63o The way home

Jiang Zhihan saw a simple gas station on the side of the road, so he turned the car in. There was only one gas outlet here, and he couldn't pay automatically with a credit card. He turned off the engine, closed the car door, touched the bag in his pocket, and pushed the door to walk into the convenience store next to the gas station.

The door was pushed and a crisp sound was to remind the owner that someone had come in.

Jiang Zhihan didn't say anything, and reached out to hand over the credit card.

The owner of the shop is a 40-year-old white man with a beard.

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Zhihan quickly, "Come on?"

Jiang Zhihan nodded.

He said, "Go, come back and get the receipt when you're done."

Jiang Zhihan nodded, turned around and went out of the door. He connected the gas pipe to the interface on the side of the car. He sat on the back box and waited for the gas to be over.

At first glance, there was a large field. The sky in Wisconsin seemed to be bluer than that in California. White clouds floated over his head, thick like cotton wool. In the mountains eighty miles northwest of this town, Jiang Zhihan slept on his tent for a whole week. He was awakened by birds every morning, practiced the fists and feet taught by his master in the forest of a century-old tree, then carried his bags, brought dry food and water, as well as communication equipment and compass, picked up a mountain road that he had never walked before, and walked into the mountain. Where there were few people, life in nature flourished: streams in the mountains, rushing waterfalls, small flowers in the cracks of rocks, and occasional deer and coyotes. He stopped from time to time, took out the camera in his backpack, composed the picture carefully, and tried to keep some beautiful moments.

Wisconsin is the tenth stop of Jiang Zhihan's driving trip from California to the east, then south, turning north, crossing half of the US Big 6. This is also the fourth month when he was alone on the road.

He looked up at the sky and the sun was a little hot, it was midsummer noon.

After covering the lid of the gas port, Jiang Zhihan walked back to the shop, took out a few food items, and took out his credit card to pay the bill.

The bearded man handed him the plastic bag and asked, "Do you know the way?" It seems that this is a traveler from a distant village.

Jiang Zhihan took out a wrinkled stacked map from his pocket and raised it.

The bearded man smiled and kindly introduced, "From here to the southeast, one hundred and eighty English Niuwen, no advertisement-free novels dedicated to ho1e. Once you get on Highway 22, you won't have to worry about not finding the direction."

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "Thank you." He said. Maybe because he didn't speak very much for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

When I left the door, I drove the car and the cold river ran across the town. Soon I saw another field in front of me. Wherever I saw, there were occasionally one or two houses, and there was a white spire in the distance, which was an ubiquitous church.

He drove through a large field, as if he could never see the end. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and stopped the car by the side of the road. Not far away, a horse came over in the fence and sniffed loudly through the fence. He looked handsome and soft. Jiang Zhihan waved at him, and he shook the mane on his neck and screamed, as if it was a friendly response.

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help laughing. He walked to the car and sat on the front cover. While looking at the horse, he took out his cell phone that he hadn't used for a long time from his pocket.

Turn on the phone... Two light beeps, slowly, grids showing signal strength crawled out one by one. He pressed the button a few times and now the voice mailbox was filled. During the four months on the road, except for calling home to report safety the next week, Jiang Zhihan almost broke off all contact with the outside. The phone had not been turned on for a long time.

He took his phone to his ears and listened slowly to the messages one by one.

One of them is Che Wenyun, "Zhi Han, the contract has been signed for CRMH through Capita1vp investment, and the funds will be in place next week. We invested 750,000 US dollars, accounting for 5.8% of the shares, which is diluted and protected. Well, that's it. Call me back if you have something to do. Be careful and drink less."
Chapter completed!