I talked for a long time in one go. When I stopped, the car seemed very quiet. It was already dark and the scenery outside the window became unfamiliar. I don’t know which county town I passed by. The house was low and simple. Maybe it was to facilitate passing drivers. There were many shops for repairing and washing cars. Every few shops, there was a restaurant.

Luo Ren stopped the car and said, "Let's have a meal."

The two chose a Sichuan restaurant and ordered a few dishes. Luo Ren ate very little, but he was feasting for 13,000 yuan. When he was about to finish his meal, Luo Ren got up and went out to call and settled the bill.

It turned out that I didn’t have to pay myself or have any aa. Although I had thought of it for a long time, when I finally confirmed it, I felt at ease, and I ate a lot.

After drinking and eating, he pushed open the dirty glass door and went out. Luo Ren stood in the shadow beside him. A gust of wind blew, and a sentence without end was sent: "...what is the other side of Mindanao?"

Ten thousand three felt a sudden slap in his heart.

After so many years of eating, drinking, cheating and leaving, he has developed a character that no one believes in him. Not to mention Luo Ren, Mu Dayi, Uncle Zhang, and Cao Pangpang, he doesn't believe it either. It's like a very sensitive touch on his head, trying his best to spy on the news, and if he smells the smell a little, he is ready to help immediately.

Didn’t you go to Wuzhu Village? Why did you get to Mindanao again? It’s also near the village? Also, the island is an island. How old is it to be called an “old island”?

He kept silent and pretended not to hear it.

After getting on the bus, Tsing San secretly took out his cell phone to check it out. Unexpectedly, it was not a Chinese island.

The webpage says that Mindanao is the 14th largest island in the world and the second largest island in the Philippines after Luzon. It has beautiful scenery, but its reputation is not just because of the scenery: Mindanao is also known as the "hometown of terror" and the "capital of kidnapping". It occupies the largest anti-government armed forces in the southern Philippines. There are constant conflicts, and many armed forces have been identified as terrorist organizations internationally.

What the hell is the Philippines? Ten thousand three don’t care about geopolitics, and only have two perceptions of the Philippines.

First, the Philippines is a country.

Instead, Filipino maids seem to be quite popular. They often hire Filipino maids when they watched Hong Kong dramas in their early years.

It turns out that the Philippines is still fighting? Ten thousand three thousand always thought that Iraq is the only one in the world that has war - it was tortured by the Americans.

When I looked at Luo Ren in the driver's seat, I suddenly felt that it would be better to stay away from him: Yes, I am a liar, but at least I am a simple liar.

Maybe it was because the car was too dull, Luo Ren continued the topic just now: "What about it later? Because of the old patriarch, you climbed onto the roof and smashed something, and were kicked out of the village again? It felt like there was still a shortage of progress and turn."

Luo Ren's feeling was quite accurate, and there was indeed a lack of a part. Even when I think about it now, I still feel relieved and refreshed.

***

He actually didn't make a fuss immediately. The teenager began to think about something in his mind: he couldn't just be so cheap.

He returned to his empty home, curled up in bed and slept for a while. The next morning, the tractor pulled his mother's body to the crematorium in the township for cremation.

Ten thousand three were in the car, and the old patriarchs were also sitting on the back of the tractor. The country road was very upside down. The white cloth covered with corpses was turned aside before it was too late. Either the mother's face or her feet were exposed. Ten thousand three were helping her mother pull the cloth all the way, as if she could just cover it up and walk more decently.

The old patriarch and the others were twitching their faces, chatting happily.

Talk about the old clam basking in the moon last night.

——"I haven't seen it for many years."

——"This year is a good year."

What a fool, two people died in your family, do you think it’s a good time? He started to stare at the old patriarch fiercely.

No one noticed him, the old patriarch looked solemn and said very seriously.

——"Old clams are not ordinary when they come out of water. If you want to say, there may be more than ten. The most important thing is that this Mid-Autumn Festival, clams are all spiritual. If they are sunbathed until the Mid-Autumn Festival moon, it is really called sunbathing."

Ten thousand three said nothing, but didn't miss a word.

***

Mid-Autumn Festival? Everyone knows that Mid-Autumn Festival is another reunion festival, and this Mid-Autumn Festival is to mock him.

Ten thousand three thousand bury the things I wanted to bring and the money I got from these days in advance outside the village.

Some of the money was given by the villagers, and some of it was stolen by him. He was so confident that those who pointed at him dared not assert that it was stolen by him: Which thief would have such a head held high and his chest and his face was not red?

Then, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

According to custom, each family steamed sugar cakes and vegetables and meat cakes, and there were also moon cakes bought from outside the village, which were eaten from house to house. When night fell, when the villagers rushed to the beach, he leaned indifferently against his door, his cheeks were bulging.

After eating, the village became quiet. He spitted on the ground and took out a large bucket of diesel from behind the door.

He held the bucket of diesel and staggered towards the beach.

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is full, and I will call you round and burn you to never be reborn.

The villagers were afraid of disturbing the old clams, so they could not really stand by the beach and watch. They were all sitting scattered on the reefs from afar. With the moonlight, they could be ecstatic to see the bright spots on the beach.

I want to burn in front of you, burn your harvest hope for the year, tell you to jump, ask you to vomit blood, ask you to cry, ask you to cry, ask you to cry!

When he approached, there was already movement on the reef. Someone stood up and shouted: "Who is the child! Why don't the adults care about it!"

I can't see clearly at night, I only know that I'm short and a child.

Haha, whose child? He also wanted to know that his parents' souls were floating on the cold sea. Maybe he was alarmed by this sound and opened his eyes to look at him.

My father's urn was sank in the sea, and I don't know where the urn was pushed by the surging under the sea. I haven't found it until now.

Three thousand handfuls of diesel were poured on the clams in a sparse manner, pouring them into the sea area. The old clams were very sensitive and closed their shells after a little movement. They were still burned, and they would not be able to overflow with fragrance, and they were a good seafood dish.

He avoided a little further, pulled out the torch inserted into his back and lit it. Several people had already run to this side. He waited for them to run closer, and then threw it into the sea like anger.

The fire was so beautiful, like a flower blooming on the sea water, stretching and wanton, and that scene will never be forgotten in this life.

Someone shouted angrily: "It's that dog Jiang Zhao!"

He ran away. In the designed blueprint, the villagers would be busy putting out the fire. He took advantage of the chaos and left, dug out the hidden luggage outside the village, and then went to the world to travel.

Yes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He is still too young and is not afraid at all. Instead, he is full of longing for the outside world.

But he missed it. Not everyone went to put out the fire. Almost half of the people came to chase him, a "baby". It was a bit missed. Adults ran faster than children.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed and could not enter. He carried a hammer to defend himself from the broken wood piled by the wall, and then piled the wood on the wall and put the roof along the wall. Now thinking about it, it was actually a desperate escape method and sent himself into the encirclement.

He lifted the tiles from the roof and threw them down. More and more people gathered around, screaming from behind.

The old patriarch shouted to him: "Jiang Zhao, you are so stunned by ghosts, come down for me!"

He lifted the tiles even more fiercely, and he threw them and scolded: "You killed my dad. You obviously saw him in the water and he was so dark that he couldn't help him!"

The old patriarch was like a self-taught negotiation expert: "Jiang Zhao, it's not that we didn't help him. No one saw him fall into the water at that time. You have complaints in your heart. We understand... You come down, the roof of the ancestral hall cannot be lifted up randomly..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden shout came from behind him. The villagers who were climbing onto the roof made a tiger pounce, pulled his ankle back, dragging him down!

What is this? It's a sensation? The old guy who pretended to behave distracted him and others took the opportunity to go to the wall?

The 10,000-3 who was dragged down was scolded endlessly. He tried his best to pull around and suddenly touched the hammer he brought. Without thinking, he smashed it hard towards the crowd below.

There was a bang.

The beast on the horned ridge, the one he likes the one who looks like Sun Wukong, broke in response to the sound, and fell to the crowd screaming and avoiding with the hammer.

I don't know if anyone was really hit.

***

It was dark and the light of the headlights shone on a small road ahead. No matter how long it took, it was still a small one.

This road seems to be endless.

Luo Ren said: "Ten Thousand Thousands, you are cruel enough."

Yi Wansan smiled and said, "I thought the old patriarch would have peeled my skin, but it didn't. Maybe because of my father's affairs, he felt ashamed, or maybe because my parents were gone, and the dead eyes were looking in the sky, and he didn't dare to do anything to me."

Anyway, he remembered that the day he was kicked out of the village was a morning, and it was a bit cold. Everyone in the village gathered at the entrance of the village. He had walked with them first, but was suddenly pushed out of the big circle and stood opposite them.

One person, to many, many people.

A child with a bruised nose and a swollen face was furious at the adults.

The old patriarch said: "Jiang Zhao, from now on, you will not be from our Wuzhu Village. If you dare to step into the village again, don't blame the villagers for being rude."

You're welcome. The income of a year and the hope of a year, he looked at his eyes, all of which were full of hatred and red-eyed tiger and wolf eyes.

He spitted on the ground: "If you don't come back, you won't come back. I don't want to come back yet."

That autumn morning, he was staggering, wearing ragged clothes, holding his head up, and walked out of the villagers' sight.

I have never been back. Some people will miss homesick when they suffer outside. They have never thought about it or miss it. When they think about it occasionally, the only thought that comes to mind is: that ghost place.

He patted Luo Ren's chair: "Luo Ren, remember, to ensure my absolute safety. I burned the old clams, cut off their wealth, and lifted the tiles of the ancestral hall, which was equivalent to exposing the skins of the Jiang family's ancestors. Those old people were definitely not harsh words."

Luo Ren smiled: "You were so old at that time. More than ten years have passed. Now even if you stand in front of them, they may not recognize you."

Yeah?
Chapter completed!