The Era of Hard Work

What's going on? Lu Dong looked up at the sky, it was gloomy and dark, and asked, Uncle Li, have you contacted there yet?

Li Shan quickly said: I went to the brigade and called the brigade over there to contact Wen Yue and his classmate. He said that Wen Yue left after 8:30.

Lu Dong frowned: Supposedly it should have arrived earlier.

Li Shan said again: It's dark, the road passes Meng's grave, you know Wen Yue's courage, he took the small road.

Heideng is blind, he dares to walk on that crooked path! Lu Dong greeted Li Shan: Uncle, go to the orchard, I'll change the motorcycle to take you away.

Li Shan was impatient: OK.

The two of them went to the orchard to change their motorcycles. Lu Dong guessed something, took the electric horn and asked Li Shan to pick it up, got on the motorcycle and headed north, crossed the river from another stone bridge, and entered the trail mixed with Bangzidi.

The corn stalks have already headed and grow to the height of a person. Even if the motorcycle lights shine on it, the front, back, left, and right are the same scenery.

Trees can shade the sun, there are very few trees in the fields, and the country roads extend in all directions.

Turning west from the North-South Road, the road becomes narrower, at best it can accommodate a tractor traveling alone, and the corn trees on both sides of the road have long leaves floating like murder knives.

Uncle Li! Lu Dong said, Turn on the electric horn and call out Wen Yue's name.

Li Shan didn't understand Lu Dong's meaning: A ghost hit the wall?

He turned on the electric horn and shouted: Wen Yue!

In the silent field, the sound spread far and wide.

Lu Dong was riding a motorcycle, stopping every time he reached a fork in the road, turned the handlebars to illuminate the lights, and made Li Shan shout a few times.

The weather is gloomy, the lights are dark, and this roar may scare people.

Li Shan couldn't help worrying: I won't really encounter ghosts hitting the wall...

Uncle, don't think about it. Lu Dong said honestly: Most of the stories about our village's fox and the ghost hitting the wall are made up by Qi Shu to scare people.

The other half is passed down by the old man.

Don't meet the robbers! Li Shan was even more worried. The robbers are far more dangerous than the ghosts hitting the wall. The former is really fatal: Last year, a woman from the chemical fertilizer factory in the chemical industry was robbed in this area. killed.

Lu Dong comforted: Uncle, it's okay, Wen Yue is a clever one, so hurry up and call again.

Li Shan picked up the electric speaker and said loudly, Wen Yue!

Li Wenyue...

The voice spread far away, and there was a faint echo: I am...

Too far away to hear clearly.

Lu Dong made a judgment, turned on a fork in the road, and crossed a sloping bay. Li Shan's call of the horn was answered.

I'm here!

Li Shan shouted: Where!

Li Wenyue responded: A small road, I fell down, and there are stick trees all over the front, back, left, and right, and I can't tell the difference.

The voice was almost crying.

According to the sound, Lu Dong changed two more directions, and finally saw Li Wenyue pushing a bicycle on a trail.

People were anxious, but nothing happened.

Li Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said, What's wrong with you, this is bad luck.

When Li Wenyue saw his father and Lu Dong, he settled down and scratched his head in embarrassment: I don't know what's going on, maybe I haven't walked here for a long time, and I fell in the direction I was walking. For reference, it can’t be transferred…”

Lu Dong could understand that the ground was so high that the trails extending in all directions were like a maze, and it was hard to find even a tree. Not to mention those who walked infrequently, those who walked often had a bad sense of direction and might get lost.

You should take the big road! Lu Dong said, You have a big heart, and you dare to take the small road in this kind of world.

Li Wenyue said: The main road is going to the Meng family grave.

Li Shan pointed at him, furious: You are so brave! The cemetery will be pushed away sooner!

Li Wenyue said weakly: Pushing it is also a graveyard, and I am also afraid.

Lu Dong glanced at the pitch-black sky: Let's go back, it might rain this day.

Li Shan pointed to the motorcycle and said to Li Wenyue, Let Dongzi drive you, and I will ride a bicycle.

He was afraid that his son would be lost again.

Lu Dong asked Li Shan to ride a bicycle to the front, and he turned on the light to illuminate the road behind.

Let alone Li Wenyue, he turned a few turns and came to a fork in the road. Li Shan stopped and turned around and asked, Dongzi, are we going right? Why do I feel like I'm going north, going farther and farther?

Lu Dong said, You didn't make a mistake, just turn to the left.

Well, let's not talk about anyone, if he doesn't come with him tonight, the two of you will probably stay out until dawn or when the clouds clear, and there will be another legend about ghosts beating the wall in Lujia Village.

On the way back, Lu Dong asked Li Wenyue, Do you have Tian Chuanjie's current contact information?

No. Li Wenyue said, Tian Dabang has gone to the south. Do you have anything to do with him?

Lu Dong said: There is something wrong, you can ask our classmate, who can contact him.

Li Wenyue responded: Okay, I'll ask whoever I can get in touch with.

In this day and age, contact is inconvenient, and many people really never see each other after graduating from high school.

In fact, the university is similar, one city is fine, but not in another city, no matter how much rhetoric we had when we parted at the beginning, we cannot resist the ruthless torture of society and time.

When we returned to Lujia Village, it was past eleven o'clock, so Lu Dong hurriedly washed up and went to bed.

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Holding the admission letter, after visiting the Physical Education Institute, Song Na rode on the big golden deer assembled without a rear fender. The work in the gravel yard had stopped, and the money she earned plus the money from her family, tuition and other Miscellaneous fees are not a problem.

The living expenses for the first two months are barely enough.

But to practice sports, nutrition must keep up. Song Na basically gave up on this aspect.

The actual conditions are here, and it is useless to talk about ideals.

She really wants to win the national high jump championship, but her foundation is not good since she was a child, and her training is not very professional, so she can dominate in a small place.

Song Na pedaled the big golden deer and walked south. To the east was a construction site, which should be a residential area, and some buildings had already been built.

Near the periphery, there are machinery under construction, possibly digging trenches.

It's the same as when she and Lu Dong came last time, not very popular.

Song Na shook her head, remembering what she asked before, if it really doesn't work, she can only apply for a work-study program when school starts.

According to the interviewees, the number of places for work-study programs is limited, and every year they are overcrowded, and some bad things may even happen.

University is not as easy as you think.

When she came to the intersection of the center, she could vaguely see a seller on the west side, so Song Na rode over there, because this was very rare in the university town.

Not long after she stepped forward, Song Na suddenly realized that the black boy who set up a street stall to sell things looked so familiar to him?

Take a closer look...

Song Na rushed to the stall without customers and shouted, Lu Dong!

Lu Dong followed the voice and saw that the person was tall and slender, with long legs, short hair around the ear, wearing a blue T-shirt and black trousers, and his dark face seemed to shine.

Black egg! Lu Dong was a little surprised.

Song Na got off the bicycle, walked over with her long legs shaking, glanced at Qiao Weiguo's bald head, and asked, Is this the stall you set up?

Yes. Lu Dong asked, Why are you here? The School of Physical Education is not in session yet.

Song Na rode her bicycle to the curb: I heard that people can visit it, so come and see it in advance.

Lu Dong took a bottle of water and handed it to her, and Song Na went on to pay for it.

You're being polite to me? Lu Dong refused.

Song Na was not polite, she unscrewed it and poured it in a big gulp, wiped her mouth with her dark arm, and looked at Lu Dong: How many days? I'm as dark as I am.

Lu Dong raised his arm and compared with Song Na: White than you.

Song Na didn't care either: I can go back for nothing if I raise it for a winter.

Lu Dong said, When spring comes, it will turn black again.

No way. Song Na spread her hands helplessly, I'm not exposed to the sun.

She glanced at the stall with no customers: No one, business is not good?

Lu Dong pointed to the gate of the Normal University: In the middle of the morning, the freshmen are in military training, and the old students are in class. No one comes out to buy things.

Yes. Song Na nodded.

Lu Dong asked, Are you not doing that job?

Song Na took a sip of water: Give it up, rest for a few days, and prepare to start school. By the way, the information you provided has allowed me to make a lot of money selling mountain and water cattle. When will I ask you to have a good meal?

Lu Dong knew Song Na's conditions. Even if he earned a lot, he would not have much left after paying the money once the school started. He declined again: We'll talk about it when you start school. He changed the subject: Hei Dan, what major did you apply for?

Song Na said: Social sports major.

Lu Dong was a little strange. Although he didn't quite understand this major, it seemed to be different from professional sports. He asked again, You don't engage in professional sports anymore?

Song Na told the truth: Without that condition, it takes a lot of investment in professional sports. For someone like me, part of it needs to be borne by myself. It's okay to get results, but if I can't, it's a waste of time. With my conditions, I can't afford to waste it. .”

Lu Dong could understand, and said, That's fine, I'll find a better job in the future.

There was no business at this meeting, the two got together and chatted for a while, Lu Dong also asked Song Na if she had Tian Chuanjie's contact information, Song Na said to ask the classmates who could be contacted.

Near noon, Song Na looked towards the entrance of the Normal University: A student is coming.

Two girls in training uniforms came over, and their eyes quickly fell on the sunscreen.

Lu Dong said, Five yuan for a small bottle, ten yuan for a large box.

The girl with the ponytail muttered, It's too expensive...

Song Na came over from the side at this time and said, It's not expensive to protect your skin. She stretched out her arms to show the two girls: I didn't pay attention to protection, and it became like this in a few days. I can't even see the dark ones. People, almost from Africa...

This living black egg is in front of him, it is too convincing.

The two girls hesitated for a while, and seeing Song Na's dark face, they bought a large box of sunscreen without saying a word.

Song Na handed over 20 yuan to Lu Dong, and Lu Dong took it and said with a smile, You are amazing, dare to blackmail yourself.

I've always been black. Song Na was very calm: There's nothing hard to say.

She saw more girls in training uniforms approaching: I'll help you sell sunscreen!

Lu Dong was not polite to her either: Okay, if you can help me sell ten boxes, that meal will be skipped.

The black egg in the province is always thinking about it.

This person is sometimes afraid of comparison.

Thousands of words are not as convincing as a living black egg.

Except for the time when she ate a piece of meat from Lu Dong, Song Na was selling sunscreen all afternoon, and the two sunscreens sold for nearly 200 yuan.

After noon, Song Na found that Lu Dong's business was not bad, but very good.

She had an idea: Lu Dong, I'll come to set up a stall soon. The early walnuts and sunflowers grown at home are ripe. I'll come and try.

This is not a conflict, Lu Dong said: Okay.

(There is a prototype for getting lost. You don’t need to guess, the one who is ashamed is me. A few years ago, I went to a town in the north from my hometown to eat, the road was repaired, and the path I took when I came back was after nine o’clock. It was still raining , and then I got lost in the trail full of Bangzidi, and I couldn’t turn out. Finally, I called a brother in the village, who came to look for me on a motorcycle and led me out. The field path, the navigation did not work use.)