Zhang San'er shook his head and swayed, and the boat went fast. Shen Xiaohua looked at the scenery on the river bank that was gradually moving away, not knowing whether it was worrying about the future or missing his parents and family, tears melted into the snow with the wind, and the familiar scenery was slowly thrown behind. She sat in front of Zhang San'er, and her sadness fell on Zhang San'er's eyes, and a faint sadness filled the chest of the simple young man. I don't feel a distraction. In the next moment, both of them suddenly lost their thoughts.

The snow fell quietly one by one, and the weak one was about to fall on the small fishing boat, but when it was blown by the wind, it floated a few more times, and fell far into the river, and was left behind by the small boat. At this moment, the two seemed to be asleep. The northwest wind is whistling, the fishing boat is constantly twisted, fluttering on the river surface to move forward on its own, as if there is no weight, today's northwest wind is very strange, the fishing boat actually floated up with the wind, twisted a few times incredibly, rushed into the white snow, and gradually disappeared.

Zhang San'er and Shen Xiaohua were both groggy, and the man said to himself lightly: "If you want to row back by yourself, I don't know how long it will take, my injury can't be delayed, and I still have some strength, let me help you go home early." As the sound faded away, the fishing boat was incredibly gone. A voice came from afar: "This little third brother is really Peugeot." ”

It's already afternoon, the people of Lihua Village are used to going to the Lihua River to stroll, in the morning Zhang San'er saw the dead fish in the river at this time, not a single one, as in the past, children are walking by the river, adults are scolding loudly on the river embankment, one by one yellow muscles thin. The peasants would have been satisfied if they could have begged for food and clothing. The war has deprived them of their basic survival needs, and a group of poor people are struggling in the cold winter days.

Winter was supposed to be a time for farmers to raise fat, but this year there is really no way to raise it. Hunger kept them from lying under the covers, and most of them were lazy by the river looking for anything they could eat. Today, although the snow is still falling.

In a trance, everyone felt as if the air in the distance twisted a few times, and a cold wind came into the air, and the villagers tightened their padded jackets and scolded, ", do you want people to live, the wind is blowing so strongly." ”

Zhang San'er was awakened by the shaking of the fishing boat, wiped his eyes, and saw that Shen Xiaohua was also looking at him with confused eyes, and called out to the third brother in confusion. I couldn't help but think to myself: "It seems that I am tired today, otherwise how could I fall asleep while rowing." Shaking his head, what just happened was like a dream, so far away and unreal. But Shen Xiaohua on the boat was alive, and he couldn't convince himself that it was a dream no matter what.

Raising his head, Zhang San'er saw the pedestrians on the shore, shook his head and carefully identified the direction, and was surprised to find that he had returned to the familiar Lihua River. This half-day strange moment was full of simple heads, and Zhang San'er felt that his head was much bigger, and he couldn't care about being afraid. Rocking the boat to the shore.

Brother Xiao Ma also found Zhang San'er from a distance by the river, walked over slowly, and said loudly: "Brother, how dare you go down the river alone, if something happens, will my aunt still live, I really don't let her worry." ”

When Zhang San'er saw him, he felt a sigh in his heart, and asked cautiously, "Brother, didn't you see me?"

Brother Xiao Ma smiled: "I slept until noon today, and after I got up, I came here, why, I haven't seen you for a day, and you miss my brother?" ”

He answered heartily, but Zhang San'er broke out in a cold sweat again, and the situation in the morning clearly appeared in front of him, and the person in the morning was not Brother Xiaoma. But who will be the man who keeps talking to himself in the morning?