It is the peak season of watermelon growth, the melons in the melon field grow big and round, but unfortunately, because no one picks them in time, under the scorching sun, many watermelons are cracked, and the rotten melon flesh exudes an unpleasant smell, which provokes a lot of small flying insects.

Wang Bi'an walked in the melon field with one foot deep and one foot shallow, pinching his nose with one hand, enduring the unpleasant smell of rot, and fanning with the other hand to drive away flying insects.

Finally, he found a whole watermelon, and Wang Bi'an hurriedly picked it.

Following Wang Lu's example, he patted the watermelon and listened to the sound with his ears sideways to distinguish whether the watermelon was underripe or overripe.

Wang Lu's hometown is in Pinghu, Zhejiang, and the watermelons of Jinping Lake are famous throughout the country.

Wang Lu often recalled that when he was a child, he would pull a flatbed truck to drag watermelons to the fields, and the watermelons he dragged home were stuffed under the bed. One year, a watermelon was found under the bed during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but unfortunately it was early.

Therefore, Wang Lu has the ability to distinguish watermelons with one hand.

Wang Bi'an has been envious for a long time, and in private, he secretly followed his father's example, patting east and west on the watermelon, but unfortunately, the shooting sounded the same in his ears.

Now, the watermelons under his hands are also crackling.

Wang Bi'an didn't hear the difference between it and other watermelons at all.

Well, there is still a difference.

This big watermelon has not been cracked by the sun.

Wang Bi'an picked up the watermelon and returned to the river.

I found a small waterhole by the beach and soaked the watermelon in it.

This melon was sunburned and the skin of the melon was hot. At this time, you have to eat in a hurry, but there is no taste. It's like sun-dried ice cream, only fools eat it.

Waiting for the watermelon to soak in the cold, Wang Bi'an put the crossbow on the shore, took off his clothes, and took a bath happily.

In the water, I also rubbed a few handfuls of clothes in the river and spread them on a flat stone on the shore to let the sun shine.

Wang Bi'an fished out the watermelon in the small pool with his bare ass.

There was no knife at hand, Wang Bian tried to knock it with his fist, the watermelon skin cracked a thin slit, but if he smashed it again, there was no movement, Wang Bi'an tried to break it along the crack with his hand, and the watermelon did not move.

In desperation, Wang Bi'an picked up a flat stone from the shore, washed it with river water, and smashed it at the watermelon. smashed the melon skin and melon pulp in all directions, and the watermelon juice splashed all over the little belly, which smashed the big watermelon open.

Wang Bian held the watermelon and nibbled violently, and the watermelon juice flowing down his chin stained the freshly washed body again.

Fortunately, I was naked, and my clothes were not damaged.

By the time Wang Bian had burped, a quarter of the watermelons had been wiped out.

Wang Bi'an casually threw the remaining watermelons on the beach. Fortunately, Chen Wei is not here, otherwise, it is a good lecture.

Wang Bi'an returned to the water and washed his body again.

Back on the shore, touch the clothes that were drying on the stone slabs, they were already dry, and jumped on their feet to put them on.

With the crossbow on his back on the shore, Wang Bi'an wanted to go home.

He thought about it, and then returned to the melon field, full of desire to pick three intact watermelons - one for his mother, one for his father, and one for Sister Xie Ling.

It is difficult to find a complete good watermelon, Wang Bian walked far away, and almost reached the edge of the woods, only to find three good melons.

After picking the watermelons, Wang Bi'an realized that his little arm couldn't hold three watermelons at all, let alone three, not even two.

Wang Bi'an had to go back and forth with a watermelon and a watermelon field back to the boat.

When holding the last watermelon that was about to be given to Sister Xie Ling, Wang Bi'an inadvertently raised his head-

In the woods ahead of me, with their tiled roofs exposed, there was a puff of smoke!

That smoke, Wang Bi'an is a little familiar, when Chen Wei uses a firewood stove to cook vegetables, sometimes the firewood carries moisture, and when it burns, such smoke will come out.

Wang Bi'an was stunned for a moment, and suddenly threw the watermelon he was holding into the melon field, and then lay down in the field again, ignoring the fact that a few rotten watermelons next to him stained his clothes.

Smoke means that there are living people!

Wang Bi'an is a very smart child, and usually, when listening to his parents, he already understands that living people are very, very dangerous!

Wang Lu and Chen Wei's daily unintentional conversations are often listened to by Wang Bi'an on the side.

Remember last year's mud bombardment and nuclear disaster in the tsunami.

While eating, Wang Lu ridiculed some media for praising the mud bombers for their quality in the face of the disaster, because there were constantly third-party media reports afterwards, and the mud bombers were as frightened as before the disaster. ,

Just these few small talkes, Wang Bi'an listened to them. Afterwards, the little guy found a lot of related news on the Internet.

Shortly thereafter, a test at the school had a question in which the students were asked to talk about the quality of the mud bombers in the face of the disaster. As a result, Wang Bi'an waved his pen: It is a lie to say that mud bombards people have quality.

In this five-point question, Wang Bi'an got a big duck egg.

After Wang Lu knew the reason, he couldn't cry or laugh, but since then, he has consciously talked about some social current affairs in front of Wang Bi'an, but he never just said the reports of a certain media, but the reports of many media from different angles, will be taken out and exposed.

It is important for children to have their own eyes.

Wang Lu and Chen Wei once warned Wang Bi'an that they should be careful when they see a living person, in case they encounter them alone, they must run away, and if they can't escape, they will hide.

However, Wang Lu and Chen Wei didn't tell Wang Bi'an to be careful about what to do - it was really unspeakable to tell a 12-year-old child that the living would feed your meat to zombies.

But the clever Wang Bi'an knew from the words and half-words that his parents were usually excited about for a while and inadvertently revealed, Dad, almost died at the hands of the living.

Not only his father, but also Sister Xie Ling was forced to jump into the river by living people.

Therefore, living people are more terrible than zombies.

Now, in that smoking woods, there are living people.

Wang Bi'an lay motionless in the melon field for a long time before he cautiously raised his head—in the direction of the grove, there was no trace of the actions of other living people.

Only then did he half-squat up, took off the crossbow on his back with his backhand, held the crossbow in his hand, and saw the sharp tip of the arrow, Wang Bian breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, as soon as Wang Bi'an turned around, he ran towards the river.

Mom and Dad have repeatedly said that you must stay away from the living.

The melon field is full of watermelons, and Wang Bi'an can't run fast with one shallow foot.

Fortunately, it is not far from the river, as long as you run to the beach and get on the boat, you will be safe.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "He's M, why is there a child here!?" ”

Wang Bi'an was so frightened that he almost fell into the melon field with a weak leg, he paused his leg sharply and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

An uncle is standing on the ridge of the melon field on the left.

Although his heart was beating loudly and his palms were sweating, Wang Bi'an still saw at a glance that the tall and thin uncle was holding a long knife in his right hand and a duck in his left hand.

The duck's neck was twisted off, and its head was hanging down by its wings.

Wang Bian couldn't recognize whether the duck with his neck twisted was the duck he was chasing along the river.

He was full of thoughts, whether his neck would be like this duck,

Twisted off!

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