The fourth uncle is a timid person to begin with, and he felt nothing unusual about his body except for the stuffiness in the bandaged area, so he immediately agreed without any hesitation.
As a result, he felt very itchy and painful on his hands that night, and he couldn't bear it very much. He just gritted his teeth and endured it. As a result, the feeling didn't get better until dawn. After mímí fell asleep, the fourth uncle slept until the afternoon.
Come.
After waking up, the fourth uncle immediately felt that he was different from usual. He was at a loss for a while and then he was surprised to find that his fingers had grown back!
After being shocked, the senior uncle was of course ecstatic, but immediately after the ecstasy, he naturally thought that this matter was probably related to the doctor yesterday. He determined that it was the high-end research project in the United States that allowed him to regain his limbs. He couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.
He got up. He was afraid that someone would use his newly acquired fingers for research, so he immediately called for discussion with Fang Sheyan, whom he relied on the most, and naturally planned to apply oil on the soles of his feet.
However, this matter was controlled by Fang Senyan from beginning to end. He first contacted the director of a high-end hospital through Gu Yue'an, a local snake, and said that he was willing to donate one million and invite them to come here to hold a free clinic. This request
But he could barely make sense. Not only did the dean lose half a million yuan, but he could still get a good reputation, so he happily agreed.
Then Fang Senyan went to find an extra who was in a very bad situation and told him that he was going to defraud a rich country man out of his money and ask him to cooperate with him. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, it would cost him 100,000 yuan, plus the entire outfit as a gift.
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The actor was in a very unlucky situation at this time. He couldn't even eat at all and always skipped one meal after another. After hearing this, he immediately agreed happily. He must also be afraid of being accused of being a fraud associate, and he must have taken the money and disappeared from the world.
Facing Uncle Senior's inquiry, Fang Senyan had already prepared a draft. First, he showed Uncle Senior a few high-tech news articles. Reports about scientists cultivating human ears on the bodies of white mice strengthened his confidence.
He directed the fourth uncle's thoughts towards high technology. Then he persuaded the fourth uncle to wait and see first. In short, the current Fuyuan was quickly refitted. If it is really not possible to run away in a boat, in the vast sea, it is natural.
The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap.
The fourth uncle and the third son are both the same type of people. They can't hide things in their hearts. They are a little indecisive, but once someone makes up their mind, everything is worry-free. When Sheyan said this, he felt relieved, but at this time
The fourth uncle suddenly sighed and said: "Hey, it would be great if I could go back to Siqiao."
In total, the fourth uncle has lived in Siqiao for a total of twenty years, and it is almost his second hometown. He has been away for a long time, and he will definitely miss it. But it is okay that the fourth uncle does not mention this matter.
Si Qiao, Fang Senyan felt a dull pain as if the bullet had entered his abdomen, and the pain of being beaten by those thugs all over his body was awakened from the memories.
"Hey, Hua Shanfei." A sneer appeared at the corner of Sheyan's mouth, but the fourth uncle continued to be immersed in the excitement of recovering his severed finger, and did not notice the violence and ferocity that instantly flowed out of the adopted son's eyes.
The next day, Fang Senyan directly bought a plane ticket and flew to Guangzhou. Since there was no problem with his identity at this time, he could naturally return to the mainland without hesitation. In order to speed up the journey, Fang Senyan directly chartered a car.
The driver drove to Fangchenggang, stole a motorcycle and headed straight to the familiar town of Siqiao.
The smell of the sea breeze is still familiar, and both the trees and the villages have vaguely appeared in dreams. There is also light rain in the sky, and there is a kind of damp coldness unique to the south. At this time, Fang Senyan is still deliberately following the path he was forced to follow that day.
Passed by on the road where he was killed.
When he passed by the factory where he first entered the nightmare space, it seemed that the murders that occurred here did not affect the boss's investment confidence. The exterior walls had been painted and machines had been brought in, and a large number of workers were busy.
They were moving in and out, looking like a group of hard-working worker ants, which was extremely lively.
Seeing this, Fang Sheyan couldn't help but have the illusion that things have changed and people have changed. The path ahead should be the Fourth Bridge. According to current views, it is a heavily polluted area.
Even the water and the air he drank had the smell of old rubber, but Fang Senyan felt that the strange smell was particularly friendly at this time, like the smell of engine oil in the engine room, the smell of sweat from pirates, the fishy smell of sea water...
...it seems to have been immersed in one's own blood and bone marrow, so inseparable.
After bypassing the village next to it, there was the Fourth Bridge in front of it. Fang Sheyan found that the tractor path he was walking on was actually covered with grass. It looked like no one had walked on it for an unknown period of time. Only his motorcycle was moving on the soft road.
A deep rut was dug in the mud. Fang Senyan was a little surprised. Although this road was difficult to walk, it could save at least half an hour of travel. If he was rushing to deliver live fish or the like, in order to save time, this was a must.
There are countless people walking on this road, so it is absolutely impossible for it to be as deserted as it is now.
"Could it be that Hua Shanfei's conscience discovered that a new road was built in this place?" Fang Senyan secretly guessed in his heart.
He hit the accelerator hard, and a puff of black smoke came out from the tail pipe of the motorcycle. The car rushed up the slope in front of it in the mud. Logically speaking, the whole view of the fourth bridge should be visible from here, but in the
The moment he saw the uphill slope, Fang Senyan suddenly became as stunned as a stone statue...
Because, there are no more four bridges in this world.
There is no small town built with inferior plywood, scrap tires, and rusty gasoline drum skins.
Outlaw town.
What appeared in front of Sheyan was a desolate land!
The deep ruts of the excavator are crisscrossed, and messy mounds of soil are piled up everywhere. A corner of inferior building materials is buried in the soil. There are also colorful plastic bags that are flying everywhere when the wind blows.
, this is what appeared in front of Fang Sheyan.
That trestle, which was built with the sweat of Uncle Da Si, San Zai, himself, and even most of the people in Siqiao Town, has completely disappeared into the sea, leaving only a row of broken cement.
The pile was still stubbornly broken into pieces in the sea water, and the rusty steel bars were still showing at the end with grinning teeth.
After a brief period of confusion, Sheyan walked through the empty ruins with his own memory and came to his house. It seemed to be the place that had been demolished the most, leaving only a large pit with a radius of more than ten meters.
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However, a piece of plywood half-buried in the soil next to him awakened his memory. Fang Senyan turned over the piece of plywood. The female star stuck on it with transparent glue was smiling brightly, but her waist was covered by three plywood.
Zai shamelessly pushed a thumbtack on it. This plywood board was nailed to his bed...
Fang Sheyan stayed in this place for about an hour, and suddenly felt a little uninterested. He even lost the urge to settle accounts with Hua Shanfei. The mood was not depression, nor decadence, just a kind of faint melancholy, just this kind of mood.
Melancholy drove away other emotions for no reason and completely occupied Sheyan's mind.
"Forget it, every time I went to Fangcheng Port, I didn't have enough money so I couldn't enjoy the food. I'll stay in Fangcheng Port tonight and have a good meal of pig meat in the pig pen. I'll leave tomorrow morning. Forget it.
You're lucky to be flying in a colorful shirt." Fang Senyan made such a determination when he got on the motorcycle.
The "pig pen" that Sheyan just mentioned is actually a very famous restaurant. The owner's surname is Zhu. He looks more like a cultured person than a cook. The signature dish he sells is pig red. Each dish contains...
There is such a thing. The name of the restaurant was originally very poetic, it was called: Juan Guixuan. But after this restaurant gradually became famous, after all, only a few people from lower Liba came to spend money, so we simply called it Pigsty.
It is estimated that many people do not know what pig blood is. In fact, everyone must have eaten this, which is pig blood.
All the dishes in the pig pen are related to pig blood. The best-selling one here is the pig red soup. It costs three yuan a bowl. You can hold it in your hand and take a few sips of it steaming hot. You will feel warm all over your body.
It's so impressive. It's said that at its peak, Pig Pen could sell more than 2,000 bowls in thirty-nine days.
Fang Sheyan used to be financially strapped and was frugal, so he often came to Fangchenggang and drank a bowl of pig red soup with San Zai and was very happy. He always knew that on the second floor of the pig pen, there were rice and stir-fry shops, and all the dishes were there.
It’s all related to pig red, but I really don’t have the financial strength to go up to the second floor, sit down, and have a good meal.
Today, Fang Senyan returned to his hometown. He originally came in anger and full of murderous intentions, but suddenly found that things and people had changed, and the home in his heart had completely disappeared. Naturally, he was in a high mood, so he could only come to look for the taste of his hometown.
Within an hour, Fang Sheyan came back to the outside of the "pig pen". This was a civilian area surrounded by skyscrapers, which represented the hustle and bustle. Everywhere he looked were old tile-roofed houses and broken and muddy streets.
, the steaming white smoke coming out of the steamed bun shop, the surging heads, and the smell of fish in the air. All these are mixed in the human senses, but only four words can be felt: full of vitality.!.