Chapter Ninety-Three: The Market Town Haunted by Dreams

His eyes have seen the number of figures a few hundred meters away gradually increasing, Zhu Jia can no longer use any words to describe the mood at this time, he sat in front of the car window, his eyes focused on the town in front of him, this scene that occasionally appeared in a dream unfolded in front of him, he just wanted to keep all this firmly in his mind.

More than 300 meters from the intersection in the center of town, there is already a row of small two-story buildings built along the road, still with little decoration of the cement façade.

The whole world seems to have returned to the first time I came from the village to such a distant town more than ten years ago, and most of the small two-story buildings built along this intersection are full of concrete walls directly exposed, and in front of the door is a concrete floor that slopes slightly in the direction of the road.

Whether it's the cars parked in front of the door, the electric cars, or the men standing in front of the door, it seems to be dyed a dark color, and there are many buses passing through this road connecting several counties further north, and a cloud of dust is raised as the dusty trucks pass through.

"This is the market town, I found that these small towns in the urban and rural areas of our county have been the same for so many years, and nothing has changed." Xu Tiantian turned his head and looked at the young man looking out of the window.

He nodded and said, "Even our father's generation isn't here anymore, for sure." ”

"It's still too poor to make money at all, and not long ago there was one of our classes. Choose. Move. Bear. I can't believe being sent to this place, you know? Someone would come to our place. Zhu Jia said.

The bus, which had been running for half and a half hours from the bus station to now, finally reached the end, and most of the passengers on the bus went to this place, and at this time it was even more beginative. Sao.,Moving. Rise. Come.

Xu Tiantian had just stood up and looked at the door, when he saw a short woman carrying two large flat loads of light goods on the dirt floor of the car door rushing towards the car.

The ground outside is dry and white, the sun is too strong or it hasn't rained for a long time, this muddy ground. Dry., bar., bar., hard, hard, very.

As she stepped out of the car, she felt the sunlight shining brightly, and looked at the tall young man with the white short-sleeved shirt on her chest emblazoned with e BOY Eaneng, her eyes still a little unopen.

"How do you get about it now? Is someone coming to pick it up? Xu Tiantian lowered his head and asked.

"There may be no one in my hometown, who will pick it up." The young man smiled, looking very white and handsome in the sun.

He didn't say much, and walked straight to a master, he lowered his head and saw a dark-skinned old man sitting in the front driver's seat: "How much is it to Zhuzhuang?" ”

"How can this sit? It's just two of us. Xu Tiantian saw that a man had already sat in the small space inside, occupying half of the space.

"Why can't you two sit, how about I count you four dollars each?" That old. Chinese. He set up a bench next to the driver's seat and said.

Xu Tiantian didn't finish listening, the person had already walked to the other direction of the road, found a master and asked, "How much does it cost to go to Zhuzhuang." ”

"Where is Zhu Zhuang?" The person who was about the same age as the man just now asked, and Zhu Jia quickly opened the Gaode navigation and zoomed in to show him.

He really came over to take a look, and his eyes were quite serious.

"We're in the wrong direction, let's go over there." Zhu Jia found that the other side of the national highway was the direction of his hometown, and hurriedly said to Xu Tiantian.

He ran first, this national highway was dusty, there were no traffic lights, at least there was no change in Zhu Jia since he was a child. When he was about to pass most of the time, a large truck drove up not very far away.

When he turned around, he saw that the girl, dressed in a long dress, wearing a yellow jacket, and carrying a black backpack, was blocked on the other side of the road, and the long hair on her right sideburns was swept away in front of her face by the strong wind brought by the truck.

Her eyes were looking in the direction of the truck, and all he was left with was her gaze to the left side of the road, and her bare hand flicking the long strand of hair to the right.

"Zhu Zhuang is the Zhu Zhuang newspaper next to that small gang?". The man sitting in the car asked.

"That's it." Zhu Jia was brought back with an accent by his pure hometown dialect. When she ran over, she happened to hear him speak his native dialect for the first time, and the corners of her mouth seemed to show a smile.

"Five dollars a person, get in the car and leave."

The two of them sat down in this small space like this, her pink skirt and that seemed to be very new. The meat, the color, the silk, the socks, and the dry scene around are somewhat incongruous.

There is also a narrow flower bed in the middle of the road towards his hometown, which is basically full of vine-like weeds, and the concrete road under the driveway occasionally encounters some broken plots.

Sitting on this extremely powerful master, Xu Tiantian felt that the whole person was trembling very much, and the noise in his ears was really loud.

She followed the young man next to her and looked out the window, and saw that the wind was blowing in the direction of Mastry, and the farmer in the field was in very good condition. Kim., Huang. of wheat fields.