After touching the two pockets several times, Zhang Jiaze finally understood a fact: the bank card he only had 5,000 yuan was lost somehow.

When he understood this fact, he fell into a state of great anxiety and sadness.

The fat woman's face changed.

And it became more ugly than before, gradually, the woman was already angry, she picked up a calculator next to her, and scolded Zhang Jiaze loudly:

"Get out of here—"

The last word "roll" is really like thunder, the sound is shaking the world, this word "roll" has just come out, and it has attracted the attention of many people.

Zhang Jiaze couldn't stand this kind of ridicule anymore, and in the ridicule and ridicule of everyone, he fled. The fat woman was left and scolded "bad luck".

Oh my God, not only did I lose the manuscript, but I don't even know when I lost my bank card. I touched my whole body, and only one ID card remained. If he didn't have this ID card, he would probably have been sent to the aid station.

Zhang Jiaze tried hard to remember when he lost the card, but his mood has been in a depression and helplessness recently, and he didn't take a small card to heart at all. Maybe it was lost on the street on a sleepy night? Well, who knows?

Zhang Jiaze really wanted to install a camera on his head, so that his manuscripts and bank cards would not be lost, and he would know who took them or lost them where.

Why is it so unlucky? I wasn't a person who littered things before, what's the matter, one after another, my most important manuscript is gone, and now, I don't even have a bank card for dinner.

At that moment, Zhang Jiaze really wanted to die headlong. He stood in front of a wall, tried to hit the wall, and felt extremely painful, it seemed that he really wanted to hit his head to death, and he didn't have the courage to do so.

When it comes time to live, dignity will be left behind.

On this day, Zhang Jiaze hadn't eaten for two days. The blows for days made him forget his dreams and pursuits.

The family is gone, the wife is gone, the children are gone, what do you have to dream about? Besides, dreams can't fill your belly.

In his hungry wanderings, he came to a wilderness on the outskirts of the city. He was tired and hungry, and he was already hungry and thirsty. His eyes searched around him for anything he could put in his mouth, but, sadly, no, he found nothing. At the moment, except for an asphalt road, there are trees, weeds, and stones on both sides of the road, and all of these things are not edible.

By this time, it was already dark.

He walked along a path towards the front, and faintly, there seemed to be a bright light ahead. Zhang Jiaze followed the light and stumbled all the way, and several times, he slipped under his feet and almost fell.

Before I could reach the light, I smelled a strong aroma of wine.

Strange, how can there be wine in this seemingly deserted place?

He twitched his nose again and again, looking around. You can't drink sake without a full drink, but at least you can drink it, unlike rocks, mud, and trees.

Zhang Jiaze came to the light, and after a long time, he realized that he had come to a cemetery!

This light is the candlelight of the people who pay tribute to the dead!

And the smell of alcohol that I smelled earlier was poured around the cemetery for sacrifice!

The mountain wind is howling, the candlelight is swaying, and the cemetery is gloomy.

At this moment, Zhang Jiaze couldn't care so much anymore, and by the light of the candle, he suddenly found that in the open space in front of the cemetery, there was a bamboo basket, which contained big apples, cakes, and even a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes!

Zhang Jiaze couldn't take care of it anymore if he got a treasure, he took an apple, didn't even wipe it, opened his big mouth and bit it.

When he was about to starve to death, he came to such a place by mistake and let him have a full meal.

After eating five big apples and some pastries in a row, Zhang Jiaze felt some strength. He took out his cigarette, lit one by the candle flame, and took a puff, which tasted so good.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Jiaze turned over, knelt down in front of the cemetery, solemnly kowtowed to the owner of the tomb three times, and muttered to himself:

"Zhang Mou is desperate today, I eat your tribute, I'm really sorry, if he has a prosperous day, Zhang Mou will definitely come to worship!"

After speaking, Zhang Jiaze turned around and walked forward, along the way, those cemeteries were like ghosts, lurking in the depths of the dark night, Zhang Jiaze, who had eaten and drunk enough, realized some fear, and hurriedly stumbled forward.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry in my ears.