In order to take revenge, Zong Hang named the osprey "Cold Flower". Every time he threw fish or fed it to drink, he would call it "Ahua, Ahua" and his heart was filled with Aq-like complacent: he had to give you a local name and say you looked down on me!

What's even more annoying is that this osprey is not well-skilled. Generally, kittens and puppies, after feeding them twice, they will be particularly cute when they see you. If you don't want to eat, drink, and then look down on him as always.

Why, are you beautiful?

Zong Hang was idle anyway, so he looked at it at 360 degrees: Water birds usually look like this, with black feathers, copper-green metallic cold light, and gray-white beak. If you have to say anything special, it may be the emerald green eyeballs under the head, a small white spot with orange-yellow dew in it, like egg yolk mixed in egg white.

Zong Hang decided: When breaking up, you must give it some color. Men who have fought with crocodiles must not give in at any time.

***

The whole waterway was smooth. One person and one bird changed into a bus in Laos, and they nested into the deepest part of the luggage compartment. In the dark, bumpy and strange smells, waiting for time to pass by little by little.

The car was stopped more than the boat, and people often loaded and unloaded their luggage. Occasionally, light came in through the gaps between the luggage, and people of all kinds passed by. Once, Zong Hang saw someone carrying a gun, and he was nervous and did not dare to breathe.

Fortunately, I was in danger and got off the bus and met with the snakehead successfully.

The snake's head and face are simple and honest, which is far from the hideous image created in film and television. He signaled Zong Hang to lift the osprey cage and just follow it.

Zong Hang was a little worried: "Will you not be caught?"

I heard that the domestic border defense is very strict.

The man said, "The border line is so long, and the tiger still has time to take a nap."

“Will there be mines?”

The man glanced at him, probably because he thought he was stupid: "There are small paths, how many times have you walked."

This journey through the forest was not as thrilling as imagined. It was like hiking in the mountains and resting. Sometimes when you go to a place, the snake head looked around vigilantly, and when you pinch the bird whistle, there would be a rustling sound deep in the forest. Then two people came out and joined the smuggling team. The group, from two or three to five or six, seven or eight, was snake-shaped in the dense jungle, silently.

Then, there was no boundary card, nor was there a fire exchange. He shouted, and was panicked. When he was descending from the hillside to a dirt roadside, the snake head said: "It's here."

Now that's it? It's already under the sky of China?

In addition to being shocked, Zong Hang looked around and made up his mind to report this sinful path in the future. Although he also smuggled, he made up for his merits and made up for his merits. The matter should not be considered a stain.

The people who were walking with them quickly scattered, followed the rules, did not talk to each other, and walked in all directions, with no way.

Zong Hang and Osprey squatted on the side of the road and waited for the client to claim it. The snake head recycled the cage and smoked a cigarette and waited on the other side.

He still has the final payment to be collected.

After so smoothly, Zong Hang had forgotten all the "Give some color a look". If you really look back and summarize, the Osprey should have remembered it: How difficult is it, a beast acted like a veteran of smuggling, calm and calm, and at the critical moment, he never quarreled.

excellent!

Zong Hang felt relieved, and pulled a few flowers and plants on the roadside over, clumsyly circled and tied knots, and took the osprey around its neck while it was not paying attention.

I originally wanted to nag for a few more words, but Yi Xiao and the others arrived so quickly. A small red bread came from far to near. The passenger's window lowered, and Jing Xiu waved to him excitedly: "This, Zong Hang, what about this!"

She handed the money to the snake head through the car window.

This car was packaged, only carrying the three of them. Yi Xiao covered her head and face and sat in the corner of the last row. Zong Hang came in, but she didn't even raise her eyelids.

It can be seen that Jing Xiu was taking care of everything. While urging the driver to drive, she turned around to explain to Zong Hang: "Time is a bit tight, it is inconvenient for you to take a plane. Let's charter a car to Jiangxi."

She was in good spirits. When she returned to China, she was kind everywhere, and even her spirit was not so depressed.

Zong Hang nodded and buckled the seat belt.

When the car turned at the end, a motorcycle drove towards him.

The driver is actually a woman.

In rural areas, motorcycles are mostly used for transportation, and there are also women riding motorcycles. However, Zong Hang feels that those are not called drivers: drivers are symbols of status, they must have a figure, posture, and skills.

He stared at the motorcycle in a hurry, and there was a ray of yellow dust behind the butt of the car, almost rubbing it with the van.

The rules on the road are that the smaller ones are required to make the larger ones, but the motorcycle is not allowed to make the van. The driver is a little unhappy and scolds, "I don't want to die!"

Zong Hang said "Wow" and turned his head to look: "The technology is so good."

Isn’t it just a "swoosh" and it’s so good? Jing Xiu wondered: “How did you see it?”

Zong Hang showed his superiority as an "insider": "I have also been racing."

Jing Xiu glanced at him suspiciously.

She felt that Zong Hangbiao might be a bumper car.

***

Yi Sa saw the snake's head from afar and the black ghost squatting on the roadside.

She stopped near her car, took off her cap and helmet, and in July, the country was generally hot and it was very hot everywhere.

She fanned the air with her hand.

The snake head hesitated for a moment: "Miss Yi?"

"Does US dollars be collected?"

"receive."

Yi Sa bounced the US dollar. Influenced by the ghost guy, she liked to roll it into a film-like tube with money. She thought it was handsome and handsome when it popped out, but the snake head was obviously thinking about the Chinese people. She took it apart and counted it one by one, and pinched and rubbed it.

Yi Sa went to see Wugui.

The black ghost stood up to her eyes, with a ring of flowers and plants around her neck, and a ferocious bird suddenly collapsed.

What's this...who is crazy?

***

There are only less than two days left before "7.17", so I can't take a plane yet. Time suddenly became precious. I passed through Yunnan and had to travel at least three provinces day and night.

In the evening, I was eating rice noodles in Guilin. The driver asked several people to eat slowly: I had a buddy here and he would contact me. It would be better to pick up one of them. The two of them changed their distance on the road, so it would be no problem to walk at night.

I don’t know if it’s because the rice noodles are added with too much spicy food. Zong Hang is a little uncomfortable, and after eating half a bowl of it, his stomach feels uncomfortable.

The store is small and has no bathroom. The shop owner pointed out that he went out at the front door, turned around the street, and there was a public toilet.

After solving the discomfort, the red-faced one had not returned yet. Zong Hang was not in a hurry. He walked along the street and walked past a store, and suddenly he returned.

It is a small grocery store, Guilin is a tourist city, and many grocery stores sell tourist souvenirs. There is a postcard stand at the door of this store, and the patterns on it are also ordinary, such as Guilin landscapes, Yangshuo bamboo rafts, etc.

Zong Hang stared at him for a while, and his heart suddenly thumped.

When he entered the store, he had to buy gloves first. The owner gave him double work gloves. He put on a test size and asked for a pen and postage postage.

They are all ordinary objects, and the owner carelessly paid him money.

After leaving the house, Zong Hang turned into a side alley, with a postcard pressed against the wall, and he used his left hand to write in a crooked manner.

I didn't write the recipient, the address bar was at home.

The content is only two words, peace.

He could not contact his family, and Zong Bisheng's temper was so angry that he would have to follow the truth.

She couldn't completely cut off the news. Tong Hong's stubborn personality and poor health were afraid that she would not be able to hold on.

He wanted to give some specious but confusing information.

He plans to send this postcard in a small mailbox in a remote place in the next province.

If he doesn't touch this postcard, he won't have fingerprints on his head.

The postcards from Guilin were not sent in Guilin, so it is difficult to find out the source.

Writing with your left hand, your handwriting cannot be identified.

When sent to the house, it was written with "Peace". Zong Bisheng and Tong Hong will definitely associate this postcard with recent changes at home.

They will be uneasy and have all kinds of guesses, but there will be a tiny hope probe in this guess, which will make life less desperate and will make them wait a little nervous but willingly.

After a while, he will do the same and send another one, and the content can be written "wait a little longer", "it's soon" or something else.

It is said that there is telepathy between relatives, and parents may understand his situation and understand his difficulties through these twisted words.

He will go home.

***

Late at night on July 16th, I was finally not far from my destination.

Zong Hang only knew it was "Jiangxi". There was no idea where it was. When crossing the national highway, he vaguely saw the words "Poyang Lake" on the tall billboard, and then, his eyes were filled with thick waters that could not be seen.

The driver took his mobile phone to navigate, walked along the lake and looked for it, and the last place he stopped was the county port.

This area is brightly lit, and dozens of boats are moored on the lake, all of which are of size. The largest one is a small passenger ship, about forty or fifty meters long and three floors high, and it is more than enough to carry 200 or 300 people.

There were food stalls near the water one after another, and many people shouted and pushed the cups. They could hear the sound of boxing and smell the aroma of fried and barbecue in the river.

Yi Xiao ordered Zonghang: "You two go to eat first, choose the next one, I will find you later."

She has always been unpredictable in her work, and Zong Hang didn't ask much questions, but just put on the sun hat and pulled the brim down: Although this is not Cambodia, I don't know how far Zong Bisheng's missing person notice has been dispersed, so it's always right to pay attention.

The two of them sat down after entering the food stall, ordered some drinks and barbecue. The location of this store was relatively remote and the business was deserted, which was incomparable to the ones that went inside.

Zong Hang couldn't eat the river food, so he could only sip the drink and look around. As he looked, he gradually saw some clues.

Of course, there are individual customers from the county who come to have midnight snacks in the food stalls, but the other customers seem to know each other.
To be continued...