Nandu City—

The land where Long Zhuge Kongming, a man of all ages, was cultivated by the land of ploughing, and was rich in nature and brilliant in the land.

Now that New Year's Eve is approaching, the weather in Nandu is extremely cold and there are heavy snow on the sky.

The ancient green train tumbling and drove into the simple train station from afar. The steam train ejected white air and filled the surroundings. The snowflakes flying in the wind made the world misty.

The wanderers who came back from afar were wearing thick cotton jackets, duck down jackets, and luggage - carrying fish skin bags, tied chickens, ducks and fish. Some even carried shoulder poles, which were stuffed with various daily necessities, towels, tea tanks, and small iron pots... They squeezed down from the train in bulk and heavy manner, speaking local dialect: "What are you doing? Don't squeeze, you'll get pregnant even if you squeeze! You turtle grandson, you'll die if you don't squeeze! Squeeze - squeeze your god!"

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"Everyone is in a hurry to go home for the New Year, but there must be order, five talks and four beauties, and know how to queue up!" The conductor responsible for evacuating passengers, wearing a blue railway uniform, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, shouted loudly at the passengers who were swarming out.

It was in such a chaotic atmosphere that Song Zhichao got off the train, then looked at the hazy steam outside and the snowflakes flying in the wind. Only then did Song Zhichao realize that he had done something stupid - he forgot to wear winter clothes.

That’s right, Song Zhichao came back from the south, and the climate in Panyu is quite warm, especially in the middle of winter, a thin sweater can be used to spend the winter, but this is Nandu.

When he was in the car, because there were too many people, Song Zhichao was taking a sleeper. He originally wanted to take a flight, but unfortunately, due to the climate and the flight was delayed, Song Zhichao had to take the train back.

A gust of wind blew.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but hit a chill, tightening his gray-blue denim jacket.

Next to him, an uncle carrying a shoulder pole saw him and smiled: "Young man, he has great physical fitness. He wears so little in such a cold day!" After saying that, he bared his big yellow teeth and carried the shoulder pole and left.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Walking out of the station, there were all kinds of transportation, motorcycles, tricycles, and vans outside.

These people were all soliciting customers, and shouted loudly at the passengers who seemed to be inconvenient to walk and were very bulky: "Comrade, where are you going? I'll give you a ride! Comrade, take my tricycle to block the snow and shelter it, it's so exciting!"

A woman holding a child, carrying her luggage, and wearing a floral red coat got on the tricycle. The child cried and looked cold.

The master asked the woman to give money first.

The woman put the child on her legs, untied the thick cotton jacket layer after layer, took out the money wrapped in a handkerchief, and gave the master a 50 cent.

In this era, 50 cents are already a lot, and it is more than enough to ride a tricycle.

The tricycle master bullied the other person as a woman and held the child, saying that the money was too little and he couldn't drive. He had to wait for someone to ride the ride and bring a few more people himself.

At this time, the wind and snow were heavy, and the child was crying loudly. The woman begged the master not to wait and drive it quickly. The child can be warmer when he gets home.

The master said that it is not easy for me. There is also a family in the family waiting to start a pot and have a meal. Otherwise, if you increase the money, I will start it.

In the Nandu area, it is already a luxury to take out 50 cents to ride a tricycle. Women are reluctant to spend money, so of course they don’t give it to them.

The two started arguing about this.

The child was very young, ignorant, and was cold again, and cried even louder at this moment.

At this time, a voice said, "Are you going to the Zaolin? It's just right on the way."

Tricycle Master: “…”

A woman holding a child: "…"

Song Zhichao got into the car and ordered: "Drive!"

...

Nandu City, Zaolin District—

When she arrived at the place, the woman got out of the car early with her child in her arms. Her husband was waiting anxiously for her in the heavy snow at the intersection.

Seeing her get off the car, she hurried forward, asked about her well-being, and hugged her children again. The family of three left happily in the wind and snow.

With his memory, Song Zhichao asked his master to continue driving to his home.

Who knew that the tricycle was an old product, so I couldn't start the parking lot. I let the driver grit his teeth and pedal, but I couldn't catch the fire.

In the end, there was no way, and the master asked Song Zhichao to come down to help push. With the help of the old three-way car, it rang out happily and started to fire again.

At this time, Song Zhichao was already so cold that he was not as good as he was. He was originally in a strong state, but he had a problem, he was afraid of coldness and heat. When he was in Russia, he hated the cold weather there. This is also the reason why Song Zhichao likes Pan Yu and Hong Kong, and the climate is so comfortable.

When he got into the car, the tricycle master saw that he was trembling with cold, so he threw the blanket for warming his butt to him and said, "At a glance, you know that you are a civilized person, you are clean and clean - don't bother me, just wrap it up!"

It was all over, and his whole body was shaking from the cold and sneezing one after another. Song Zhichao didn't think it was dirty. Even though he had a vicious habit, he didn't care much at this moment. He wrapped his blanket, hugged in the car, and said, "Why are those stores not open?" It means that if there are open doors, you can buy a piece of clothing.

"This New Year's Eve, no shop can open the door. It's all going home for the New Year - Besides, it's so snowy!" said the tricycle master, driving.

At this time, the sky was already dimming.

Song Zhichao looked at his watch and it was already 7:40.

...

When the tricycle almost loaded Song Zhichao to their village, it was already completely dark.

The snowy village is like yurts in the heavy snow. Song Zhichao got off the tricycle and looked over from a distance, not knowing what it felt.

Everyone says that they are timid in the heart of the countryside.

But Song Zhichao's feelings were not like this.

Because he is the real Song Zhichao, he doesn't have much feelings about this village, or even the people in this village.

I originally thought I would calmly deal with the current situation, but soon, Song Zhichao realized that his thoughts were wrong.

Walking in the village, seeing the ancient dry well, Song Zhichao's mind showed that when he was a child, he was playing with his friends here, and he almost fell into it and drowned. Fortunately, he was rescued by someone named San Aunt.

Walking through the large stone tablet that looked like a turtle-like turtle, Song Zhichao's mind was filled with interesting stories about playing on it in summer and riding turtles to fight with children.

As he got closer, the more things appeared in Song Zhichao's mind.

This is not his childhood, but his childhood.

Just as Song Zhichao fell into a strange state, a big black dog began to yell at him.

"Wool wool! Wool wool!"

Song Zhichao was startled and thought it was a vicious dog, but he didn't expect that something was wrong.

The big black dog was not barking fiercely, but a cheerful and kind cry - even shaking his head and tail at him.

Is it an acquaintance? Oh no, a mature dog?

Just when Song Zhichao was confused, a crisp voice said: "Xiao Hei, what do you mean? Why did you suddenly run out without eating?"
Chapter completed!