The Chinese are most afraid of traveling, and when there is a famine, they do not easily flee the famine, preferring to eat grass and gnaw tree bark in their hometown and swallow Guanyin soil, Mr. Liang Shiqiu said, because they are afraid that after leaving their hometown, they will starve during the trip and lose their last rights -- the end of their lives. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info people who are rich in their shoes are more reluctant to act rashly, hang a picture on the wall, look at it can be used as a "lying tour", the so-called "a movement is better than a stillness".

In my generation, people with a little idea are rebelling against the ancient tradition of "not liking to travel", either for livelihood or for knowledge, they have drifted outside to provoke the world.

I once thought that I was the vanguard among the rebels, but when I returned to my homeland, I found that I was also like some people Liang Shiqiu said, looking at a painting can "lie down" for a long time.

Back in town, I still kept running, not exercising, like a machine would rust, and my whole body was uncomfortable.

At night, wearing running shoes, trotting along the town roads with my Walkman, and occasionally running by a few exercisers, dangling past me lightly.

At this time of year when I was a child, I could see the smoke hanging on the mountainside like mist, and the lights were on at the beginning of the day, decorating the warm windowsills, which was the old scene I coveted.

Now that the smoke is gone, every household is loaded with natural gas, and there is a dozen "clicks" of Sisyphus's excitement of stealing the fire, and the townspeople appreciate the convenience of such high technology. As a result, no one misses the choking smoke anymore.

I was running while listening to a song by Jackson Money:

Lieforit lied about it

Spyforit pursues it

Killforit is obsessed with it

Dieforit is crazy about it

Soyoucallittrust, you call it trust

ButIsayit'sjust look at this as much as that

Inthedevil'sgame in and greed and lust

Ofgreedandlust Demon Game

Money, magical stuff. When I was in Beijing, someone told me that if you still evaluate money by the standard of good or bad, then you have not grown up, and you are still a "humanoid child". In this complicated world, come for profit, go for profit, money is just a vest for profit, and it should not be carried by the black pot.

At that time, I witnessed countless tragedies caused by it, peers bullied each other, relatives turned against each other, and brothers fought against each other...... People have no beliefs and pursuits, they only care about metaphysical enjoyment, eat and dress well, want to be better when they are good, and their desires continue to expand, and finally they get out of control.

I have faced many temptations to choose between money and ideals and affection, and I don't want to decorate myself too highly, and I am not a layman who treats money like dung, but I just believe in certain metaphysical beliefs.

There are so many things in this world that are better than money, and they can give me more peace of mind and happiness than money.

The French writer Charles Lamb once said that money is a passport that can take us to any regional front except heaven; At the same time, it is also capable of providing us with anything but happiness.

Therefore, people who equate money with happiness will not be in my friend sequence. Emerson said it well, because of the lack of thought, we first thought that we had to be rich because we were indulging in carnal desires.

Money is just an item, there is no high or low, everything is due to people. Where there are people, how can there be no trading?

Thinking about it, I especially sympathize with Yang Chenjun, a person like him who pursues the ultimate pure white and sterile state should go to Mars to practice.

Unconsciously passed Liu Yun's house, and when I returned from the road behind her house, it was late at night, except for the sound of frogs, drums and insects, there was no longer any human noise, and I liked the scenery at this time.

The mist rising from the river gently swelled and shrouded the surface of the river, like a fairyland, and I stood on the side of the road and was stunned.

Suddenly, the lights flickered in the distance, and someone was shouting again, as if two people were arguing, I quickly took off my headphones, but I still couldn't hear what was arguing. Then the lights flickered again, and I subconsciously crouched down to see what was going on.

After a while, as the sound of the motorcycle's motor approached, Song Jingang rode a motorcycle out of the direction of Liu Yun's house. He looked a little flustered, holding something like a piece of cloth in his hand, as if he had encountered something urgent, and rode past in a panic.

Out of curiosity, I followed the headlights, and about ten minutes later, the motorcycle turned into an alley.

I followed, stepped on a puddle of water, splashed my shoes, and a strong smell of blood squeezed into my nose, opened my phone to look at it by the light, and found that it was water, and it was clearly blood.

Only then did I remember that the pig killing farm in the town was in this alley, and the water washed after killing the pigs was discharged from here, so there was red blood left in this old area.

Song Jingang's motorcycle stopped at the gate of the pig killing farm, thinking that he had entered. I tiptoed to follow, and in the dim light, I saw Song Jingang arguing with his father.

Song Tianming took the piece of cloth in his hand and looked at it: "Why did you get involved in this?" ”

"What now?" Song Jingang was restless, and his eyebrows were wet with sweat.

Song Tianming hesitated for a moment and said, "It can only be burned, and no one can know about it." ”

Then, Song Tianming and Song Jingang walked through the pig killing farm and went to the back yard.

I wondered, what happened to these two masters, what was the piece of cloth in Song Jingang's hand? Why burn it? What did he do when he came out of Liu Yun's house? Will it be bad for Liu Yun and them?

Without much thought, I quietly followed out and walked through the cold room where the meat was hung, full of split half pigs dangling on hooks.

I didn't dare to come out, and moved forward slowly, just afraid that Song Tianming's ugly face would suddenly appear in front of me.

Come to the wasteland behind the pig slaughterhouse, huddle in the grass, there is no light, it is dim, they must not know where I am.

More than ten meters away from me, Song Tianming lit the lighter, lit a cigarette himself, and then took Song Jingang back to the cloth and lit it and threw it on the ground.

He said to Song Jingang: "You go and dig a pit with a shovel and bury the burned ashes, this thing should happen as nothing, you know?" ”

Song Jingang was stupid and didn't know what he was thinking, Song Tianming knocked on his head, and he immediately came back to his senses and said, "Hmm...... Oh...... Got it. ”

Song Tianming left first.

After the cloth was burned and the last bit of spark was extinguished, Song Jingang went to the back room to get a shovel and dig a pit and bury all the ashes. Finally, he stepped on the place with his foot and grabbed a few handfuls of weeds to cover it.

I curled up in the grass and watched all this, and realized that what they had burned must be something that could not be seen, and my heart could not help beating violently, and although my legs and feet were numb, I did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

After confirming that the burial was secure, Song Jingang turned around and left. A few minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle's motor was heard.

In order to make sure that they would not come back, I held back in the grass for a few minutes before coming out, and the poisonous mosquitoes of the flower feet made countless bags on Lao Tzu's buttocks and thighs, thinking that today I am cheap, you brutes, endure it.

The pit dug by Song Jingang was cut open by hand, and there was a pile of black ash inside, accompanied by a strong smell of chemical fibers being burned. I turned on my phone's flashlight to see if I could spot anything recognizable.

Fortunately, the wind blowing just now blew out the last fire, and Song Jingang was anxious and didn't carefully check whether it was burned out.

I found a pink bracelet from the ashes with a small blue flower embroidered on it. But this bracelet is too small to be an adult.

I looked at it more closely, and suddenly my heart trembled. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water from behind me, and the hairs on my vest stood on end instantly.

This is the bracelet, this is the sleeve of the dress, from the size and color, you can judge that it is a little girl's clothes!

Could it be that Xiao Wenwen's disappearance and the red shoes behind my house are all related to Song Jingang's father and son? Thinking of this, I was immediately frightened, didn't dare to think about it, and immediately got up and left the smelly pig killing farm.