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I was originally a good seed, which had been cultivated in the laboratory for a while, but suddenly fell to the ground. I had to find the soil, the sunlight, and the right time to grow quickly.
This seed often only has potatoes to satisfy its hunger, and it does its homework under a 15-watt electric lamp at night, which basically consumes no energy, and does not cause damage to the earth and the environment.
The only thing that should not be is that I like to eat meat, and the harmful gases produced by human activities, 65% of nitrous oxide and 37% of methane, come from meat.
However, I swear to God, I haven¡¯t eaten meat for a long, long time, but I just smell the broth when I pass by Zhaogui¡¯s restaurant every day.
Right now, this self-growing seed is about to be crushed! Dad, where are you?
As the night deepened, there were only vague street lights left on the county side, and the barking dogs also stopped.
I felt safe and wailed in relief.
My cries startled the birds sleeping in the water, they uttered strange noises uncomfortably, flew up and flew away. They startled me a lot, so I quickly stopped the sound.
I slept in the reeds.
When it was daylight, I woke up from the cold.
A gray and white long-necked egret by the water looked at me blankly. It looked at people in a strange way, as if it was a person and I was just a piece of wood, a pile of dirt lumps.
I jumped up from the wet grass and made a quick decision.
For now, this is my only option.
Once settled, you have to hurry. Otherwise, after dawn, the farmers working in the fields near the county town will find me. They must have heard about the dead man, and they will call one by one, and soon the whole city will come and chase me in the fields.
I buckled my schoolbag, tied up my shoelaces one by one, left the river bank, climbed up the hillside, and climbed onto the big rock. It has not yet been touched by the moisture of the small river, it is dry and cool.
As I expected, it didn't take long for the tranquility of dawn to be shattered.
Not long after the whining sound came, an open truck pulling coal appeared under the hillside. There were two people in the cab: the driver and his partner. It struggled to climb to the top of the slope.
Just as the driver paused to change gears, I jumped into the car. I was touched on my knee, and the pain made my eyes darken and tears flowed out.
I dug out a small nest in the coal pile, curled up like a hedgehog, and fell asleep.
I fell asleep and fell asleep.
The truck stopped at a train station. It was a small station, but there were quite a lot of people.
The driver went to the platform not far away, bought some dried tofu and eggs with salt tea, returned to the cab, and shared tea with his companions. Light as a rabbit, I crawled out of the coal pile and jumped out of the trunk.
In just a moment, I reached the waiting room without any effort.
I don't know the time for a long time, and I have been in a state of loneliness. I feel weird, and I can't tell the difference between day and night. On the water-soaked wall, there is a round electronic clock, its quietness is very suspicious.
I didn't see its long and short hands until I stood under it, pointing to 5 and 20 respectively.
A fat woman with an unfriendly face came in, wearing a duty armband.
I greeted her, and asked in an obedient voice: "Auntie, is it five twenty or seventeen twenty?"
She didn't answer, didn't look at me, looked here and there, and staggered away. It seemed that she was here to supervise the people here. In order not to be disturbed, she might have stuffed cotton in her ears.
"Twenty seventeen." I don't know who said it.
"Thank you." I responded in a low voice.
That said, I just happened to sleep all day on the coal wagon.
I squatted down in the corner. This is a great place. I think. People come and go, no one knows anyone, everyone is a passerby. What a great place - and chairs to sleep on.
In the middle of the night, the passengers who had been sitting in piles left one after another, and the benches were vacated.
If there is no other place to go for the time being, I can stay here for two days. Not only are there chairs to sleep on, but there is also water to drink. The boiling bucket is just under the electronic clock and placed on a stool against the wall.
I heard that when my grandfather first went to the countryside, he lost his way in the cave with some teachers. He survived for a week by drinking water and was saved.
I tried, moving my butt onto a chair.
No one kicked me out. I sat more comfortably, leaned against my schoolbag, and raised my numb legs.
&n??, the scenery outside the car window is beautiful. I saw large tracts of sugarcane and banana forests, and small red and yellow flowers bloomed beside the railway.
The train has been running on the plain for a long time, and the sun on the field outside the window is getting brighter and brighter. I know that it is already the south.
The train started to slow down as it approached Guangzhou, and a nice female voice sounded on the radio, introducing the history and scenery of Guangzhou. There was a lot of noise in the car, and I couldn't hear what she said.
Those cunning farmers gathered together again, bowed their heads and whispered together. I'd like to know how they escaped this last hurdle. But they didn't say anything, they just bumped into each other, exchanged winks, and were ready to run away at any time.
They didn't bother with me at all.
I discussed with Brother Han next to me and wanted to follow him out of the station.
But his answer made my legs weak¡ªhe said that he couldn¡¯t take me with me, and that for a child like me who ran away from home, it would be good for me to go to the police. Moreover, he planned to hand me over to the police when he left the station.
I suspect that he has already communicated with the police in the car.
I bit my lip, ignored him, and quickly packed up my textbooks and pens. He wanted to be more convenient before the toilet was locked.
When he came out of the toilet and looked back for me, I was no longer in the carriage.
I mixed in with the fare-evading peasants, and let these people with shoulder poles and burdens cover me up. They were a group of people who looked and dressed alike, and, I believe, had good concealment among them.
They have been squatting at the place where the car is connected to the car and smoking. It is the kind of old tobacco leaves grown at home. The smell of the smoke makes me want to throw up.
I am familiar with this smell. When I was a child, folks from Zhangjiazhai and Wangjiazhai came to see my grandfather with a long tobacco rod in their mouths. The air above their heads was full of this strong smell.
I squatted lower, covered my face with the sleeve of my clothes, and tried my best to endure.
When we rushed towards the exit, we heard the ticket inspector in front of us yelling over and over again with a megaphone: "Passengers, please hold your ticket in your hand and show it!"
Several farmers who were close to the exit quickly turned around.
I also ran back with them.
When I ran back to the platform, I found myself alone. Looking left and right, they have disappeared.
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