Chapter 325 The person who disappeared for twenty years

Author: Xifeng

As the car drove into the countryside, Sheng Rong saw a steamed stuffed bun shop on the roadside. A drawer of steamed buns was coming out of the basket, and white steam was rising upwards, which aroused greed. So he suggested buying some and taking them up the mountain to eat, just in time to warm up the body.

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Zhou Chunhe and Zhao Bin had no objection, so they parked the car on the side of the road, and Sheng Rong went to buy it alone.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Zhou Chunhe saw that Sheng Rong had not returned yet. Looking out through the open window, he saw Sheng Rong and an old man pulling each other, as if they were going to

The old man has something stuffed in his hand.

Zhou Chunhe smiled and said, "Looking at Sheng Rong, I guess he is imitating Lei Feng and doing good deeds."

Zhao Bin turned his head and took a look when he heard that, right? Judging from the situation, the old man had no money to buy buns, and Sheng Rong helped him with the money.

However, when Sheng Rong turned around and came back, the old man came with a package.

"Okay, I guess I have to send Buddha to the west." Zhou Chunhe popped out the cigarette butt, released the handbrake, and prepared to drive.

Sheng Rong led the old man over and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, this old man also went to Wangjiaba Village. I thought we happened to be on the way, so let's go together, right?"

Zhao Bin nodded, and Zhou Chunhe had no objection. When he saw someone getting in the car, he started the car and drove towards Wangjiaba Village.

Sheng Rong and the old man sat in the back, while Zhou Chunhe and Zhao Bin sat in the front. Seeing that the old man was a little embarrassed, Sheng Rong exchanged a few words and asked the old man where he came from and whose relatives he was.

The old man patted the snow that had fallen on the baggage and put it into his arms. He didn't know if it was because he was frozen. He tried to speak several times but didn't. Finally he just replied, "I came back from a far away place."

Sheng Rong thought he was frozen, so he didn't talk to him anymore, but he couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. He always felt that this person looked very familiar. He was probably a relative of a family in Wangjiaba Village.

The car soon arrived at Wangjiaba Village. Unlike usual, no one gathered under the jujube tree at the entrance of the village to chat, and no children came up to look at the jeep. It was too cold and the snow was too heavy, and adults and children were all hiding there.

at home.

Zhou Chunhe turned off the car and the rest of the people got out of the car.

Sheng Rong said that Wangjiaba Village had arrived. The old man hugged the bundle in his arms tightly and took two steps forward with a staggering step.

Zhao Bin frowned, "Isn't that what happened just now?"

Sheng Rong was also surprised. It seemed that the old man had gone through a lot of changes, so he stepped forward and asked, "Old man, whose house are you going to?"

The old man looked at the village in front of him, which was extremely deserted and desolate under the heavy snow, but his eyes were filled with muddy old tears, full of deep nostalgia.

Turning around, he wiped his eyes and said slowly, "I'm looking for the old Zhou family."

"Old Zhou family? Zhou Chunhe!" Sheng Rong called Zhou Chunhe without waiting for the old man to answer.

Zhou Chunhe parked the car and was walking over. Apparently, he also heard the old man's words to find old Zhou's house. A strange impulse surged in his heart. Looking at the old man with a face full of vicissitudes of life, he asked, "

Who are you?" As soon as he asked, the steely hard fist tightened unknowingly.

The old man looked at Zhou Chunhe, looked at it again, and looked at it again, and finally saw it clearly, and the turbid tears flowed down, dripping on his unkempt beard, dripping on his tattered clothes, and also dripping on his tight

On the tightly guarded baggage.

"I am Zhou Shanquan."

What a coincidence, his father who died twenty-five years ago was also named Zhou Shanquan.

Zhou Chunhe took a big step back and bumped into Zhao Bin, "Have you brought your air gun? You can't fight wild boar without a gun."

Zhao Bin gave him some strength and replied, "I don't think I have any."

Zhou Chunhe gave a wry smile, "Then we probably won't be able to fight today."

He went straight back home without even taking a second look at Zhou Shanquan, who had the same name as his father.

Sheng Rong knew Zhou Shanquan. After Zhou Chunhe left, he looked carefully again and finally determined who he looked like - Zhou Chunhe! No, it should be said that Zhou Chunhe looked like him.

"You, aren't you dead?" Sheng Rong asked.

Zhou Shanquan lowered his head, "I don't."

"Then what are you doing back?" Sheng Rong was a little angry.

Zhou Shanquan stopped talking. Yes, why did he come back? To cause trouble for Chunhe mother and son? But he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand it when such a big thing happened. He has never been one who has the courage to take responsibility.

people.

Zhao Bin grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, shaped it into a ball, and threw it heavily. Then he turned to Sheng Rong and said, "Find a place for him to stay for a while."

Zhou Shanquan was wearing thin clothes and was shivering from the cold. Coupled with the psychological shock, death was really not far away.

Sheng Rong was in trouble, "Where can I take him?" Who would let him stay? If a man who had been dead for more than 20 years suddenly came back to life, no one would accept him.

Zhao Bin pointed casually, "Let's go to school." Now the students are on vacation and the school is empty.

"Okay, let's go to school." Sheng Rong agreed, and walked to school with Zhou Shanquan, whose hands and feet were numb.

Zhao Bin didn't want to take care of these nonsense, but it already involved Jiang Lu, so he had to take care of it.

Zhou Chunhe returned home, opened the door, and walked into the yard. He didn't see Mrs. Zhou and called out "Mother" loudly. The sound shook the sky and the earth, causing the accumulated white snow on the trees to rustle down.

Mrs. Zhou hurriedly came out of the backyard, "What are you yelling about? I'm catching chickens."

"What are you doing catching chickens?"

"Give me some medicine. There's a chicken that's been pooping white for the past two days. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so I have to let it sit in the pot no matter what."

Zhou Chunhe wanted to laugh. This was Zhou Huang's style. He would never waste anything and never let his work go in vain.

Mrs. Zhou looked back and asked, "Why did you come back alone?"

This question touched on Zhou Chunhe's pain point, "Mom, you said my father is dead?"

Mrs. Zhou was stunned and patted the snow on her body, "What are you so crazy about? How many years have you been dead? Don't you go to burn incense at the tomb every Qingming Festival?"

Zhou Chunhe laughed and said, "That's right, how can the dead be resurrected?"

Mrs. Zhou looked at her son suspiciously, stepped forward and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever."

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Chunhe's eyes turned red, "Mom, there was someone named Zhou Shanquan just now. Do you think I should beat him up?"

Mrs. Zhou looked at her son and opened her thick lips, "Where is it?"

"Where is the entrance to the village?"

"What else did he say?" Mrs. Zhou held the broom in her hand and began to sweep the floor unconsciously.

"I ignored him, and I didn't know him."

"It's right to ignore him. Don't pay attention to him. Don't pay attention to him forever. Your father has died a long time ago. I watched..." Mrs. Zhou muttered intermittently without stopping.

At that moment, Mrs. Zhou's confusion was all seen in Zhou Chunhe's eyes, and his heart felt as cold as the flying snow in the sky.

"He died a long time ago. Where is he?" Mrs. Zhou suddenly raised her broom and rushed towards the door of the courtyard.

"Mother!" Zhou Chunhe shouted across the sky, startling the birds that had settled on the trees, and there was a brief commotion in the sky.

Mrs. Zhou seemed to have had a flashback, and ran to the entrance of the village in one breath. No one was there, and she started looking around like crazy again. She happened to encounter Zhao Bin coming down the hillside, grabbed his clothes and asked, "Where is that person?"

"who?"

"He, he, he -" Mrs. Zhou couldn't say the name.

"Zhou Shanquan!" Zhou Chunhe arrived and said it for his mother.

Seeing this formation, Zhao Bin had a lot of guesses in his mind. He pointed to the school and said, "Over there."

Zhao Bin's calm demeanor and Zhou Chunhe's mother and son's violent rage are equally lethal in this snow.

Mrs. Zhou sprinted up for another 100 meters, the broom in her hand raised high, like a rooster in a fight.

Sheng Rong was sitting down with Zhou Shanquan when the door of the classroom was kicked open by a huge force. Zhou Shanquan shivered and fell from the student's stool to the ground. Sheng Rong was also frightened.

Looking back, I saw clearly that it was Zhou Chunhe and Mrs. Zhou who was holding a broom and wanted to eat people, and they understood instantly.

Subconsciously, he wanted to step aside to avoid being accidentally injured, but his rationality also influenced him. If he stepped aside at this time, someone would be killed.

He glanced urgently at the door, saw Zhao Bin's figure, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped aside tacitly.

When Mrs. Zhou saw the people on the ground, she felt a little dazed for a moment. Then she stepped forward and took a look. She saw clearly, understood, and looked carefully. The broom was no longer polite.

Zhou Shanquan was like a big rat crossing the street. He stole Mrs. Zhou's food for a year and was beaten to death by Mrs. Zhou, mercilessly.

Fortunately, it was a classroom with tables, chairs and benches. Mrs. Zhou's broom couldn't fall all over Zhou Shan's body. Otherwise, with Mrs. Zhou's weight of 140, it would crush him to death.

The snowy sky was silent, and the sound of dust falling to the ground seemed to be vaguely distinguishable, not to mention Mrs. Zhou beating people so hysterically? People from Wangjiaba Village came to watch the fun one by one.

Seeing Zhou Shanquan lying on the ground, desperately protecting the package, he sighed for a while, hadn't he died long ago? Could he be a human or a ghost?

Looking at Mrs. Zhou's posture again, it was unmistakable that she was a human being.

The power of the masses is huge, and soon someone suggested that old man Zhou died strangely. He could see people jumping around one day, but he was pronounced dead the next day. What they saw was just a coffin, but what was inside?

No one has opened it or looked at it.

From this point of view, Zhou Shanquan did not die suddenly, but was unilaterally declared dead by Mrs. Zhou.

But why?

Everyone looked at Zhou Shanquan and were reluctant to leave. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier, but they still didn't want to leave.
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