They walked slowly on that path for more than an hour before returning home. Because it was close to noon, there were more people walking this path, and their postures were eye-catching, which was a very bad experience.

When he walked back to the main road, Lao Xiang's son was coming out of the commissary, and when he saw them, he raised his hand and said hello.

The three teenagers nodded politely in return, and before they were injured, they came to sit here a few times, and they nodded to each other.

Xiao Xiang crossed the road, raised the things in his hand, which was a bottle of vinegar and a bag of spices, and said with a smile: "Come to my house and sit down, keep it for lunch, and get a fish." ”

"No thanks. They shook their heads together, and Yuan Wei declined the kindness on behalf of the three of them.

"How are you recovering, do you still feel pain when walking?" Xiao Xiang asked with concern.

"The recovery is good, it's still a little painful, but it's bearable. ”

Yuan Wei smiled and waved his hand again: "Okay, go back quickly, I'm waiting for the seasoning at home." ”

Xiao Xiang nodded, walked with long legs, and bounced away like a spring.

The three teenagers looked at him with envy, and the two injured patients were especially envious, speaking of which, this guy is really tall!

When Lao Xiang's son entered the house, the three who stopped set off. After walking a few steps, Jiang Cong suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute." ”

"What's wrong?" Yuan Wei looked at him with Peng Qiao.

Jiang Cong turned his head to look at the commissary: "I want to buy a notebook and a pen." ”

"What?" asked Peng Qiao with a frown.

"It's boring to lie in the house every day, and it's annoying to listen to those songs every day, and I want to find something else to do. Jiang Cong explained.

"Do you want to write your so-called novel again!" Peng Qiao scolded with a smile.

"Let's go, I'm bored, you have to show us. Yuan Wei nodded, looked left and right, there was no car, and he limped over there first.

Jiang Cong likes to scribble when he is fine, and his dream in the future is to be an author who can earn two thousand a month, and this matter is very clear to them as a small person.

Of course, there was a lot of food in the commissary, so after buying a notebook and a pen, they chose some snacks and finally took a tube of noodles. After settling the account, everything was carried by Peng Qiao, and several people limped back to the factory again.

At this time, the factory had already gotten off work, but fortunately, the employees who stayed in the dormitory were nested in the dormitory, and no one stayed outside, which also saved them the embarrassment of facing strange eyes.

Even so, when they passed by in front of Lao Li's door, they still had a snack, for fear that this old guy would suddenly lift the curtain and poke his head out, humming and laughing twice......

Although I went to the town to buy a lot of vegetables today, at this time, relying on Peng Qiao alone, it took a bit of time to cook enough meals for three people, so I cooked noodles from Jane.

As soon as the two injured patients returned to the house, they were lying on the bed, and they slowly adapted to the habit when they walked around before, and they didn't feel anything, but now the problem came as soon as they rested, and it hurt for a while.

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After eating, Jiang Cong sat on the head of the bed, spread out the notebook, held the pen and thought about it, then suddenly turned his head and asked, "I wrote down the things that I thought were interesting during our time, what do you think?"

Yuan Wei sat on the side, and when he saw that he had not put down his pen for a long time, he was originally curious, but when he heard the question, he nodded and suggested: "When we are sitting in the square, you are sleeping, and others treat us as beggars, so we have to write down." ”

Peng Qiao was washing the dishes, when he turned his head and suggested: "We went to the hotel, we were afraid to run away again, we felt that we lost and fought back, and in the end there was nothing to do, and this matter had to be written down." ”

"Also, you dreamed that night that I killed you with a gun, and this must be written down to make me more mysterious. ”

"We have to write down the act in the old witch's new house, which is Infernal Affairs. ”

"You have to write about him riding his bicycle and throwing his tail off the slope and then falling down on all fours like a turtle. ”

"Get out!

“……”

“……”

At the moment, Yuan Wei and Peng Qiao, one sentence after another, talked about the bad things they had experienced, Jiang Cong had been watching in a daze on the side, he just wanted to write a few particularly interesting things, but he didn't expect that there were so many things that could be written!

As he watched, he joined the discussion, and then the general events began to become detailed.

This discussion is equivalent to gathering the strength of the three of them to restore those things bit by bit......

Originally, they thought that they had a very miserable life during this time in Hebei, but when they recalled it at this moment, they felt that those things were very wonderful......

The only fly in the ointment is that these past events are not pure enough and should be brewed for a while. For example, the current Winning Ma Steel Mill is a topic they have been avoiding talking about.

From this day on, their boring days began to become vivid.

Lie down on the bed if you have nothing to do, listen to the song and watch the broken past written by Jiang Cong, go out for a walk at will, and enjoy the spring by the way.

Spring has really arrived!

The branches and leaves of the tall poplar trees on the roadside are stretching, the grass on the roadside is thriving and the business is flourishing, and they are no longer limping when they walk on the roadside!

On this day, the three teenagers went out to hang out again. At this time, the temperature rises, the sun hangs over the top, sprinkling warm sunlight, and even the wind blowing is a little soft. Their down jackets are all open, and they look really cozy.

Suddenly, Jiang Cong stopped, stretched out his hand to catch a strand of white hair, and looked up at the sky in surprise: "Huh, it's snowing?"

At this moment, Yuan Wei and Peng Qiao also found the white hair, and then looked up at the sky together, with the same doubt in their hearts, how could it snow on such a bright and warm sunny day?

Under their watching, wisps of white hair fell one after another, and a gentle spring breeze blew, and suddenly the eyes were full of wisps of white hair.

"What is this?" The white hair fell into the palm of his hand and touched his cheeks, with a soft touch, but there was no coldness, Yuan Wei glanced at Peng Qiao.

Whenever it comes to such a special regional matter, Peng Qiao's importance rises dramatically. But he shook his head, also puzzled: "I don't know." ”

So what's going on? The three teenagers raised their heads stupidly, squinted their eyes, and looked into the distance together.

The sky is high, the white hair is endless, I don't pay attention to the touch, just the visual effect, it really looks like snow!

Snow in June?Snow in April!

Staring at the doubts, Peng Qiao suddenly raised his hand and pointed obliquely, with a little excitement: "Look!"

Jiang Cong and Yuan Wei followed his fingers and looked over, it was a tree on the side of the road, what is this for? Before they could ask, they also found an abnormality, and they saw that on the tall poplar tree, the white hairs between the branches and leaves were clustered, waving in the wind, and the trees were dotted, and the wisps were separated from the main body and raised one after another.