hard.

"There are steamed buns. "The boss is a chubby middle-aged man, a little similar to Lao Lu in the school cafeteria, and when he speaks, his eyes are crooked and he smiles, which is very kind.

"How do you sell steamed buns?" Carambola Xi calculated her living expenses this week, and was reluctant to eat stuffed buns.

"Two out of five steamed buns and one out of five buns. The boss stopped what he was doing, took the initiative to open the steamer lid next to him, and introduced.

The steamed bun looks a little yellowish, not like the white noodles used in school, and it is slightly smaller, but with her appetite, two or three are enough.

Carambola Creek did the math and bought four.

"Boss, do you know the nearby road into the mountain?"

Just as she lowered her head and took out the money, one of the guests inside came out to pay the bill, and asked as she spoke, and Carambola Creek's hand suddenly slowed down.

This question is exactly what she wants to confirm.

"The guest is going into the mountain so late?" the boss looked at the guest in surprise, because he didn't bother to close the lid of the steamer because he received the money, and the steaming heat in the steamer blocked his vision.

Carambola Creek quietly raised her head, but she didn't see the appearance of the person in front of her clearly, but inadvertently, she saw the customer at the table next to the door in the store.

The middle-aged man with black glasses that I met at the prefectural station!

Wasn't he caught?

How did you end up here?

Carambola Creek was shocked.

At this time, the middle-aged man with black glasses put down his chopsticks and got up to come out.

Carambola Xi hurriedly lowered her head, quickly turned out a dime and handed it to the boss, took her steamed bun, and turned to leave.

She didn't know if the man saw her, but she didn't dare to run away too obviously, so she had to suppress her beating heart, and walked calmly to the house next to her, and when she came to an alley, she walked in with a limp of her feet, stuck to the wall and turned her head to look at the small noodle shop.

"I have a relative who works as a forest ranger on Heming Mountain, I haven't been here for a long time, no, the family has to do a happy event, and I have not replied to the telegram. ”

The guest who inquired about entering the mountain road was explaining to the boss.

"I heard that there are wild boars in Heming Mountain, and it is hard and dangerous to be a forest ranger, and my family is in a hurry, so they urged me to see what is going on, I will go again tomorrow morning, it is so late, I don't dare. ”

"I see. ”

The boss laughed and pointed to the alley where Carambola Creek was located.