The man looked like a refugee, with a scruffy beard, so thin that he could see his bones, his skin was rough, his lips were chapped and cracked, his hair was messy and short, he hadn't been combed for some time, and he was dirty, like a beggar.

The man's expression was sluggish, he stood there like a wooden stake, and suddenly pursed his lips, but looking at his sad appearance, it seemed as if he was crying.

"Where the hell are you......" he muttered, then rubbed his eyes vigorously, sat down on the rocks by the roadside, and took off his straw sandals, only to see that the soles of his feet were covered with blood blisters. The man took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, rubbed the bottle, and suddenly clenched the bottle tightly, his eyes were red, and he couldn't come back to his senses when he stared at the medicine bottle blankly.

Shen Qiuyang secretly said strangely, is this person crazy? If there is medicine, why not use it? Look at the blood blisters on the soles of his feet, all of them have pus, the weather is hot at this time, a pair of feet are almost rotten, but the small medicine bottle is like a treasure, I really don't understand her.

"Can it be fixed?" Su Lang's voice came from behind him, and when Shen Qiuyang looked back, he saw the coachman squatting next to the wheel.

"I'm afraid it won't work, this wheel is wood, there are cracks on it, unless we buy a new wheel and replace it, otherwise we are afraid we will not be able to catch up."

Su Lang scratched his head irritably, and he suddenly glared at Shen Qiuyang, "Tell me, what are you doing with this kind of writing?" It's okay now, I can't go to the village and can't go to the store, where can I get a car to go to? ”

Shen Qiuyang said 'hehe', "These things are asked for by Engong," and after that, she shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she was also helpless.

As soon as Su Lang heard Shen Qiuyang mention 'Engong', that is, his master, he immediately extinguished the fire.

"Don't be angry, Boss, right? I'll ride a horse first, buy a reel and come back, you two will wait here for me for a while, okay?" ”

"Go early and come back early!" Su Lang's face softened a little.

***

The second time Shen Qiuyang saw the strange-looking man was in the evening of the next day.

She, Su Lang, and the coachman came to a small town.

"Starving!"

Su Lang was in a very bad mood when he was hungry, Shen Qiuyang yawned and glanced at the sky, it was already dusk.

"Let's go, let's eat!" She beckoned Su Lang and the coachman, and after preparing to eat dinner, she would buy some dry food, take it with her, and eat it on the road.

But......

"Wife!" Suddenly, a bearded man rushed forward, and he grabbed a little girl by the shoulder.

The little girl was holding a string of sugar gourds in her hand, her long hair was lazily tied behind her neck, and her figure was thin and small, and she looked like she was eleven or twelve years old at most.

The man was stunned, and then withdrew his hand in frustration: "Yes...... I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. ”

"Sick!" The little girl rolled her eyes, then shook her head, licked the sugar gourd with relish, and continued on her way.

The man was stunned for a long time.

Before, there was also a person who scolded him for being sick.

Yes, he is sick, he is really sick, his heart is sick, his brain is sick, day after day, looking in the sea of people, as if tireless, but in fact he is really tired and tired.

He suddenly raised his arm and rubbed his eyes.

Before, he was really bad to her, he always murdered her and always yelled at her, but later, when he wanted to be good to her, she disappeared.

It had been four months since she had run away from home, and this April, he had never returned home, and he had been outside, walking from town to town, for fear of missing the opportunity to meet, even the slightest hope.