The next morning, I asked a guy how to get around Nanyang. The man pointed me to a way, and I followed the path he pointed to.

But I'm starting to get hungry again, and the two steamed buns from last night have already been digested. In this way, how can you get home? "If only I could pick up some money!" I think. Just as I was thinking, before I had walked half a mile, I suddenly saw a brand new five-cent paper lying quietly on the green grass on the side of the road not far away, with dew drops on it.

They looked at me like smiling eyes. I hurried over and picked up the five-cent note. "But money can't buy anything. If you buy snacks, not only will it not be cost-effective, but you will not be able to satisfy your hunger," I thought, "and it would be nice to have another steamed bun seller!" ”

I thought about it, and my feet didn't stop at all. After walking about 100 meters, I saw a steamed bun seller at an intersection on the left-hand side. Those steamed buns are steaming hot under the white cloth.

I hurried over. When asked, the man said two cents a piece. I bought two, found a place to sit down, finished the steamed buns, rested, and walked forward.

It was only then that I began to pay attention to the ground beneath my feet. As for before, I really wasn't in that mood. The road I was walking on was a road. On both sides of the road are planted some thin and tall cedar trees. Since it was spring, the cedar trees had already sprouted.

Not far in front of me, on either side of the road, there were two villages of about a few dozen families, all surrounded by greenery. As far as the eye can see, there is a dark blue green mountain in the distance. The mountain looked like a lone mountain, and there were no other mountains nearby.

From a distance, the tip of the mountain seemed to be connected with the blue sky, like a sharp knife deep into those blue colors. I felt that the mountain might only be a few dozen miles away from me, so I decided to move forward with it.

But I had come a long way, and it seemed that the mountain was still so far away from me that it was almost noon. I got frustrated, so I found a place to sit down on the side of the road and rest.

At this time, there are buses passing by from time to time in front of my eyes, some to Guangshan, some to Gushi, and some to Qushan. I then paid attention, and I wanted to see a car bound for Nanyang. If so, I can wave it to stop, and then I can say nice things to the conductor and ask them to take me back first, and I can give them the fare when I get home.

But I looked at it for a long time, but I never found a car to Nanyang or Xinye.

To add to the anxiety, my stomach started to "growl" again. However, I was in a hilly area, and there was no village in front of me, no shops in the back, and not even a pedestrian on the road.

Besides, even if there is a village store, it is absolutely difficult for me to open my mouth to beg for food from others for a face-loving person. "But I'll have to find something to cushion my stomach," I thought, "and I can't even save my life when I'm like this, let alone go home." ”

However, it was the Yellow Spring Festival, and there was nothing but the tender wheat seedlings and fields in the fields, the grass and green trees on the roadside, and these things could not satisfy hunger.

"If only it were in the fall, I could go to the field and get a few nests of peanuts or something to pad my belly, and I wouldn't be as guilty as I am now. Hey, what the hell am I going to do? I thought about it.

"Drink water!" I suddenly remembered an incident introduced in a magazine I had read before, which said that a person can live for seven to eight days without eating or drinking, but if there is water to drink, he can last for a month or even longer. With this in mind, I got up again and continued to walk.

I wanted to find a clean pond to drink some water to replenish my strength.

After about ten minutes, I saw a clear pond on the left side of the road, and the water in it rippled in the spring breeze. Those ripples glistened in the sunlight. I hurried to the edge of the pond.

I walked down the pond, came to the water's edge, divided the water in front of me with both hands, and drank it with my hands. I drank seven or eight handfuls of water in a row, then stood up, patted my belly with my hand, felt less hungry than before, and left the pond, turned back to the road, and continued on my way.

However, I didn't last an hour before I started to get hungry again. Somewhat comfortingly, I'm about the time I've walked out of the uninhabited area. On both sides of the road, there will be some tall and low houses, and there will be some people walking in a hurry on the road.

Supposedly, I can tell people about my situation at this point, and maybe someone will help me with something. However, I also have the shortcoming of being ashamed to open my mouth. When I ask people, I think about who to ask first, and then I ask.

Not to mention women, I blush when I see women since I was a child, especially girls who are about my age. Even if you point a gun at me and ask me to take the initiative to greet people, I won't go. The young lads didn't want to ask, for fear they would laugh at me. I don't want to ask about those middle-aged people, I am somehow a little afraid of them.

I thought about it and thought of two kinds of people: one was a child, and the other was an old man or woman. These two types of people are neither scary nor compassionate at the same time. I decided to give it a try.

The first book of the Book King novel