These twenty or thirty police officers chased after them along the way. Half a cigarette, they stopped. It seems that he should have chased him to the river.

After standing by the river for five minutes, they began to retreat along the same path. Wait until you can't see the light of the flashlight. Lao Fan and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, I felt that there was no place in my body that was not itchy. I touched it with my hand. Fuck, unclothed place, full of mosquito bites. As a result of the bag, they were connected one after another, and it felt like the skin was swollen. It's hard to the touch, and I don't care so much about it. I saw two people using their hands together, scratching up and down, a lot of effort. It stopped.

Lao Fan handed me a cigarette, and when I saw it by the moonlight, it turned out to be from Butterfly Spring! I thought to myself, you guy, where did you get these cigarettes?! It's not something our average thug can afford.

I was about to ask a question. Lao Fan said: "We can't stay here anymore, they must cross the bridge from the side of Yuedan Island." "It is true that two kilometers east of the mound there is an old bridge, I don't know when it was built, and a little west of the island, the stone slabs have been erected. When I was a child, I often touched money under the bridge. I don't know who dropped it, every time I take a bath, there is always a group of friends who touch the money under the bridge, one and a half points, and when you are lucky, you can touch five points. In those days, you could buy a popsicle with wheat kernels on it for a penny, which was delicious.

So the two of them crawled out of the grass at the top of the grave. On the way, I discussed it for a while, and I was going to go from the west, and I could not take the main road, but from the path with many weeds and rocks. After discussing and deciding, set off all the way. Sure enough, there was no ambush, but the road was too unsmooth. Everywhere is the feces of people who go down to the river to bathe, and they are trampled on both feet, and the smell is stinking.

There was nothing to say all the way, and after about an hour, I came to Wang Dong Qiaotou, and when I came here, I got on the official road. At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the summer and autumn wind was already a little cool, blowing goosebumps all over my body. Then I remembered that in order to distract the police, I took off my coat and threw it in a conspicuous place by the river.

"Why don't you go to my hometown at night, I haven't been back for a few years, and I have nowhere else to go. How about going back and trying to get some money and then going somewhere else? I asked Lao Fan.

"Okay, let's go." Lao Fan looked at me.

My hometown is about 20 miles away from this Wang Dongqiao, and I have to go back to the east, through the suburbs of the county. Because I was afraid that there would be a public security stop on the main road, I could only take the farmland road. At that time, there were naturally no taxis, and there were no motorcycles. Even if there were, we didn't have the money to pay the fare. Of course, there are no modern street lights. So all the way in the dark, driving the No. 11 bus (two-legged, jokingly called the No. 11 bus) to the hometown, the march was slow. On the way, it is inevitable to step on the feces and turn over the ditch.

When the sky was slightly bright, I finally arrived at my hometown Luozhuang.

Luozhuang, five kilometers northeast of Pingyu County. It belongs to the Duanying Village Committee. There are rivers and canals in front and back, although it is close to the county seat, but it is also said to be barren, there are only 100 or so families in the village, and the other except for the fields, it is the cemetery. Although Zhuangzi's name is Luo Zhuang, the various surnames are mixed. Along the way, I met a few villagers who rushed down to the field to hoe weeds. Of course, they don't know me, and I don't know them. When he left his hometown, he was only eleven or twelve years old, and now he is a nineteen-year-old young man. Of course they don't recognize it.

Rural people have the habit of getting up early, unlike us in the county town, who sleep until noon every day. When I slipped into Zhuangzi, there was already smoke rising from many homes. At this time, I remembered that from yesterday noon to now, I have run wildly to avoid the public security, and I have not stopped the rapid march all night, and I have not eaten a bite of food. My stomach growled.

So he took Lao Fan and walked to the second uncle's house. As soon as he reached the door, the dog in the yard barked. At this time, I heard the second aunt ask, "Who is outside the yard?" "It's me, second aunt, Luo Jufei," I replied. At the same time, she glanced at Lao Fan, and he really looked at me with a smile that seemed to be not a smile. It's too big, and I don't know why my dad gave me such a broken name, it sounds like coaxing children to play fighting and flying, and I was ridiculed when I was a child! Fortunately, after moving to Pingyu Street, he became famous. Name: Luo Jie!