Xiao Fan lifted a handbag, which was the kind of handbag for hiking, made of canvas fabric and beige in appearance.

He packed the bag with a change of clothes, a toothbrush, a razor and other amenities.

Also brought a flashlight.

Today he wore a casual black jacket with a hood, a blue shirt underneath, light blue jeans underneath, and a pair of black Martin boots on his feet.

Well, that should be fine.

He has never been far away, and the last time he went out of the province should have been two years ago, and it has been more than two years.

But this time the state of mind was diametrically opposite to the last time, and Xiao Fan didn't know what kind of state of mind it was, so he told himself in his heart that everything should be seen calmly, no matter what happened next.

Before leaving the door, he picked up his black sunglasses that had been put on for a long time and put on a peaked cap.

Destination: Zhoujia Village.

Xiao Fan checked the location on the mobile phone navigation in advance, and learned that Zhoujia Village was in this province, and he had not yet left the province, in a small town in a small county located in the upper southern corner of the province.

Xiao Fan first took a bullet train to XX City, and then waited for about half an hour before getting on a bus that was about to start.

"Can I go directly to Zhoujia Village?" Xiao Fan asked the flight attendant, the flight attendant was a middle-aged woman, staring at Xiao Fan with a pair of worldly eyes, counting the money in her hand, and then replied: "No, only to the town." ”

The flight attendant looks like the proprietress at first glance, and the driver should be her man.

"How far is the town from Zhoujia Village? Take the liberty of asking. ”

"It's about a few kilometers, you can take a numb ride."

"Thank you." Xiao Fan then walked towards the back of the car.

The car started with a rumble, and it didn't take long for it to hit the road.

Xiao Fan put on his headphones and listened to the song, and the scenery outside the car window fell backwards one by one.

Poplars, fields, fish ponds, cows and sheep grazing grass, and the figure of a tiny farmer.

Today the sky was clear, there were clouds in the sky, and there was wind, the wind occasionally blew across the surface of the pool, and the grass and wheat swayed slightly.

The car was very quiet, with only sporadic voices of people talking.

Most were asleep.

Suddenly, a head popped out of the front seat and looked back at Xiao Fan.

It turned out to be a little boy, and the little boy had a pair of big black eyes and stared at Xiao Fan's face strangely.

Xiao Fan was a little embarrassed by the little boy, is there something on my face? Xiao Fan took off his sunglasses, looked at the little boy, and asked kindly, "Little brother, how old are you?" ”

The little boy didn't bother, but quickly turned away.

Xiao Fan also felt inexplicable.

What is this?

After half an hour of driving, the road began to get a little bumpy, and it has to be said that the infrastructure in the backcountry was not in place.

But the deeper you go, the more barren you see, and the fields are less cultivated, and most of them are half-man-tall wild grasses and wild flowers.

The eyes are full of sadness.

Xiao Fan temporarily suspected that he had stepped into Borges's "Garden with Diverging Paths".

The bus traveled for about twenty minutes before finally stopping at a sparsely populated town, whose architecture was a bit of a half-ancient and half-modern style. Some houses also have a pair of ceratosaurs on them.

There is a river, and through the gap between the houses you can see a small stone arch bridge.

The car stopped on the side of the road and turned off.

The middle-aged woman flight attendant shouted: "Zhoujiakou Village has arrived!" Zhoujiakou Village has arrived! Wake up to get out of the car! Bring your own luggage! ”

At this time, the passengers who were about to get off the train gradually woke up from their slumber and slowly moved forward.

Xiao Fan was in the seat at the back of the car, and at this time he also picked up his bag and waited in line to get off the bus.

It was not early, the sun was sinking in the west, and the light was gradually dimming.

Xiao Fan looked at his watch, and the hands pointed to 5:50.

"Hey, young man, Zhoujia Village is in that direction." The proprietress pointed in the direction of the front of the car, where you could see a junction in the distance, and I don't know where it leads. "There's numbness and motorcycles around the corner."

Xiao Fan smiled and thanked him.

The proprietress nodded, then shouted competently.

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