In the afternoon of the next day, Zhang Youzhi and Li Douyu got on the urban and rural bus, and the suitcase was placed under the car, but there were still three or four large packages that Zhang Youzhi was holding around.

They are all going to buy some clothes for Li Douyu's father and Li Douyu's grandmother, and some messy things.

Li Douyu didn't even forget to buy a can of dog food in the city for his big black dog, and he didn't know that the black dog's habit of smashing and eating it.

The mountain roads in Longnan were very rugged, and Zhang Youzhi watched with fear as the driver smoked a cigarette in one hand and spun around on the steering wheel in a chic manner with the other. The jammed bus made nimbly turns on the rugged mountain road, and sometimes Zhang felt that the wheels were less than a meter from the cliff beside the road.

Zhang Youzhi is not afraid of death, but he is not ready to send it in advance here.

Li Douyu's motion sickness was committed again, he slept groggily in the car with his pillow, and lay on Zhang Youzhi's body in a daze when he was tired.

"Come, eat an orange and stimulate your brain." Zhang Youzhi handed over the orange petal that had been peeled off to leave a thin layer of skin.

Li Douyu opened his mouth in a daze.

Just fed, slept, thought, and read all the way.

The town of Kuba has arrived.

Zhang Youzhi and Li Douyu got out of the car with big bags, and both of them were full of things, like two big mobile hooks.

Kuba Town is still more than ten kilometers away from Maziping Society.

Li Douyu fought hard and reluctantly found a fellow who was on the way to carry the two of them in a van.

The subversion of the van was even greater, and Li Douyu spit out all the oranges that Zhang Youzhi fed uncomfortably, and then raised his head and looked at Zhang Youzhi with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Youzhi gently patted her back and wiped her mouth with warm water.

By the time we got down the hill, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

The door sign of the Maziping Society can be seen in the distance, Zhang Youzhi picked up Li Douyu and put it on the stone next to him to wake up the car, and hung the big bags and small bags of things on his body in turn.

Zhang Youzhi's forehead was covered with sweat. The analgesic apparently had a temporary effect on his stamina, but it didn't last.

Occasionally, a crimson wave flew over the turquoise mountains, which were swept away in all directions by the remnants of the evening heatwave.

Zhang Youzhi seemed to smell the strong smell of peppercorns.

On the hillside not far from one of the red pepper forests, there are three lonely houses on it, all of which are Li Douyu's family, which is the only one on the huge hill.

Zhang Youzhi pointed to the house and mustered up the courage to shout at the infinite barrier.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

…

Uncle is still threshing peppercorns, and he won't be able to come back until the evening. Li Douyu, who was already full, settled Zhang Youzhi on his former boudoir, picked up a sun hat and went to the mountain to call his father.

It seems that he is left alone in the family.

Zhang Youzhi pinched the four analgesics in the plastic film and was silent.

Li Douyu's hometown has a strong sense of separation between urban and rural conflicts.

The kitchen is white-tiled, has a microwave and a full gas stove. There was a large amount of firewood piled up in one corner of the kitchen, and there was an earthen stove next to it, and the hot ash in the earthen stove was still stubbornly glittering.

Obviously, compared to the gas stove, the big iron pot earth stove is the real favored tool of this home.

The other two rooms were similar, the walls of the main room were covered with tiles, but the floor was black concrete, and when you looked up, you could see the lamps and fans hanging from the wooden beams.

It's not the first time Zhang Youzhi has been here, but he always has a sense of novelty.

Just as Zhang Youzhi was about to return to the inner room, he suddenly met an old lady who walked without a sound.

It's Li Douyu's grandmother.

"Grandma." Zhang Youzhi said in a panic.

Li Douyu is not there, and there is a lack of a translator, it is difficult for Zhang Youzhi to communicate effectively with this old lady, and the older generation of Longnan dialect is urgent and fast.

"Have you eaten it?"

I can understand this sentence.

"I just came in the afternoon, and I ate and ate." Zhang Youzhi nodded.

Only then did the old lady look up at this out-of-town grandson-in-law.

Zhang Youzhi froze in place, accepting the old lady's scrutiny. He straightened unconsciously.

"Ambition, isn't your body not good?" The old lady approached with some confusion and squeezed Zhang Youzhi's hand.

Zhang Youzhi's skin was already slightly swollen, which made him look a little fatter than a few days ago, but he could barely see it if he didn't look closely.

"You're all swollen, what's the matter?" The old lady's cloudy gaze forced her gaze at the flustered Zhang Youzhi.

People who starve to death quickly are swollen, and the last time she saw people swollen was during the famine decades ago.

"Grandma, I've been eating fat and healthy these days." Zhang Youzhi said, and jumped twice from the spot, punched a few more times, and deliberately fiddled for a long time.

"Look at it, it's fat." In a hurry, Zhang Youzhi even forced out his own family's vernacular.

The old lady obviously didn't believe it, and she asked Zhang Youzhi to show his arm.

Zhang Youzhi took a deep breath and tightened his arm with all his might. The originally puffy skin was lifted up by the only muscles, and it looked much more normal.

The old withered hand pinched his arm, and Zhang Youzhi felt that a piece of plastic paper was being pulled from his body.

Finally, the old lady exhaled softly.

"Eat well in the future, and tell a family if you have something."

Zhang Youzhi nodded frequently.

After seeing the old lady walk into the yard, Zhang Youzhi, who was out of strength, went limp, and barely found a chair to slump on it.

Seeing that the old lady was still looking at herself, she took the initiative to correct her sitting posture again.

The old lady didn't speak, but walked out slowly.

Zhang Youzhi really has no strength, under the analgesic effect of morphine, the pain is blocked, but it doesn't mean that he can jump like a normal person, Zhang Youzhi feels that every breath he takes is laborious.

According to the calculation of the most doctor's two-month theory, Zhang Youzhi can live for another month.

But Zhang Youzhi feels that he can't survive this July.

Before the extreme deterioration of the body, take the last four analgesics, give Li Douyu back to the uncle, and go over the layers of mountains to a farther place.