smell you

Having been a modern person for more than [-] years, he has forgotten that the people do not fight against the government, and the poor do not fight against the rich.

He hasn't learned his lesson from the tragic ending in his previous life?

Don't get into those places of right and wrong, and how can he do those outstanding things? !

He spent those few days in a daze, out of his mind, unable to sleep or eat.

When he found out that the police were investigating near his home, his first thought was, no, the hotel incident has been revealed, so run away.

From the photos he posted, it is easy to guess the approximate location of the photographer at that time from the perspective of location.

Judging from this posture, it is estimated that it will be a matter of time before they come to the door.

He immediately contacted his friend in the advertising agency to tell that friend to be careful.

Unexpectedly, the friend said heartlessly: "It's a big deal, I worry about you. There is no such clear water in the world, and there are no cats in the world that don't steal fish. Tianhao International is just making money. If you really want to pursue responsibility, they will There is no good fruit to eat. You can rest assured!!!”

Song Zeyou saw similar defamation infringement lawsuits on the news, and the compensation amount was as high as 10,000+ hundreds of thousands.

He escaped.

I hurriedly packed up my clothes, took my travel bag, left a message to my parents, asked my boss for a few days off, and took an instant trip.

Because the Internet has caused such a big thing, he thought to himself, it's best to hide in a place isolated from the world.

So, without even thinking about it, he went to his grandparents.

Now that I think about it, if the police really want to find out that he did it, and the whole world wants him, they will naturally search all eight generations of his ancestors. Will they not find out that his grandparents live in Lantian Village? !

Even if there is no internet, no water, no electricity.

He can't really hide for a lifetime.

How stupid!

However, since you are here, you have to stay for one night.

Not long after, the water boiled.

The boiling water boiled in a pot has a smell of oil and water.

This large pot of boiling water is just enough to take a bath.

Song Zeyou made a bowl of egg soup, and did not forget to soak the instant noodles first, and put the remaining boiling water into several thermos bottles with an aluminum spoon.

The sound of wind and rain outside seems to be getting more and more violent, and the rain is actually pouring down.

The violent wind blew the sky and the earth, and the broken stones and broken branches smashed against the closed door.

Song Zeyou served instant noodles, looked at the door that was about to open, and worried whether the wooden door bolt would be broken by the continuously superimposed wind force.

He took a long bench close to the gate, resisting the wind, and sat on it to eat instant noodles.

Among the diets of modern people, the most satisfying thing for him is to be able to eat delicacies that have never been seen or heard before.

If he doesn't cook in this life, he will have to work hard to earn money just to enjoy the food.

He works in an enterprise, and his monthly salary is really only enough for him to eat a few good meals.

According to friends, he is a fake white-collar worker.

Obviously holding a low salary, but the appearance is spotless and meticulous, going in and out of high-end restaurants, and spending recklessly.

Song Zeyou ate the instant noodles with chopsticks, taking care not to let the soup drip onto the white T-shirt.

All kinds of chemicals can actually make instant noodles with excellent fragrance and complete taste. He really convinced the modern people.

And knowing that eating too much of this kind of thing is not good for the body, he just likes it.

He raised his head and wanted to drink all the soup, but he heard scratching from the door.

He froze for a moment and stopped moving.

Listen attentively, and feel only the sound of wind and rain.

A moment later he heard the sound of something scratching at the door panel.

What I'm grabbing is this big wooden door, it's just outside, and it's at the bottom of the door! ! !

I can't see my fingers outside the window, and there is a miserable wind and rain.

There was no one else in the village. If grandpa and grandma came back, they would naturally shout and ask who was in the house.

What will it be outside?

wildcat?Dingo?mouse?

According to my grandfather, there used to be wild boars in Lantian Village.

If it was a wild boar, it would not scratch so gently.

The sound of scratching at the door disappeared, followed by the sound of knocking on the door, which was very soft and indistinct.

"Is anyone outside?!" Song Zeyou asked boldly.

It's all right, there is still a statue of Guanyin on the left wall, and a portrait of Chairman Mao on the right wall.

One is safe, and the other is able to shock Xiaoxiao.

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

"Grandpa and grandma are back?!"

Song Zeyou thought about it, took the hoe behind the door in his hand, and kicked the bench away.

As soon as the door latch was opened, the wind and rain rushed in like a large number of thieves, wantonly occupying it.

In an instant, Song Zeyou who was standing by the door was wet all over.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, still not forgetting to put the hoe across his chest, wiped the rainwater off his face, and looked out nervously.

I saw that there were two hands on the threshold, it should be hands, the ten fingers were all muddy, and the original skin color could not be seen clearly, and it looked like a zombie coming out of the end of the world.

By the way, he came all the way to Lantian Village, and there is a large burial area beside the village.

Some of the tombs were old, eroded by wind and rain, and collapsed, exposing dark tombs.

Song Zeyou wiped his face nervously...

Follow these hands, and then look at a large lump of things lying outside the threshold, motionless, letting the wind and rain blow, almost merging with the sky and the earth.

Song Zeyou was courageous, and just about to step forward to see what happened, when a strong wind hit, and it was pitch black in an instant.

The oil lamp on the Eight Immortals table was blown out.

Emma!

Is this the rhythm of making ghost movies? !

Fortunately, there was light in the stove, but he didn't add more firewood, and it would be a matter of time before the stove went out.

Leaning against the wall, he was startled to realize that there were coir raincoats and bamboo hats hanging on the wall behind him, so he quickly took them off and put them on.

Protecting the half hat with one hand, with his waist bent, he stepped forward and touched the person lying on the threshold with a hoe.

"Hi! Are you still alive?"

Song Zeyou suddenly realized that something might have happened to this person.

He didn't care about anything, saving people was the most important thing.

Throw away the hoe and reach out to touch it. The touch from the fingertips is cold, but the skin is elastic.

He wanted to drag the person in, but his hands were extremely heavy, so he had to exert all his strength, and finally he pulled the person in, quickly closed the door, and re-lit the oil lamp.

Looking at the house again, the ground is soaked in water, and all daily necessities are swaying, like a typhoon passing through.

Holding the oil lamp, he turned the person over and looked at the person's face carefully.

A pale, bloodless fat face covered with muddy water of various shades, if it weren't for the slightly undulating chest, one would think that this person had already entered the underworld.

As if feeling the light, the originally closed eyes of the dying man opened slightly, like a lock, opening a door, light, warmth, safety, hope...all the touching things... ...they all came rushing over...

These eyes looked at the light of the oil lamp, and the originally lifeless eyes were dyed with light and hope.

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Time goes back to four days ago.

The night before, when Li Zhexi had a dinner with a few friends, they talked about everything from work, politics, photography, food to the gutter oil incident in a five-star hotel in Xinshi.

At that time, someone asked with a smile: "Li Tianwang, you seem to have a stake in that hotel, don't you really use waste oil?"

Li Zhexi was tall, burly and strong, and he was nicknamed "Iron Tower Li Tianwang".

In fact, his facial features are good, because he has been outdoors for many years, tanned by the sun, has a sharp mouth, a good appetite, good financial situation, a wide heart, and many friends. Wherever there is fresh food, He will be notified immediately.

If he is not fat, he will be fat; if he is not strong, he will be strong.

The five-star hotel is just one of his many investments, what can affect him? !

The only thing that impressed him deeply was that one of his friends, a photographer who was present, mentioned the fish in the mountain lake.

In the past of Nanshan Mountain in Xinshi City, there is an abandoned reservoir. Because of its remote location and long history, not many people know about it.

There are a lot of fish in that reservoir, as thin as pine needles, swimming agilely, and the taste is extremely delicious.

It's just that, to go to the abandoned reservoir, one has to get up at four or five in the morning, drive to the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and then climb and walk for four or five hours.

There is very little time for fishing, so some fishing enthusiasts bring their own dry food, night lights and tents, and invite three or four friends to spend the night directly by the lake for night fishing.

Li Zhexi took a set of outdoor equipment, fishing rod and dry food, sent a text message to his mother, and set off immediately.

A friend once encouraged him, "A small city like Xinshi is a shoal, and you are a dragon. If you run aground here again, your time will be wasted."

"... Flood Dragon? Don't you all call me Fathead Fish?"

Friends lost.

Li Zhexi, the fat-headed fish, has been to Nanshan, but he has never gone so deep into the section where the mountain road has been repaired.

Go up the mountain ridge, pass through the barren trails, bamboo forests, and stone peaks, and look at a vast and vast sky in the distance.

Because it was not the weekend, he was the only one who went so deep into the mountains.

The further inside, the mountain road gradually disappears, and the weeds grow as tall as a human.

Time flies, he has been walking for more than four hours, and the sun is shining brightly at this time, but there is no sign of openness and flatness, and there is no shadow of the abandoned reservoir.

I found a flat rock and sat down, drank some mineral water, ate some beef jerky, thinking about the fresh fish swimming in the lake and mountains, imagining the delicious and smooth taste, Li Zhexi immediately gave up the idea of ​​going back .

He called his friend and asked how to get to the reservoir.

The friend said with certainty, go west, just go up, and you will see it when you go up, and at the end he still doesn't forget to tell him to bring all the fish he catches, and everyone will have a fish feast.

Li Zhe hoped that his heart would be a little more open. After resting, he continued to move forward. Seeing the sun was setting to the west, the small reservoir was still gone.