The rain-soaked mud under his feet was a little sticky, and soon the soles of his shoes were tightly pasted, and he walked heavily and heavily, and even his whole heart became irritable.

Hu Guocheng carried the large snakeskin bag on his shoulders, broke half of the branches on the wild orange tree by the roadside, and bent down to remove the mud from the soles of his shoes little by little.

The wind swept the yellow rain and fell into the forest, such as encroaching on mulberry leaves, and its sound rustled.

The thick mud cake on the sole of the shoe fell into the puddle with a clatter, which was lightened a lot.

Grinning and wiping the mud from the back of his hand on the trouser tube, Hu Guocheng stood up and looked back, except for the endless rain curtain, there was not even a sporadic figure.

From childhood to adulthood, Hu Guocheng rarely traveled at night.

Second Uncle Zhang in the village has told people more than once what happened to him. Second Uncle Zhang was not in good health and died a few years ago.

Although the person is gone, Hu Guocheng still remembers the things he said.

It is said that the most taboo thing is to hang some unclean things on your lips or in your heart.

So Hu Guocheng forced himself to think of something else, to think about his son, or to think about the pile of tickets in the snakeskin bag.

At the beginning of 1979, because domestic prices have been set by the state plan and have not changed for a long time, the prices of many commodities are low and the price comparison is out of balance, forming a situation where there is a huge disparity between domestic and foreign market prices. Later, under the dual-track economy, the difference between the planned economy and the market economy became wider and wider, and many people seized the business opportunities and bought at a low price and sold at a high price. For example, clothes, watches, etc., small business, but there are big benefits.

Such a person, that is, the so-called self-employed, is also known as the inverted master.

Hu Guocheng is one of the fallen army, from the beginning of the countryside to collect hundreds of eggs, carefully moved to the city to exchange food stamps, to later in the coastal pounds to collect electronic watches with military hats and peddled in big cities across the country, Hu Guocheng has really made some money in recent years.

Everyone has vanity, and returning to the hometown is one of the things that can best satisfy people's vanity from ancient times to the present.

Hu Guocheng is no exception, whenever he makes money, he would rather delay one or two business, but also to go home, after boasting, and then give the contents of the snakeskin bag to the neighbors, what he gets is the satisfaction that vanity has never had, this feeling makes Hu Guocheng always indulge in it and cannot extricate himself.

Today's Hu Guocheng definitely belongs to those people in the village who can speak.

It's just that the weather is not beautiful, and the time to come back today is a little late, and the weather is too bad.

Walking alone at night, it is inevitable that his heart will be diaphragm, so Hu Guocheng fumbled out Hongmei brand cigarettes from his underwear pocket and smoked three cigarettes from them.

The matchbox was damp, so he could only use the reluctant grinding wheel lighter, and after lighting it, Hu Guocheng bowed to the east and west, north and south, and threw the burning cigarette far away to the side of the road.

It is said that doing this can lead away the unclean things that follow you and prevent you from bringing the dirty things home.

After doing all this, the wind and rain suddenly became heavier, blowing the fine sand on Hu Guocheng's head and face.

There is a saying among the people that in the yellow rain on the night road, the sand ghost warns.

Hu Guocheng didn't think about it so much, and casually scolded a few words to strengthen his courage, so he carried the snakeskin bag and prepared to continue on his way.

When he turned his head, Hu Guocheng suddenly took a few steps back, shocked.

In the half-human-tall weeds on the side of the road, there were green eyes staring at him.

The person staring at it has a chill down his spine.

Hu Guocheng buckled a ball of mud from under his feet, and smashed it angrily: "No one raises wild beasts, let you scare Lao Tzu!" ”

Hu Guocheng didn't know if he hit it, but the grass shook, and something came out with slow steps.

Accompanied by a cat meow of "woo ah~" that penetrated into the bone marrow coldly.

A cat, which was a little darker than the night, walked slowly from the grass to the middle of the path, raising its green shining eyes and staring at Hu Guocheng coldly.

The beast seemed to have no reaction to Hu Guocheng's intimidation.

Hu Guocheng didn't have time to compete with a cat, so he prepared to go around from the side.

And to his horror, no matter how he walked, the cat always crouched in the middle of the road, looking at him not far away.

Hu Guocheng finally began to panic in his heart, and used a flashlight to shine it, but the beam of the flashlight hit the ground straight through the black cat's body.

At this moment, Hu Guocheng finally discovered that the black cat staring at him coldly was not wet at all in this rainy night.

The fear that he had never had made Hu Guocheng's mind blank at this moment.

Hu Guocheng stared wide-eyed, holding the snakeskin bag and preparing to turn back when he was about to go back, this time he turned around, and saw that the three red plum cigarettes he had just thrown on the side of the road were swirling with green gas, and on the side of the cigarettes, several people with pale faces and no blood were forming a circle, with distorted expressions and greedy expressions, sniffing their noses together and sucking the green mist-shrouded smoke......

The snakeskin bag fell in the mud on the road, splashed the rain, and smashed on the pale Hu Guocheng, the rain became heavier and heavier, pouring Hu Guocheng all over his body, but Hu Guocheng on the ground did not move at all......

The night was bleak, and the black cat looked at Hu Guocheng coldly, and was suddenly hugged by a pair of white little hands.

At this moment, the figures surrounding the cigarettes made a respectful gesture, and disappeared into the rain, so the misty cigarettes were extinguished by the rain.

"In the previous life, the previous life was hard, and Xiaoxiao was in the rain. Knowing the blue sky has no eyes, and right and wrong are unknown. Hate life! Hate life! Hate to die in this life. ”

In the rainy night, the ethereal echo of the dream-like order, the tone is cold and immature, faintly mixed with resentment, which makes people's spines chill.

This night, Yuan Yu had a nightmare all night......