When there was no sound from them, Haitang put on a thick coat, took a few small pieces of gunpowder, and walked towards the entrance of the village. She wanted to go into the city to find Datong!
Before she left the village, she turned back. She wanted to take the shortcut, which was closer! Although she might miss Datong, the shortcut was the best way into the city. He wanted to go straight to the private school to see what was going on.
Something happened, even if you don't know what happened, you can still have some clues.
Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease at all.
Haitang made up her mind.
Walking towards the back mountain, although I have never walked this road, I heard from Datong last time that there is no fork in the road, it is just a narrow path trodden by people, and there is nothing else except a lot of thorns on the road.
After Haitang arrived at the village, she walked towards the path.
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After Datong left Huang Ying, he took the pot of cold water and walked home as fast as possible. He didn't want to have a seizure on the way. On the way, he thought about what Huang Ying said. Boss Du, this is Zhengyang Buzhuang again. Could it be that Boss Du is treating guests to dinner?
It's the envoy's decision, not Zhang's original intention?
I heard from the older private school teacher that there was no precedent for the Zhang family to invite private school teachers to dinner at the beginning of autumn. It seemed that Boss Du was probably responsible for this.
You really worked hard.
Fortunately, he met Haitang's friend. If it had been anyone else, Datong might have stopped his loyalty. No matter how Datong distracted himself, the heat in his body just couldn't be consumed, especially the lump in his chest and abdomen.
A mass, ready to come out.
Before he could reach the outside of the city, his eyes began to become trance-like, and the world was spinning before his eyes. Datong unbuttoned his clothes to cool down his body. The night wind blew into his chest, but it could not relieve the heat in his body.
Datong turned his head to the sky, poured some water, and then regained consciousness.
He continued on his way. He just wanted to get home quickly. When he started running, his body felt like it was about to burst. He had to give up such strenuous exercise and choose to walk gently.
When Datong set foot on the mountain road, half of the water in the pot was used up. The longer the delay, the higher the frequency of attacks and the more water was used.
Datong poured the last half of the pot of water on his face...
His body was already swaying forward, stumbling, and he felt no pain when he bumped into a branch, as if he was numb. If he continued like this, he was worried that he would not be able to reach home. He did not want to fall on the road, nor did he want to lose sight of Haitang.
Wada.
Datong sat down, found a thorn, and pricked his toes hard. He wanted to use the pain to drive away the heat in his body and at least distract his mental energy.
This trick was indeed effective. Datong simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the mountain road. Whether it was thorns or branches and debris, he stepped down hard, experiencing deep and shallow pain, which made him feel better for the time being.
He walked like this for who knows how long, until the soles of his feet were completely numb and he could no longer feel anything...
I'm about to fall down, how far is home...
In the hazy atmosphere of Datong, he looked forward and saw that it was Qiaotou Village. He saw it, saw it! He had to persist, he had to persist! His wife and daughter were waiting for him at home. He must go back and not fall down.
This place is a no-no!
The scholar told himself these words over and over again, even though his eyelids were about to close.
Step by step, closer, closer, Datong finally reached the back mountain...
It seems like a figure is approaching, but I can't see clearly...