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After eating and drinking enough and being addicted to smoking, Hu Changzi continued on the road with the 28 bars on his back, at this time it was only the sun at eight or nine o'clock, the humidity on the mountain was heavy, and then it was the upper half of the mountain that no one had set foot on for decades.

The sentence that there is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, there is a road, which is no longer suitable for the current Hu Changzi. The mountain is only halfway through, the road under the feet is gone, the past is full of vines, overgrown with weeds, Hu Changzi is walking step by step, stopping step by step, cutting step by step, with a bicycle on his shoulder, but it is not as easy as before.

He muttered as he felt sorry that the brand-new liberation shoes on his feet had all ruined the road, and it didn't take long for him to go as if he had just gone to the field to do farm work, covered in mud.

There is a road, which is also a small wool road that was opened decades ago, and where can I still distinguish it at this time, I can only rely on the general direction, drill in and out of these old trees and vines, and suddenly feel that the road in front of me suddenly opens up.

The eldest son of Hu was overjoyed, thinking that this small mountain bag is not difficult to turn, isn't there a road here? He climbed up the hill road, and I don't know when it started, but the sweat on his head began to drench like rain, and the steps under his feet became heavier and heavier.

Saying that, as the eldest son walked and walked, he felt that the 28 bars on his shoulders began to become heavier, and they were getting heavier and heavier. He has a lot of strength, two hundred pounds of food on his shoulders can walk five miles without panting, but today he feels that he can't carry a bicycle of dozens of pounds, so he wants to find a place to rest for a while.

This strange thing came immediately, whenever Hu Changzi wanted to rest, the bicycle on his shoulder would become heavier, and he could barely move, this hand wanted to put the car down, but he was willing not to listen to his own call, if he gritted his teeth and insisted, this feeling of being pressed would immediately be a little easier.

Hu Changzi tried several times to unload the bicycle without success, and it seems that the mountain road is getting more and more frightened.

Originally, the path was lined with old trees, overgrown with weeds, and covered by bushes more than a man high, but now he seemed to see one or two bulging hills among the bushes.

What is this mountain bag? He didn't dare to think about it in his heart, he just wanted to hurry up and dare to go to the other side of the mountain to send the funeral letter in the bag, but the steps under his feet were already a little unmoving, so he stopped there to rest, which was really unable to walk.

Suddenly, he heard a child's laughter behind him. Where did the children come from in these barren mountains and mountains? Hu Changzi looked up and saw that the trees here were too tall and dense, and the sun in the sky was also blocked, although it was ten o'clock in the afternoon, but at this time it was as if the sun had already set, and the child's laughter became louder and louder, as if at the root of his own ears.

Hu Changzi was a little scared in his heart, he regretted taking this errand again, it is said that the distant relatives were because the road was difficult to walk, so Mrs. Wang and the old man passed away, this funeral letter was not sent, if this time He Lao is still no one willing to send, this relationship will definitely be broken.

He was very conflicted in his heart, if he returned to the village and said that it was because he was timid and did not dare to send a letter, so that his family would cut off his relatives, he might be seen by others, and he would be completely unable to mix in Wangzhuang. But if he wanted to continue to hurry, his legs and stomach were already weak, and the kid "giggled" so much that the laughter did not stop for a moment, and he really did not dare to go any further.

Just stunned there, not leaving, not going back, Hu Changzi suddenly felt that his ears were twisted fiercely, he looked back sharply, and immediately the three souls scared off two and a half souls, which is still a bicycle on this shoulder, it is clearly a big black coffin! On top of the coffin, there was a little boy in a shroud who was looking at him with a smile, but at first glance he knew that he was not a normal person, because it was a miserable white face, as if it had been smeared with batter, and there were two small red dots.

Hu Changzi screamed "Mom", and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he threw the bicycle on his shoulder to the ground. only heard a "clang", and the brand-new 28 bars were thrown by him to a big tree next to him, hitting the bell loudly. Hu Changzi knew that he was a hell, he was so frightened that he rolled down the mountain seven or eight meters, only to hear a "boom" in his back, and hit a hard object, so painful that he immediately turned his back on his back, and it took a while to ease up.

When he turned his head again, he saw that he was blocked by a mossy stone, and he was secretly glad that if he didn't have it, he would have fallen to his death. Holding on to the big rock, he stood up slowly, trying to rub his back a few times, and when he looked up, he saw that it was full of small mountain bags, and there was a stone standing in front of each small mountain bag.

Hu Changzi trembled and lowered his head, and the stone he was holding in his hand was still engraved with words! Although he is illiterate, he knows very well that this thing is a tombstone, and when did he run into a mass grave!

He didn't care what kind of bicycle he had, and ran down the hill with his head in his hands, and he didn't know how long he had been running, until he finally saw the appearance of a village at the foot of the mountain, and then he heard the child's laughter again. Hu Changzi thought that it was over, this time he must have been entangled by the wild ghosts in the mountains, and his legs were weak and he immediately sat on the ground, thinking that his child was still in infancy, and his daughter-in-law was still young, maybe he would take the doll and remarry immediately after his death, he was called a desperate.

After a while, those laughter got closer and closer, and I saw a little girl in a red dress with broken flowers coming out of the forest. Now he really didn't have the strength to run again, thinking that this was a dead end, as soon as his heels were weak, he knelt down towards the little girl, and said: "Please let me go, I still have a newborn doll in this house, and I must burn more gold and silver treasures for you when ......I go back."

The little girl looked at the uncle and knelt down to herself inexplicably, and immediately shouted: "Grandpa, come and see, there's a madman here." ”

Hu Changzi looked up and saw that an old man with a basket on his back was holding the little girl and looking at him vigilantly, and the old man saw his crazy appearance and scolded: "Where did you come from the neurosis, go here to scare my granddaughter?" ”

When this eldest son heard it, it was a human voice, and when he looked at it again, it was indeed two big living people. He knew that he was a medicine picker when he saw this outfit, so he wiped his tears and snot and said, "I sent a letter, and I thought I had met a ghost." ”

"Phew!" The old man scolded, "In broad daylight, where did the ghost come from, I see that you are here to curse our grandchildren, see that I don't beat you!" ”。 After speaking, the old man picked up a wooden stick and relied on the eldest son of Hu to bring it in.

Hu Changzi raised his hand to block it and said, "Don't don't, I'm from Wangzhuang, I'm from Wangzhuang, I sent a letter to people, I really met a ghost just now!" ”

The old man looked at Eldest Son Hu suspiciously and asked, "What letter did you send?" How did the messenger get to this mountain? ”

"Funeral letter, I'm from Wangzhuang." After Hu Changzi finished speaking, he was anxious to take out the letter in his pocket as proof, but was scolded by the old man: "Don't take it out, it's really unlucky!" Phew! Then the old man turned his head and walked back with his granddaughter.

Hu Changzi took a few steps and shouted: "Hey, uncle, I'll ask you about something, where is this?" ”

The old man didn't look back and dropped three words: "Fangjia Village!" ”

Fangjia Village? Hu Changzi glanced back and sighed: "Mom, I actually turned over the entire Lion Rock!" ”

This Fangjia Village already belongs to Anhui, across the Lion Rock is Wangzhuang, the first place to turn over is Fangjia Village, through Fangjia Village and then walk forward for a while is where the receiver is located He Mu Chong, I didn't expect that I really walked down the crooked hit, that is, the bicycle was lost, and the bicycle was lost along with the bag of white rice cakes, he tied the bag to the handlebar for convenience. When Hu Changzi thought of this, his heart was furious, the big black coffin and the child......

He didn't dare to stop any longer, kept a distance of about twenty meters behind the old man, and went down the mountain until the sun went down, and finally arrived at He Muchong to deliver the letter before the sun went down.

brought the distant relative who received the letter, he refused to go over the mountain alive or dead, and there was no money in the bag, so the two had to change cars and leave. At that time, the bus was not like now, it was evening, and when the two of them returned to Wangzhuang hungry, it was already the day when He Lao was going to be funeral.

It is said that after the eldest son of Hu arrived home, he didn't dare to say anything about losing the car, but just sprinkled rice and tea according to Cha Wenbin's previous instructions, and fell asleep.

So what has Cha Wenbin done in the past few days? He hasn't closed his eyes for two consecutive nights, and he also knows a lot of people from the provincial capital, who are in charge of hospitality during the day, busy with things at night, and have to take time to comfort Chaozi.

On the third day, when Curator Jin personally led a convoy to pull He Lao's body, Hu Changzi's little daughter-in-law in her early twenties rushed to the Wang family's compound with a crying doll, and only shouted "Help, help, my family is not good!" ”

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