At this time, the birds returned to the forest, and it was getting dark, and we were ready to return.

The girl's uncle asked us to have dinner, but we quickly shook our heads and refused, and when we first arrived at their house, we ate vermicelli and lunch on the way here. In the end, I couldn't resist the enthusiasm and had dinner at their house. We were filled with vermicelli and wanted to eat something simpler, but we still served a full table.

When we left, it was already eight o'clock, and it was completely dark, Zhang Chengshan specially instructed: "If something happens at night, you must contact us in time." ”

The girl's uncle and two other middle-aged men escorted us out of the village entrance when the street lights in the village came on one after another. It may be that the village is too small, the public lighting is not much, the street lights are very weak and the number is not much, and each street lamp is far apart.

At this point in time, many houses in the village have turned off their lights, probably because the village has not been peaceful recently. The whole village felt like a recuperation in comparison to the daytime, except for the distant sound of gongs and drums, accompanied by the sound of frogs and insects in the distance.

We drove out of the village, the bamboo forests on both sides swayed in the cool breeze of the night, the silver hook-like moon hung in the sky, and the hazy moonlight spread the ground like a light veil through the cracks in the bamboo forest.

The headlights appear brighter against the moonlight. The midsummer night breeze is a beautiful thing in the world, and we all rolled down the windows and rode the evening breeze.

Probably because the temperature difference between day and night in this place is too large, and there is a light fog in all directions, the apprentice driving is extremely careful this time, driving slowly, step by step, always keeping an eye on the ground, to prevent the "bone worm" from rolling again, and puncturing the tires.

After a short time, we drove out of the bamboo forest path, and the road ahead was full of twists and turns, with various trees on both sides standing jaggedly, and the sound of insects was endless.

After about 20 minutes of driving, the fog was getting heavier and heavier, and we thought that we could enter the main road in 10 minutes at this speed, but we were still on the road with many twists and turns, and we did not even see the long bridge when we entered the village. I couldn't help but be a little anxious, and when I looked at Zhang Chengshan again, maybe he was too tired during the day, so he leaned back in his chair and closed the door to rest at the moment.

In order not to disturb Zhang Chengshan, I asked the apprentice who was driving softly: "Are you lost?" ”

The apprentice who drove the car also whispered: "I don't get lost, although the road here is very winding, but there is only one one, and the forks in those branches are all small field stalks, and they can't be opened." ”

Another apprentice, sitting in the passenger seat, also added: "I also looked at the road, and I didn't go wrong this way, maybe I was driving slowly." ”

I saw that they weren't using navigation, so I asked, "Why don't you use navigation?" ”

The apprentice who drove the car said: "The signal here is too weak and the navigation cannot keep up with the speed, but fortunately it is useless." ”

I sighed and sat back in my seat, muttering to myself, "You won't meet a ghost hitting the wall, will you?" ”

The ghost hit the wall is to go around and around on a road, walking back and forth, but I didn't find myself walking back to the original way.

Strange to say, I was worried, we went around the woods, and a long bridge suddenly appeared in front of the car, which was the same long bridge when we came, and I felt much more comfortable.

At this time, the moonlight was blurred, and the fog became more intense, filling the entire bridge. We slowly drove onto the bridge, and the bridge deck was only more than 10 meters long, and we couldn't see the road ahead at all. I couldn't help but look under the bridge, and I couldn't see the river under the bridge at all, only the thick fog that surrounded it, and the bridge seemed to be on the clouds. The sound of frogs and insects gradually weakened, and there was a unique car and a bridge, placed above the clouds and mist, like a fairyland in a different world.

We turned on the high beams and fog lights, and the bright light penetrated the layers of fog, and the visibility was only about 20 meters.

We held our breath, silently and stared straight ahead. On the quiet bridge deck, there is only the low roar of the engine and the subtle sound of Zhang Chengshan's sleep.

All the while, I was a little sleepy during the day and energetic at night, typical of night owl attributes. When I was young, because I couldn't get the sun, I often slept during the day and moved at night, which was reversed from normal people's time. My father was tormented by this. Later, after gradually growing up and studying, he forcibly reversed it. But as soon as the night fell, the state of full blood resurrection never changed.

I feel a little different tonight, since I got on the bridge, I have not only been resurrected with full blood, but also feel full of energy and energy, and my whole body is full of strength.

The two apprentices were also a little tired, and although they were looking at the road intently, they still yawned and rubbed their eyes from time to time to relieve their fatigue. I said I'd drive, and the apprentice insisted that it was fine.

We finally got off the bridge, still shrouded in fog underneath it, and we drove back along the curvy road, the trees on either side rustling in the wind, and leaves falling from the fog to the car windows.

I was worried that I didn't know the road, and the driver's apprentice reassured me that I couldn't go in the wrong direction.

Due to the heavy fog, we drove very slowly, and after driving for more than ten minutes, we suddenly found that a bridge appeared faintly in the fog.

I patted the apprentice driver on the shoulder and asked softly, "Is it wrong, I don't remember that there was a second bridge." ”

The apprentice driver was also a little stunned. As the bridge gradually appeared in the mist, we were terrified, and our eyes widened and we were dumbfounded, and the two apprentices were instantly relieved of their fatigue.

The bridge turned out to be exactly the same as the long bridge out of the village, with a cement deck in disrepair, a long and dark steel pipe guardrail, a cloud-filled bridge and a river, and the fading sound of insects.

We're back at the long bridge at the entrance of the village?

Everyone was puzzled. The apprentice who was driving frowned and said tremblingly, "I didn't drive back." ”