"1929 doesn't shoot, 3949 walks on the ice, 5969 looks at the willows along the river, 79 rivers open 89 geese, 99 sunny days...

Listening to the nursery rhymes played in the roadside store, Nie Peng suddenly found that the past and today were the winter solstice. recalled the thin-skinned dumplings prepared by my mother on the winter solstice every year, and remembered the time when I was a child when I gathered around the stove to help my mother smash garlic, I lowered my head and smiled, turned my face to look at Di Jiaying again, but found that she was a little stunned.

"What's wrong?" Nie Peng asked.

"I remember when I was a child," her voice was muffled, "every year on the winter solstice, my father would buy a lot of shrimp, and my mother would make dumplings at home, and then hand me a rolling pin to send me to grind garlic paste, although every time I would mix garlic skin, every time my mother said that I couldn't do housework, and I couldn't get married in the future." But... But I miss that time. ”

"Why should you miss it, can't you just go back and help do it this year?" Nie Peng was puzzled

"It's been a long time since I've spent the winter solstice with them, it's been a long time. When it's almost Christmas, they will always go to Wall Street to ring the bell, they will patty all night for Rausch's ranking, and they will send me a big red envelope... ”

The more she spoke, the more it seemed like she was drenching herself, until her voice was too small to be heard.

After eating the barbecue, I went to the café again, and when I came out of the place where the soothing music was playing, the two walked slowly, chatting endlessly, and the dim and slightly drunk street lamps changed with the movement of the car on the side of the road.

A little snowflake is like an elf, one after another into the fiery red heat, they melt into the flames, through the illusion of wisps of transparent light smoke, affectionately stirring the night.

Turning the bustling street, the two walked together, Di Jiaying pointed to the alley in the distance: "Then the front is Panpan's house, you can go back too, wear so little and walk so far with me." ”

Looking at the dark alley, Nie Peng shook his head, "It's a few steps, good people do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, let's go." ”

Di Jiaying did not stop him, but let him stay by her side. She found that Nie Peng was not like the swarm of flies pestering her, buzzing and trying her best to end her single career, but inadvertently handing over a trace of warmth, amiable but cautious.

He would be at a loss when he was embarrassed, and he would puff and laugh when he saw himself eating deflated, a feeling like the big boy next door, and she didn't hate it.

The shoes creaked on the soft snow particles, no one spoke, and occasionally the barking of dogs in the yard was heard, and everything was quiet and indifferent, until it turned into a dark alley.

The street lights suddenly flickered, and a gust of wind mixed with a tyrannical aura struck from behind Nie Peng.

Like a ghost hidden in the dark, he hit Nie Peng on the back of the neck sharply, and before he could make a sound, he was so soft that he was on the snow.

Di Jiaying, who took two steps forward, just turned her head and saw the figure on the ground, but before she could squeak, she was covered by the arm that suddenly burst out from behind her, and a dull taste passed into her brain through the handkerchief, and after struggling a few times, she also softened.

Then came the sound of the towing of Suoso, the muffled sound of conversation. Not far away, a van that was hidden in the shadows loosened its grip and slowly slid over, hooked for a moment, then slammed the door and drove out of the yard with a bang.

The night became quiet again, and it was not long before the two trails of drag on the road were covered with falling snowflakes, and it was difficult to detect them again.

"Rolling out the skin... The dumplings are so good-looking。。。。。 Sit on the pot, cover the lid, cook the dumplings and take the dishes and chopsticks... I don't know how long later, Nie Peng seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, and struggled to wake up from his coma, and found that he was lying in a factory, surrounded by various objects covered with oilcloth, emitting a rotten and dull smell.

As far as the eye can see, the light comes in through a broken ventilation fan**, and as the fan blades rotate, the light is cut into discontinuous fragments, reflecting the dust floating in the air.

The light is very bright, it should be a sunny day, Nie Peng, who struggled for a while, wanted to get up, but found that his hands were tied behind his back, and he turned his head to check the surrounding environment, but he had no choice but to inhale a mouthful of dust and coughed violently.

"Wake up, go, call Brother Qiang." There was a voice behind him, but Nie Peng couldn't see it.

I tried to remember what had happened, until I remembered the sudden swelling pain, the dark shadow that flickered under the light. I suddenly realized that I was afraid that I was kidnapped.

But, what about Di Jiaying? Gritting his teeth, he tried hard to stand up in order to observe his surroundings, but because the stick on the back of his head was too strong before, he tried several times but did not regain his balance, and after twisting a few times, he fell back.

In addition, yesterday's fitness training in order to show off manhood, the muscles at this moment are still in the fiber growth stage, and the movements are slightly more violent, as if they are torn.

"Yo, take a look, who is this?" There was a sound of footsteps, and there were quite a few people listening to the sound. After about twenty meters away, it stopped, and the chaotic footsteps gradually subsided, and only the sound of "whining" came out, like a gagged scream.

Nie Peng, who was lying on his side, relied on the strength of his legs, trying to make himself draw a semicircle on the ground, facing the place where the voice came, and through the dust raised, he saw the man who was holding his arms and looking at him at the moment, wearing a gray hoodie and sweatpants. and Di Jiaying, who was being tied to a chair next to him, had a messy hairstyle, but fortunately, her clothes were still intact.

The man looked at him and turned around with difficulty, his back molars seemed to be chewing something, and he smiled crookedly, one by one. The light from the broken window on the roof was just imprinted on the side of his face, and Nie Peng recognized that this was the person who delivered flowers at the gym yesterday.

"Dude," the man walked over from the window in a ruffian, "when you were able to do it yesterday, was it cool?" The soles of the shoes rubbed against the ground, making a sound of rubbing and rubbing, and they were getting closer and closer to Nie Peng.

Until he walked to the side and looked at his hands tied behind the rope, he was still smiling.

Nie Peng didn't speak, just stared at him with his eyes, not knowing his purpose at this time.

"Yo Yo Yo, these little eyes are still staring at me" The man saw Nie Peng's eyes, as if he was extremely surprised, and then shouted at a group of subordinates around him:

"Alas, look, he's glaring at me, this grandson is glaring at me," and then there was a sarcastic laugh around him.

Suddenly! The man flew up and kicked Nie Peng's stomach, with a lot of force, Nie Peng was like a dying prawn, pumping hard.