The sun is slowly crawling to the west, red gradually occupies the sovereignty of the sky, the purple night is about to fall, overlooking the dusk of the town, like a golden moon falling in the Tianhe, kissing the countryside of Daoxiang Village, from the village with smoke curling, from time to time there are a few dogs barking and rooster crowing.

A young man sat on a stone bench in a dilapidated courtyard, his arms propped up on the table, his hands on his cheeks, his eyes seemed to be looking at the clouds in the sky that were slowly turning red, and as if he was looking at the curling smoke, but the young man seemed to be deaf to the rooster crow, and he did not listen or envy it.

The boy looked at the position of the sun, raised his hands and patted his face, he had to prepare tonight's meal, because even if the family couldn't open the pot, there were people, especially people who had been in contact, even if it would hurt the muscles and bones, the boy would still make tonight's dishes look a little more sumptuous than usual, not to mention that the situation tonight was even more different, and the boy didn't know if he could see that young friend in the future, maybe tonight would be the last meal together. Although the boy has lived in this remote Daoxiang Village for a long time, because of his work as a messenger, he often walks through the streets and alleys in the town, and naturally hears some things that cannot be heard in the small Daoxiang Lane, such as what: which family has dropped something today, which child is in the city by who and who appreciates it is going to soar, naturally there are more such complicated and trivial matters, but two days ago Zhou Qingfeng heard a major event that had nothing to do with the original.

It happened that the weather was sunny and the sun was warm, and even Zhou Qingfeng's mood was like a cloudless sunny day. Zhou Qingfeng, who got up early, finished practicing his daily straight punch, and went to the post station in the town to get the letter he was going to deliver today.

The town is not big, it is not small, it is not small, and there are nearly 1,000 households, so Zhou Qingfeng said that he was tired every time he sent letters to and from the town, and it was okay to say that he was not tired, of course, if he encountered any rainy and cold snow, he was really uncomfortable, even if Zhou Qingfeng had his own woven clothes, he still couldn't stop the rain and snow.

Especially in the rightmost area of the town, every time Zhou Qingfeng delivered a letter, he would inevitably be looked at by those old servants with the eyes of the people in the crack of the door, and that look was like looking at the mud in the flat ground, which was too responsive. Even more excessively, those so-called ladies, once even directly and vaguely said that they asked the old servant to search Zhou Qingfeng's body, fearing that Zhou Qingfeng would steal a grain of rice from her mansion. Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng met the old village chief that time, and the lady and the old servant did not search Zhou Qingfeng because the old village chief was beside him, but that scene was really disgusting. So much so that every time Zhou Qingfeng went to the west side of the town to deliver a letter in the future, he didn't step into those "mansions" for half a step, but only shouted outside the door.

After all, it was so profound, and the scene imprinted in the heart of Zhou Qingfeng, who was still young at the time, was really hard to forget. What's more, Zhou Qingfeng is still a child who has no father, no mother, and no one hurts, even if he is bullied, he can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and silently go back to lie on the bed and think about the days when his father and mother and the old village chief are still there. After all, there are not so many "favors" in Fulai Town now.

In this small town, a barnyard in the rice field like Zhou Qingfeng, which is like a bumper harvest, makes people want to take a second look after one look.