A ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on Zhang Yong's body, and the golden light formed a golden light curtain on Zhang Yong's body, and Zhang Yong's whole person looked so holy and dazzling.

Zhang Yong slowly opened his eyes and saw that the sky was already bright, and he recalled that the events of last night were really thrilling.

After running out of the tunnel in a panic last night, he found that he had nowhere to go, he was cold and hungry, like a lonely ghost, wandering around this bustling city.

Zhang Yong walked aimlessly, he didn't know where he was going, he wanted to go to the mall to get warm for a while, and found that all the malls were closed.

Zhang Yong passed by the restaurant, looked at the people who pushed the cup and changed the lamp, his body seemed to be warmer, and looked at the delicacies on the table, with an excited look in his eyes, as if those delicacies were at his hand and within reach.

Zhang Yong looked at the various crowds, and he tightened his collar, even though the collar had been buttoned to the tightest by him.

Zhang Yongxiang walked towards the crowded place, he felt that the crowded place must be warm, and walked and walked, and unconsciously walked to the train station.

When Zhang Yong saw the huge "Dalian Station" neon sign on the railway station, he was overjoyed, and the sound of the huge clock in the railway station rang in his ears, the clock rang eleven times, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but the train station was still full of people, and people came and went endlessly.

Zhang Yong knew that he had found an excellent place to rest, at this moment he swept away the previous haze, the whole person immediately became energetic, he had not yet entered the ticket hall, he already felt the warm heating beckoning to him again, Zhang Yong no longer hesitated to stride towards the ticket hall.

As soon as he entered the ticket hall, a warm current came to his face, and the whole person seemed to enter the sky, Zhang Yong looked around, looking for a place where he could sleep.

There are so many people here, and finding a place with fewer people is really a waste of Zhang Yong's great effort. He took out the water cup in his backpack, took a cup of hot water, took a sip, and suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his face was full of happiness.

Zhang Yong took out a few fairly clean newspapers from the trash can, spread them on the ground, pillowed his head on the backpack and began to fall asleep.

Zhang Yong stretched out refreshed, feeling extremely comfortable, and when he turned around to take the bag, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and his hands suddenly froze there. The zipper of his backpack had been opened, and the contents of the backpack were scattered and messy.

Zhang Yong was stolen, just on the back of the backpack pillowed under his head, he hurriedly squatted down and looked through the contents of the backpack, wanting to see what was lost.

Zhang Yong took out the contents of his backpack one by one, water cups, ID cards, Chinese books, math books, and English books...... There were a lot of things in the backpack in front of me, and everything was there, except for the one hundred and twenty-five yuan in the bag.

This 125 yuan is all his belongings, and he was reluctant to eat last night, just to use the money to buy a gift for his younger brothers and sisters, but the gift was not bought, and now he doesn't even have the money to go home.

Zhang Yong was lonely and packed up the things on the ground little by little, put them in his backpack, and walked out of the train station in despair.

Zhang Yong lost all his money, but he didn't choose to call the police, he knew that the role of the police was not big, and the more than 100 yuan could not be filed at all, even if the case was really filed, it would take some time to catch the thief, even if the thief was really caught, the more than 100 yuan, I am afraid that it had been consumed by the thief, he could only consider himself unlucky.

Zhang Yong didn't have the money to go home, no bank card, no mobile phone, and no money to make phone calls.

Zhang Yong thought that his home was about 80 miles away from here, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he couldn't see a trace of dawn.

The road is full of traffic, high-rise buildings, such a big city, Zhang Yong feels that it is not good at all, he just wants to go home now.

Zhang Yong is cold and hungry now, he didn't eat last night, he didn't eat in the morning, he just drank some hot water, and now he is hungry with his chest and back.

For the first time, Zhang Yong felt that the city was bad, for the first time he felt the importance of money, for the first time he was so embarrassed, and for the first time he was so helpless.

Zhang Yong decided to go home on foot, he cheered himself up from time to time, and muttered to himself: "Isn't it eighty miles, the Red Army's long march of 60,000 miles, never afraid of hardships and dangers, Tang Seng learned 108,000 miles from the west, and he was never afraid of the long distance, so the road is not difficult for me." ”

When Zhang Yonggang finished saying the words of encouragement, his stomach was "purring" non-stop.

Zhang Yong set foot on the way home, due to hunger, Zhang Yong did not walk fast, he endured the hunger in his belly, and walked forward step by step.

He didn't know how far he had walked all morning, and when he was too tired to walk, he sat down against a big tree. The snow on both sides dangled in front of him like a dish; The big tree in front of it is covered with snow like a fruit tree full of all kinds of fruits; The red sun in the sky was like a round cake, and he reached for it, but all he could get was his hands full of snow.

Zhang Yong sat there, feeling that he was getting hungrier and more tired, and he wanted to sleep, but he knew that he couldn't sleep, and if he fell asleep, he was afraid that he would never wake up.

Zhang Yong washed his face with the snow on the ground, and instantly felt much more sober, and he had a little more strength in his body.

Zhang Yong was about to take out some paper from his trouser pocket to wipe his face, his hand just reached into his trouser pocket, he froze, and then he was overjoyed, and quickly took out the things in his trouser pocket, which turned out to be money.

Zhang Yong looked at the two yuan in his hand and choked up a little, he remembered what was going on with the money, and he took out the change when he sent Li Li home.

Zhang Yong laughed, then kissed the two coins and trotted towards the nearby commissary.

When a loaf of bread was destroyed by Zhang Yong, his whole person instantly felt that he had been resurrected with full blood, and his body seemed to be filled with endless power.

Zhang Yong walked home again, the snow on the side of the road was still white and flawless, the big trees in front of him were still tall and strong, and the sun in the sky was still dazzling.

There was no laughter and laughter along the way, no pleasant scenery, only the lonely sound of "creaking, creaking" stepping on the snow.

When Zhang Yong walked to the entrance of the village, the sun had quietly taken away the last rays, and Zhang Yong looked at the familiar scene in front of him, as if he was in a different world.

After a full eighty miles, Zhang Yong, who was hungry and cold, walked back in a whole day, a day as long as a century.