Before dawn, Ding Zhu heard the sound of someone knocking on the door outside, and he didn't even think about it, it must have been He Changsheng who came, but fortunately, she packed up her things last night, so she agreed and followed to open the door.

Outside the door, it was He Changsheng, he stood there, first stretched his neck and looked inside the room and said, "That, who is that, did you come yesterday?" ”

He asked Lin Dashao, but it could be seen that he was quite taboo to say Lin Dashao's name in person, but fortunately, Ding Zhu didn't want to worry about him about this kind of thing, so he just shook his head: "No, he didn't come, he said that he was going to find Chen Jinling, how could he come every day." ”

"That's right." He Changsheng's heart relaxed, nodded, and could see that Ding Candle's answer comforted him.

"Uncle Changsheng, why do you care so much about whether Lin Dashao is here or not." Ding Zhu looked at He Changsheng with a smile, although she didn't plan to explore He Changsheng's secret now, but it was also very interesting to tease him from time to time and watch him change his face.

Sure enough, when He Changsheng heard Lin Dashao's three words, he almost jumped up from his current place, he looked left and right, and finally found that this matter was just a joke that Ding Candle said casually, so he exhaled a long breath and glared at Ding Candle fiercely: "You dead girl, why are you talking about this, I'm not worried about you!" ”

He Changsheng obviously didn't want to continue to delve into this issue, but frowned: "Have you done it all, hurry up, just leave, the first car will be there in a while." ”

Since he was leaving, of course, he was going to get better and better, so Ding Zhu didn't talk to He Changsheng anymore, turned around and locked the door and followed He Changsheng.

Another person walked briskly on the stone road in the village, and there was a sound of tapping, which seemed particularly harsh and uncomfortable in the silent village as if it had died.

The damp feeling in the village has faded a little, and Ding Zhu doesn't know if it's because Lin Dashao gave him a month, or because he has become accustomed to the feeling of being wet in this village at any time, and he has also degraded the feeling of dampness.

"When will the people of this village come back?" Ding Zhu looked at the empty houses in the village, although he didn't feel terrible, but he still had a very lonely feeling psychologically.

"I'll be back tomorrow night." He Changsheng walked in front of Ding Candle, but his steps slowed down slightly when he spoke.

In this way, the two of them were talking about meaningless conversations, and walked towards the side of the road that was excluded, and after waiting for a while in the night, they saw a bus coming, and the very quaint shape reminded Ding Zhu of a joke he had seen at night, that is, if you see this kind of car on the side of the road, you must not get on, because ......

Ding Zhu didn't mind, because she had really met a ghost, and even if she met one, it wouldn't be a big deal.

The distance from the village to the city is really not far, but the road is really not very good, it is not comparable to the highway, even with the well-leveled Roman road is a little behind, and the potholes along the way are so bad that Ding Zhu only feels dizzy.

finally got out of the car, and He Changsheng squatted on the side of the road and vomited.

Ding Candle has no money, so all the food and accommodation along the way have to be paid by He Changsheng, he will naturally not be a generous, let alone eat any rice noodles, and he doesn't even have the treatment of eating a bowl of gruel on the side of the road, but he just took out a palm-sized nest head from his schoolbag and handed it to Ding Candle: "Eat, I'll go and ask for two glasses of water." ”

Looking at the nest head in his hand expressionlessly, Ding Candle began to miss the local chicken soup in Aunt Demu's house, she knew that it would be like this today, and she should have eaten a little more yesterday.

He Changsheng's first stop was to find his top boss, what he was doing Ding Zhu didn't know, standing in the corridor listening to He Changsheng's flattering smile in the office, he just felt that it was not particularly easy to be a small village chief in the countryside.

Otherwise, how can it be said that He Changsheng is a village chief who can be the village head, when he came out of the office, he already had a letter of introduction in his hand, and he could open two rooms for free in the city guest house, which couldn't be better.

Ding Zhu asked, "Uncle Changsheng, are you going back tomorrow?" ”

He Changsheng shook his head: "No, I will only go back if I accompany you to find Chen Jinling." ”

Tut! A mocking smile curled up on Ding Candle's mouth, it was too obvious that He Changsheng wanted something.

According to the information given by Aunt Demu, the two of them directly set their goals at the school, and now at this time, most of the young people of this age have returned to school, and it is most convenient to go to the school to find talents.

There are a total of 12 large and small schools in the city, and in the next few days, two people will be squatting on the edge of these twelve schools, although it cannot be said that all the students have been turned over and over, and they have all been turned over. Nine is not far from ten.

Whenever he went to school after school, He Changsheng stretched his neck and stared through the long crowd, hoping to find a woman with a red fingerprint birthmark on her neck, but unfortunately, her eyes were about to stare out of cataracts, and there was still no progress.

He Changsheng shook the steamed bun in his hand hatefully, he didn't know whether he was talking to Ding Candle, or talking to himself, he said that he would go to Wang Jianhong's school tomorrow to have a look, if he couldn't find it, he would go to the vicinity of various factories to find it.

Ding Zhu nodded, the expression is right, I will follow you.

In fact, as early as the first day she entered the city, she planned to go to Wang Jianhong, because according to the urine nature of this kind of story, the place where Chen Jinling appears now must be inextricably related to the people in this village, and the people and places that can be inextricably linked to the village, what other place can there be besides Wang Jianhong's school?

But she didn't say anything more to He Changsheng, of course, on the one hand, it was one of Ding Candle's little pleasures to watch He Changsheng be so bad, and there was a little reason why the guest house in the city was very comfortable, and more importantly, she needed this place, she needed to know where Lin Dashao's sphere of influence was.

The city was obviously not a place that Lin Dashao could reach, in fact, as soon as he was about ten kilometers out of the village, Ding Zhu felt that the damp feeling disappeared in an instant, as if he had crossed a barrier all at once. (https:)

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