So many people lost their lives in the accident, and so many people were crying and screaming. Zhang Hengu just let the policeman of the train get off the train at the upper station. Zhang Hengu's luck was really good.
Being chased is definitely bad luck, but if the killer misses every time, it's definitely good luck.
You don't believe in fate, and I don't believe in fate. No one can believe in fate, but Zhang Hengu will definitely believe in fate, otherwise he would have died long ago.
At this time, Zhang Hengu didn’t know that dozens more lives had gone to heaven or hell because of him. With infinite fear, Zhang Hengu crawled across the border and returned to his hometown of Dai.
help.
When Zhang Hengu Lin went out, he was still thinking confidently that during this trip to mainland China, he would have to earn at least 30,000 to 20,000 yuan before coming back, otherwise he would not have the face to confess to Zhang Momo. You know, his wife is like a fairy.
Zhang Hengu was worried about keeping it at home. But in order to let his wife live a richer life, dress more decently, and eat healthier, he still reluctantly left his hometown and wandered outside.
.After leaving his hometown for more than half a year, he came back and he was still as penniless as when he left. How could he be embarrassed to see his wife? Besides, even if Zhang Momo had no objections, when he met the villagers and asked how much he earned
It would be quite shameless to get the money back.
If you don’t have face, then you have no face. Zhang Hengu also figured it out on the road. No matter how much face you have, it’s better than no life.
The road in the village was wet, and it only opened on sunny days after it had rained. Walking on the stone road, it made a nice cha-cha sound. Zhang Hengu thought, if his wife put on a pair of high-heeled shoes and stepped on the road at this time, what would happen if she stepped on the road like this?
Twist your butt, it must be so beautiful.
It was in the evening, and the village was very quiet, and the quiet smoke made the mountain village even quieter.
A few playful children were still playing in the street, singing nursery rhymes while playing:
Dong dong is strong, dong dong is strong, beat the big drum and wear red clothes.
Live and die together, forget Nanxiang, three million, one more pair.
Dongdongqiang,dongdongqiang...
Zhang Hengu didn't know what this nursery rhyme meant, and he wasn't in the mood to know so many irrelevant things. He was anxious to go home and saw his beloved wife Zhang Momo.
The mountains in the distance blocked the moon. As Zhang Hengu got closer and closer to his home, the moon gradually emerged from the mountains to the east, blinking at Zhang Hengu, as if to tell Zhang Hengu.
It was like Hengu had some secret. Zhang Hengu stopped, raised his head and glanced at the moon, feeling a little panicked in his heart, as if something was waiting for him.
Poor Zhang Hengu, it seemed like someone was sighing in the dark. Zhang Hengu turned his earphones to listen, but only the mountain breeze ran past him lightly and there was no human voice at all.
Zhang Hengu's home is on the edge of the village, a small wooden house surrounded by a bunch of fences, surrounded by flowing water on all sides, just like a fairyland in a painting.
Zhang Hengu walked across the small bridge in front of the door and suddenly felt something strange. The scene seemed familiar and yet distant. It was as if something had disappeared in his memory.
He walked quickly across the small bridge and gently pushed the ajar door.
The door was not closed and opened smoothly.
"Momo!" Zhang Hengu shouted loudly, expecting a familiar figure to appear in front of the door.
Zhang Hen stood in front of the gate, and all he could see were dark private buildings. The two rooms that were supposed to be brightly lit were quiet, just like the mountains outside, dark and without any human sounds.
What's going on?
Zhang Hen Gu Xinzhong secretly screamed something bad, crossed the yard in two or three steps, and pushed open the door of the house.
The smell of being uninhabited for a long time came to my face.
Zhang Hengu touched the light switch twice. The snow-white light spread in the room, making Zhang Hengu's eyes uncomfortable. He covered his eyes with his hands and squinted at this home that should be very familiar to him.
. He found a dust in the house, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time. Could it be that Zhang Momo had gone out? Zhang Hengu called Mo Mo several times in succession, and the only answer he seemed to receive was the howling of the wind in the mountains outside.
My wife is missing!
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