Crows, vultures, monsters, the three fixed guests of the dying person's last meal, the first two visit humans, and the latter visit monsters.
Wherever monsters gather, there must be a dying monster.
"Stinky boy! You, you wait! I will come back to find you to settle the bill!" After wiping his face, seeing the blood on his hand, the little gangster's face showed a look of panic, and his voice was trembling, like a TV Like a bad guy, he left a traditional line and ran away with a group of accomplices.
Staring blankly at the other party and disappearing without a trace, the half-year-old boy in black sportswear lowered his head and glanced at the old lady sitting on the ground for a while, then bent over and helped her up.
The young man's arms were flexible and strong, and the old lady felt that she stood up all of a sudden. She watched the young man lift herself up again, then went to the side to pick up the bag that had fallen on the ground, and then called a rental car. car.
"Young man, thank you, thank you!" The other party did it so smoothly that the old lady couldn't even get a word in. When he was sent to the back seat of the taxi, he finally grabbed the other party's sleeve and said Thank you.
"Go home quickly, with so much money, don't save the taxi money." The young man finally spoke, but his words were not pleasant at all, but although it was not pleasant, it made sense. .
The old lady looked nervously at the taxi driver in the front seat, but she soon found that the young man's voice was so low that the taxi driver in the front seat couldn't hear it at all.
She breathed a sigh of relief, her arm was pushed open by the other party, and the moment the car door was closed, the old lady finally saw the other party's appearance.
Yo! The young man's eyes were so beautiful—
The impression was only for a moment, and the door was slammed shut.
Glancing at the onlookers, Ji Huan picked up his schoolbag and walked in the opposite direction of the taxi.
After walking for a long distance, when there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, he finally reached his destination—under a tattered bus stop.
There are several advertisements posted on the stop sign, which are colorful, and the bus information below is completely blocked. If you are not familiar with the situation here, 80% of them will miss this stop sign.
Glancing at the license plate, the corners of his mouth pursed, the poor schoolbag was thrown aside by the owner again, Ji Huan immediately stood on the chair and cleaned up the advertisement on the stop sign.
After cleaning up for a while, the original bus information on the stop sign was finally seen again: Bus No. 9 and Bus No. 99.
Jihuan is about to take the No. 99 bus. It has very few stops, and the interval between each stop is quite long, but it is the only bus going up and down the mountain.
Not long after the ads were cleaned up, the car came. After swiping the card to get into the car, Ji Huan sat casually by the window.
It was winter now, and the scenery along the road was nothing to see. The lush trees had all withered away, not to mention it was getting dark early. When Jihuan got off the car, the sky was already slightly blackened.
After a follower was expelled, the bus door closed immediately.
Then continue to kakaka to the higher position on the mountain.
It has been at least ten years since he took the No. 99 bus, but Jihuan still doesn't know where its destination is, and he is not interested in it, but his sister tried to find it when she was a child, and finally got lost and was brought back by her grandfather, crying and crying. Jihuan's impression is nothing more than that.
Jihuan's home is very close to the stop sign of this station. Although it is on the mountain, there are still people living here. Because there are people, there is also a road. In winter, there are many more greenhouses. Ji Huan first went to his greenhouse to take a look, but after seeing no familiar figure, he immediately ran towards the house.
Then he saw the old man feeding the pigs in the yard.
"Old man, go to the house, I'll come." He shouted concisely, and Ji Huan immediately threw his schoolbag into the old man's arms: "I'm thirsty and need some water."
"...you child..." the old man nag, after all, he returned to the house with Jihuan's schoolbag in his arms.
Jihuan's family raised a total of five pigs. Although Jihuan worked hard to clean up the pigsty during the rest time, these guys were born to make a mess of the environment.
The smell of pig is really not good, but Ji Huan is very used to this smell.
While chasing pigs while spreading food, he has to be wary that some pigs eat too much while others can't.
"Da Bai, you've eaten too much, go to the side!" Ji Huan quickly found an illegal "pig" and slapped the back seat of the pig with the dead branch in his hand. The pig not only didn't think it was painful, on the contrary, it thought that Jihuan was playing with it, and the fat head and big ears rubbed against Jihuan's dead branches. The murder weapon is here!
"...Look at me again, and I'll eat you." He stared blankly at the big white pig, Jihuan poured all the pig food into the trough, and after making sure that each pig had enough food, he said Then he put down his sleeves and trouser legs and went back into the house behind him.
There was a smell in the house that was not much better than the pig food just now - does the old man want to be so "virtuous"? The old man made the meal again.
With a sigh, Jihuan had to wash his hands and help the old man bring out the porridge from the kitchen. Jihuan offered a bowl of porridge to the altar in the main room.
"Abba, Ama, it's time to eat." One person had a bowl of porridge and a stick of incense, and Ji Huan went back to eat with his grandfather.
"Grandpa, the porridge you cooked is really unpalatable." Jihuan said while drinking the porridge: "It's almost the same as the pig food you just fed Dabai."
"Hehe, it's just a pot of porridge." The old man chuckled: "After cooking a pot of porridge, our grandfathers couldn't finish it, so we just gave Dabai more than half of the pot, and the rest of the pot, our grandfather and your parents just ate it up. Light."
"..." Feelings are really pig food! Ji Huan pouted.
"What's wrong with Zhu Shi? Aren't you so tall and tall? I think you will be taller than your father in the future, at least 185!"
"..." How could the old man even know what he was thinking? With a spit in his heart, Jihuan took the bowl and drank the porridge.
"Are you going to take the exam? Which school do you want to take? Don't worry about the money, I've saved it for you, and your sister also sent money back to ask you to study..."
"What are you saving me for? That's your pension money, keep it for yourself. I've decided that I won't study after high school, and I'll come back to raise pigs." Ji Huan said after drinking the last mouthful of porridge. I've been thinking about it for a long time.
"What? You dare - Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu..." Picking up a feather duster, Lao Tzu didn't even eat, and chased Ji Huan around the dining table to fight.
The days of the old Jijia, today are as usual, only the small life of the grandparents and grandchildren who depend on each other, and it is rare for them to live a lively and lively life.