If the junction of Suhong Middle Road and Huachi Street extends more than 600 meters ahead, it is exactly the middle of the park station, and at this time, there are still several factories and Loujiang River between the two, and it is necessary to go around to Xinghu Street 668 meters away.

Li Zifan walked on the sidewalk on the side of Suhong Middle Road near the park station, which may not be walked on all year round, plus there are railways and highways on both sides, and even the leaves seem to be covered with a layer of dust.

When she looked across the road, she saw a two- or three-meter-tall car in front of the gate of the famous horse industry. Fill. Gas. The clown is facing both of them in this direction, and its right arm keeps shrinking. Gas. Fill. Qi, that arm is like a person and keeps pointing the way to the outside to the outside.

It was the first time she had seen such a scene, and when she was about to point it out to Zhu Jia, he had already noticed it, it was too obvious.

"Nowadays, there are too many creative people, as long as they can think of it, they can basically make it." Zhu Jia said.

She felt a little dizzy from the shaking of that thing after a few glances, and when she raised her gaze, she saw the familiar building in the sky in the distance, and after walking so far, she could still clearly see the seemingly unstable red object on the sloped roof under the white clouds.

It's like thinking that my life has come to an end, and there will always be some sadness at the end of the trip, especially on this unwalked road, which gradually darkens. Sky. Hue. Under.

"I don't know if the bridge in front of us can be walked, if not, we have to take a bus in front of us to go there." Zhu Jia looked at the bridge not far away, but still didn't see anyone walking.

"It should be able to pass, otherwise it will be so troublesome, and the bus here is so difficult to wait." She felt so tired at the thought of this, and wanted to hang the canvas bag on his arm when she spoke, but she just couldn't.

Walk closer, you can see the path under the bridge that is three or four meters wide. Quiet. Deep. He looked at the bridge piers on both sides, pointed to it and said to Li Zifen: "You see that the bridge piers on this side are all bilateral, and the last time the bridge deck collapsed because there was only one side, it was like a seesaw, and one side was too heavy and naturally collapsed." ”

He didn't say anything. Arouse. Love, even the girl listening next to her only glanced at it lightly, and the upper bridge deck above was only one meter high, hanging there, and he felt a little frightened when he said it.

"There's a car in the back, pull over to the side of the road." Zhu Jia reminded.

She walked slowly to the right side, and looked into the gap under the bridge, in the middle of the overgrown earth, there was a mustard vegetable growing every few tens of centimeters, with green branches and leaves, which had grown to it. Yes. Ripe. When.

She walked slowly as she went uphill, and the bridge deck above her gradually became flat and oppressive.

He pointed to the two fruit stalls in front of him and said, "I'm worried that I don't have a place to buy something, so we just went to buy some." When he spoke, his face was still a little excited, and he really felt like he was stepping on the iron shoes.

She nodded approvingly.

The stall was set up by two men in their thirties, who looked like the kind of rural people who had been doing rough work for a long time, who should have been exposed to the sun in the field for a long time, and in the open space in front of them, they were covered with that kind of plastic sheeting, and a few small piles of oranges, apples, and pears were placed on it.

"How do you sell this apple?" Li Zifan asked, pointing to a bunch of oranges with some dark green branches and leaves on the surface.

"Five dollars and ten, you can take whatever you want." The man in the dark coat spoke a less orthodox Mandarin.

'So cheap. Li Zifen felt that it was a little too cheap in his heart, and glanced at Zhu Jia beside him. Under. Body. Come pick up the apples.

They picked a big bag of apples, and Li Zifeng felt a little heavy in his hand.

"Where's the orange?" She then asked.

"Three dollars and ten." The man continued.

When Zhu Jia paid the money and left, he looked at the two men again, and there was an old battery car next to them.

His schoolbag was full of fruits, not only did he not feel heavy but also a little full of harvest at this time, he said to the girl next to him: "It's so cheap here, it's not worth much to sell all their fruits, and it's still a big man." ”

"That's the case, it's really not easy for rural people to make money, my little grandfather's family planted grapes a few years ago, and worked hard all year round, and he got up early every day and was greedy and greedy to find a way to sell, and he only sold for 30,000 yuan a year, not counting the cost." Li Zifan said.

He felt the famine, especially around him. Yin., dark. Under the bridge: "Then how to support your family." ”

"No way, it's like this in the countryside." She said.

He suddenly felt how happy it was to easily earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in a big city, but in the medical industry, he had no academic qualifications, and that confusion with no future had been tormenting him, and he still didn't know how to choose.