Lian Xiao does know a lot, but whether it's the portable space or the traversal setting...... None of them can say it.

But if she doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that she can't scare people.

Although I don't know if the heroine's brain is caught by the door, or if the wrong nerve line is always aimed at her, but with Yao Feng's microphone, she should be able to shock the other party.

She didn't comfort her mother's distress too much, and even when Yao Peiyun washed her feet in the evening, she said bluntly: "Mom, the nine sons of the dragon are different, and the contradictions of people cannot be explained by a sentence of blood. ”

She grew up in a welfare home, and her kinship is blessed, but she has been crawling in society all the way, and she has seen all the warmth and coldness of people, and she doesn't think this layer of bonds is very important.

When I read this novel, I even stayed at Lianjia because Lianjia was good to her, but this does not mean that she has to accept other cats and dogs.

Anyway, this night, the wind in the bare field outside blew into the master bedroom, whining for half the night.

The next day, Lian laughed earlier, the stars were still hanging in the sky, she hurried to the town in the snow with a flashlight, passing by the ridge at the entrance of the village, and after a pause, the ghost made the god take a look.

It's empty.

"Stupid, stupid, how can there be a ...... who stops by every day" she muttered against the cold wind, pulled her scarf up again, wrapped most of her face, and quickened her pace to leave.

About half an hour later, a two-eight-bar rushed from the direction of the cowshed, and because of the rapid stepping, the brakes stabbed in the gray and foggy sky—

The young man supported the ground with one foot, looked around, and saw the footprints on the ground that had not disappeared, Lang Jun's eyebrows wrinkled deeply, and finally let go, sighing softly, not saying whether it was disappointment or something else, but quickly chased out of the village along the footprints.

When he arrived in town, Lian Xiao was already sweating from exhaustion, but he didn't care about wiping it, so he hurriedly went to his grandmother's house to cook on the fire.

Fortunately, the lo-mei was made in advance in winter, and it was hot and hot, and it was neat to live alone for many years, and after laughing for half an hour, I pushed the tricycle to the pier.

Wootam ......

There are many tin boats coming in and out on the edge of the far river, and there is an endless stream of workers responsible for salvaging and transporting seafood on the shore, as well as merchants who come to buy fish in the morning.

At the wharf ferry, there are also a few stalls on both sides of the road, selling some wild vegetables and fruits. In the summer, there are also tea and meals, fresh pork, and a small market for the people who live on these fishing boats.

But in the middle of winter, there are many fewer people who come out.

It was just dawn, the sea breeze was salty, and the wind was blowing on the face.

There were a few vendors next to him who pressed the plastic film, shrunk their necks and poured bitter water for a while.

"Eh, it's not a hard life, otherwise in this ghost weather, who doesn't want their wives and children to have a hot kang head, so they have to go out to sell things."

"Hey, if you really can't do it, just sell it to the state, it's just that the price is low, and the dog looks down on people."

In the early 80s, the wind of openness had not yet blown into this town, the free market for farmers had not yet opened, and the farmers were basically a state-run monopoly.

The price of things in the peasants' fields was depressed, and they gradually took risks to discredit the dealers who came to the docks to speculate.

The two of them sighed and sighed, and suddenly saw a strange tricycle in the distance, riding a tightly wrapped little girl in front, and an iron shed behind it, with a bunch of things on the seat, and a faint fragrance when the wind blew.

"I'm my mother, what's so fragrant?" The two dealers, who hadn't eaten in the morning, swallowed their saliva and looked straight at the tricycle to see that it was fine, and the little girl got out of the car and shouted when she pulled out of the fight.

"Pork offal, hot pork offal!"