I walked a little further and saw an old man with gray hair sitting on the side of the road in a village. So, I walked over.

"Uncle—" I had just called out, when the old man suddenly looked up and saw me, and he slammed into his body as if he had seen a plague god, and ran away as fast as he could. As he ran, he looked back, as if I was afraid that I would catch up with him and kill him.

As soon as the old man left, I became even more depressed. I remember listening to old people in my hometown when I used to say that when a person is about to die, he will show a "dead appearance", and everyone will be afraid when they see it. Could it be that he was really going to die, he had already revealed his "dead appearance" and was seen by the old man.

When I thought of this, I didn't want to go any further, so I squatted under a tree on the side of the road and started to start. Isn't it going to die? Then it's going to die here. However, before I could sit for half an hour, the hope of survival urged me to stand up.

But I don't want to ask people anymore, a person with a "dead look" will be afraid of anyone who asks. However, since I can't die, and I want to live, I have to find something to cushion my stomach.

When I think about it this way, I think of what my father said about eating in the cafeteria in 58 and 60 years. My father said that there was a famine, and people had nothing to eat, so they ate the bark and leaves. The bark of the trees in the village has been stripped of by the people. Once, when he was almost starving to death, he caught a frog. He skinned the frog and roasted it over the fire to save his life.

However, I don't think any of this will work for me. First of all, I didn't even have a knife to peel the bark of a tree, and secondly, even if I wanted to eat animal meat, I was afraid that with my strength at that time, I would not be able to catch even a single grasshopper. As I was thinking this, I suddenly saw several orange peels in front of me.

"Orange peel is orange peel, and it is better to eat it to cushion your stomach than to eat nothing. With this in mind, I picked up the orange peels, wiped them with my hands, and filled them into my mouth. Those orange peels are so bitter. But I forced myself to eat them.

However, you should know, reader, that people who are hungry for a long time will not be able to eat a little bit of food at all. Not only that, but that uncompetitive stomach seemed to be hungrier than before. It was like a little kid standing in front of me, with two hands outstretched;

"I can't help it. I said. At this point, I want to cry a lot! Where did I suffer like this when I was at home before? Literature, literature, it's all for you. If it weren't for you, how would I have ended up like this?

If my mother knew that she was suffering like this, what would she feel so distressed about? So, I can't die, I want to live.

"Then move on. As you walk, see if there's anything to eat, and maybe you can find someone to help. With that in mind, I stood up and walked on. When you're tired of walking, stop for a while and keep walking. However, in the circumstances of the time, it was more like a staggering than walking. Because I was hungry, I couldn't straighten my waist. This can only be regarded as moving or suffering.

I moved again for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly everything around me became dark, as if it had been covered with a veil of black. Whether it is wheat seedlings, houses, or bare asphalt roads, they all look sluggish and dejected. And the clouds on the horizon slowly gathered in the middle.

"It's probably going to rain. "I think. Just as he was thinking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in front of him. The wind was rainy, cold, and breathless.

"The most important thing now is to find a place to shelter from the rain. I thought as I searched around with my eyes. There is a spare house just in front of it. The door of the house was closed, and there must be no one inside.

I quickened my pace to the eaves of the house to get sheltered from the rain. I was there for about five minutes, and that day there was a sudden recede, the clouds disappeared, the sun smiled again, and everything around me was completely new. So I went out again and came out onto the road.

When I arrived in Xinyang Minggang Town, it was already about four o'clock in the afternoon. Although Minggang Town is not big, it is also very lively. Maybe it was a market that day, although it was already afternoon, but there were many people bustling on the street. So, I asked people where Nanyang was going.

The man said to me, "You went in the wrong direction to Nanyang, and further on there is Zhumadian." "Really?" I asked, skeptically. "Really. I've been to Nanyang. If you go this way, you go in the opposite direction. "But I've already made a mistake, what can I do? Regardless of whether it's Zhumadian or Zhuniudian, let's find a place to settle down first.

Besides, my stomach really can't hold on. However, along the way, I was still reluctant to go to that village and ask about the accommodation. In this way, I staggered all the way to Lixindian Township, and seeing that it was getting dark, I told a passer-by what I thought. The man told me that there was a brick kiln factory in front of me, which was contracted by an outsider, and if you ask where you go, maybe he could take you in.

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