Regardless of whether I was really hungry or not, or I couldn't resist Long Fengzhi's persuasion, I finally ate a bun.

To be honest, at this time, the pork stuffed buns, with some green onions to taste, feel so sweet and delicious. Even though my head is still a little dizzy, I can't help myself in the face of such a delicious taste. It's not a gobble, but at least it's licking the oil off your fingers.

I felt that it tasted good, but I didn't want to eat it again.

First, it was polite and polite, and secondly, I did feel a little uncomfortable. Long Fengzhi is a person who knows me better, because watching me grow up since I was a child, more or less my character and habits, he naturally basically understands. Naturally, there will be no reluctance, but there is also some noncommittal.

The car was very slow to drive out of Baimaoyuan, because there seemed to be a lot of people congested on the road in the market on one street, and I don't know if this is a local habit or if no one cares about it. Whether it is selling stalls or shopping for things, there seem to be many people, and some people are even still selling at the open door.

Through the window, I could see the bustling crowd outside, and I don't know where so many people came from. But I didn't pay much attention to this at this time, and my eyes looked at the people outside, but my thoughts seemed to drift far away.

Because of the farther and farther journey, I don't know when I will be able to see each other again. I don't even know where that place is, because there is no end to it, and I guess I can't find the name of the place on the map.

The familiar faces, the familiar houses, and the misty valley seemed to be far away at this moment.

But sitting in the carriage, I didn't have the slightest way to save all this. Looking at the man in black who was gradually becoming scarce, and the cloth bag wrapped around his head, I suddenly felt a ridiculous idea. After leaving this land at this moment, will it not come back in the future?

I know that it is not the land that has left me with many nostalgia, but the figures that are gradually fading away, and the villages that are gradually disappearing.

Because the road was really bad at this time, after driving out of the asphalt road of this market, it gradually turned into a gravel dirt road not far outside. This is a kind of road that is compacted on a dirt road, paved with gravel and finally gradually compacted, and the extent of this bump can be imagined.

I sat in the back and felt some backache, but Long Fengzhi seemed to enjoy it as if he was sitting next to him.

Because I was feeling dizzy all the time, his right hand was actually stretched out behind me all the time. This made me feel a little touched and warm, in fact, I was about the same height as him at this time, but I was still very touched by his care.

I don't know if his feelings are real, but it's hard to imagine that we are sitting in the back of the car, even though he doesn't have to fake sleep, but he still sits half-asleep.

Maybe because there are basically no people in black in the car, although everyone still speaks in a certain tone, it seems to sound close to our words. So even though there was a bit of a commotion, it sounded a lot more comfortable to my ears.

I don't know if it feels like I haven't heard it for a long time, but at the moment it sounds a little moving to me. Because of this familiar voice, and this intimate feeling, it instantly made my heart ripple with excitement. I don't know if it's because of the distance of the unknown, or the longing for my hometown, but I look forward to it in my heart.

As I became familiar with this sound, I didn't pay much attention to it, and I felt that the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed. But suddenly I heard a voice that was somewhat familiar, and I sat in the back in a daze, and I felt that it was my own words. When I looked over, I saw four or five men sitting in the two rows on the left side of the front, chatting with foaming at the mouth.

Although I was sure I didn't know them, I couldn't help but look at them closely because of the familiar accents. When I looked at it like this, I suddenly felt a little surprised, because I felt a little familiar with one of them. Although I couldn't remember where I had seen this person for a while, it really seemed to be somewhat familiar.

Probably because of this, I couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Because there were quite a few people in the carriage at this time, I didn't hear what they were saying. But looking at their radiant appearance, and the feeling of no one around, they must be considered wanton lords in the vicinity. In particular, there were four or five of them, and they were still holding flat poles and other things in their hands, and they seemed to be very elated.

When I listened carefully, I faintly heard them talking about selling pots. Maybe a few people made a lot of money this time, so when it comes to being proud, it is inevitable that they will be a little arbitrary.

Long Fengzhi obviously heard it too, and he had already been clear about our words, so after just glancing at them, he stopped looking at these people, and was still there with his eyes closed.

I didn't know if I was really awake or wanted to listen to them, so I stared at them closely. But just as I could see it, my eyelids suddenly jumped. For I saw that the man who was sitting on the side of the aisle, foaming at the mouth of his companion, was talking to his companion, and a man standing beside him approached him.

Originally, this was a normal thing on the up and down buses. But at this time, there are still some vacant seats on both sides of the bus, but there are two or three people standing in the middle, which makes people a little unnoticed. Of course, it's normal to have people who want to get off the bus in the middle of the journey, so some people who come for long distances don't pay much attention to them.

But I saw that the man who approached had a dark face, and his emaciated face seemed to have a pair of dark eyes. His eyes seemed to look around, but he held something between the middle finger of his left index finger and scratched it on the side of the man's clothes.

A bright light flashed, and though I didn't see what it was, I saw the man's pocket of steamed water that had been cut open, and then some paper-like things were revealed. The man with a dark face stood there as if nothing had happened, and as the car jolted, he approached the open pocket with his left hand again, and then a stack of things fell into his hand.

It may be that I have been staring, although the Yin Owl man's movements are extremely fast, and even everything is smooth, but sitting at my angle, I can also see that he is holding a stack of ten and five dollars in his hand. Although I can't tell how much, but seeing the thick stack, it should obviously be a lot of money!