Chapter 9: Hell in a Strange Place

Thinking of the Spring Festival of that year, I basically met several wishes of the children at that time, there was food, drink, money to spend, no one beat or scolded, and the most important thing was that I didn't have a book to read. I love to sleep until what time it is, and play until what time I want. The only regret is that the evil winter vacation homework, believe it or not, I didn't do the winter vacation homework anyway.

I wasn't happy that year, I can still think of Liu Siting from time to time, I don't know how she is now, I don't know where she is now, does she miss me?

Time flies quickly, and soon the New Year is over and I have to go to school again, and that semester is the last semester of the third year of junior high school. In our third year of junior high school, we have to take the high school entrance examination, and if we do well, we can get into a good middle school. If you don't do well in the exam, you can only go to an ordinary middle school, or even not study.

If you go to a good middle school in our small county town and bring your school badge, people will look at you differently on the street, and I have a friend who has such an experience. At that time, we were going to buy lunch boxes in the school, and my friend was picking lunch boxes in the store, and there was a woman in her forties, and I didn't know where her children were studying, I only knew that my friend was in what was considered to be the worst school in our school. The premise is that my friend is very honest. The woman asked my friend, "Child, where are you studying?" "I concluded that her child might be a girl, and wanted to get to know her daughter by my friend, but my friend told her about the school he was in, and the woman turned her head and walked away in a hurry, forgetting to take the lunch box, and looking back as she walked, as if she was afraid that my friend would follow her, leaving only my friend with black lines and me laughing.

Later, I learned that my friend never dared to wear a school uniform on the street, and he didn't dare to say where he was studying. Under this pressure, everyone is working hard, and I am also very nervous, but I have never let go of studying "Qimen Dunjia".

At the beginning of the year, I came to school, the same school, the same classmates but different tables. I didn't skip class that semester, I didn't fight, I didn't speak in class, and the whole person was like a different person, even Wang Feng didn't recognize it.

Actually, when you think about time, time flies very slowly, and if you don't want time, time passes quickly. Soon, I will be graduating, and I will be about to take the high school entrance examination. I occupy the idea that the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and I don't care if I love to take the test, so it's a big deal not to read it.

Although I don't care, I still have to make a show, my wife has high expectations for me, counting on me Tsinghua University and Peking University.

I don't know if I don't read this book, but I want to sleep when I see it. Although I am a reader and sleeper, I sometimes often stay up late to read textbooks.

Some people make mistakes when they are nervous about exams, but I don't have this problem at all, and I definitely don't feel nervous. Our examination room is located in the county seat, and I basically have no impression except that it is too noisy to sleep.

I stayed in the county town for three days in a daze, and I didn't know how to finish the exam. I bought a ticket on the day I finished the exam that day, and I went to the field the next day, because I was very unconfident in myself and was not ready to read.

At that time, the hillbilly basically hated his lack of eyes as soon as he went out. There are tall buildings everywhere, and there are beautiful women everywhere.

At that time, I was very scared to go to a field alone, and I was a hillbilly. Luckily, my father came there early to pick me up.

My father and I got on the bus for a long, long time, and when I got off the bus, I was dumbfounded. Not to mention that this is a suburb, it is basically deserted, and there are no people within a radius of one or two kilometers, but there is only a small road to the mountains on the side of the road, and I don't know where it leads. It was on that road that I walked for an hour before I saw a few low houses, which my dad said were called factories. It's still a long way to go.

As I went deeper and deeper into the mountains, I wondered what a factory would be like in the mountains.

The further you go, the more factories there are, and when I get to the factory where my father works, I'm dumbfounded. It's like a deep mountain and an old forest. The factory should be as big as two or three acres of land, the staff dormitory and the factory building are separated from each other, and there is a vacant lot in the middle, and there is a stone tea table on the vacant land. It is surrounded by a wall, and it sounds like a wall, but why do you say that? Because the wall is cracked, and basically no one can stop it. Where there is a wall, there is a gate. This gate is even more said, it looks tall and big in the distance, and when you get closer, it is all stained with iron, and it is broken and one side is left on the wall, so it is never closed. There are two large willow trees at the gate, which are very tall. There is a large lake a hundred meters away, and the place is very strange, and there is no water intersection and no water outlet, which is said to be groundwater.

There is a village at the foot of the hill where the factory is located, not far away, only half an hour away, I asked my father why he didn't come up from there, and I learned that the reason was that the car there was more expensive for two yuan!!

Many years later, I still remember those two dollars vividly, my father was a very frugal person, and he was often not afraid of suffering to save a dollar or two. To be honest, I'm very proud to have such a father.

My father worked the night shift, and he worked all night, every day, every month, every year. But I never heard my father say he was tired. For this family, for me, my father gave most of his life.

I went to bed early that night, and I was tired from the car, and I didn't know when my father would go to work. Falling asleep, falling asleep, being woken up by urine. I don't know what time it is, but I know it's the middle of the night.

If you want to say that people can stuff their teeth when they drink cold water on their backs, I say that if people carry it, they can see ghosts when they pee. Originally, it was not unusual for me to see a ghost, but it was extraordinary to see that ghost.

I opened the door in a daze, and walked out in a daze, and when I first arrived at the door, a cold air came to my face, and I was awake after a quick start, and I almost peed my pants when I looked forward.

At the stone table in front of the door sat a man, one dressed in ancient costume and wearing a small round hat on his head, but from him there was a trace of black energy. It looks fierce.

said that I am also the master of countless ghosts, but I was still taken aback when I saw such a number, and I couldn't help blurting out the words. Maybe I was screaming too badly, and the ghost turned his head to look at me, and my screaming stopped abruptly as soon as the ghost turned his head.

Its face is green, it's really green. I was so frightened that my legs trembled, and I stared at it blankly, and it stared at me blankly, and just confronted each other.

I guess I looked at each other for seven or eight seconds, and I was about to collapse. The monster turned away. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I forgot to pee and quickly went back to the house to close the door and go to bed. Actually, I haven't slept all the time, and I've been wondering how can there be dirt here? It looks fierce, and I don't know if it's a passing by or a permanent resident? I don't know if it's harmful?

I woke up early the next morning, and my father had already gone back to bed after work. It was still cool in the morning, and I sat outside at the stone table thinking about last night. Suddenly, a voice came from behind me: "Grocery shopping"

The side effects of last night were still there, and I was scared by that throat, and hurriedly turned around to look. It turned out to be an old man carrying a basket of rainbow beans and shouting, and the old man was wearing tattered clothes, as if he was lame. He's watching me, too.

was in a bad mood, so I ignored him, took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked it myself. When the grocery buyer saw that I was smoking, he also came over and put the basket aside, sat down across from me, and then said to me, "Does my little brother want food?" ”

I shook my head and ignored him. I thought to myself that he should hurry away.

The vegetable seller smiled and said to me, "Little brother, do you still have cigarettes?" I'd love to smoke it now, but I don't. Can you give me one? ”

To be honest, if I had my temper at the beginning, I would have told him to fuck off, but not this time. It wasn't easy for the old man either, so I threw the cigarette case in front of him and motioned for him to take it himself.

The old man also took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then touched his whole body, and it seemed that he could not find a lighter. He took the cigarette in his hand again, smiled at me, and said, "I don't have a fire." ”

I took out a lighter from my pocket and threw it in front of him, and the old man studied it for a long time and asked me in surprise, "How can this be used?" ”

I had no choice but to take the lighter back and light it for him. He took a hard puff, and it looked like he hadn't smoked in a long time. When he had smoked half of it, he stopped it, extinguished it, and hid it in his jacket pocket. He smiled at me embarrassedly and said, "Keep it for tomorrow, or it will be out of stock tomorrow." ”

I couldn't bear it, and after thinking about it, there didn't seem to be much more cigarette packs, so I said to the old man, "Take it, I don't want it for you." ”

The old man smiled at me, picked up the cigarette and kicked it in the pocket, he was really welcome. He nodded at me with a smile of satisfaction and continued to buy groceries.

Listening to the old man's voice selling vegetables fade away, I remembered my story again.

I think eighty percent of that thing was passing by, and yesterday I was passing by here and was told to see it by my tragic man.

It should be like this, otherwise that monster is so fierce and harmful, it should have been harmed a long time ago. But is that really the case?

(Thank you Brother Hua for pointing out the mistake for me, if you find a typo or a mistake in the chapter, or a mistake in the plot, please be able to tell me in time, night cat infinite gratitude.) ）