The sun is very bright.

The sound of water in the river was mixed with the noisy voices, and slowly lowered, turning into invisible steam rising from all around.

Zong Hang stood stiffly, his bare foot on the other upper.

In that very short time, he saw Yi Sa turn his head aside, so the expected tragic landing did not happen.

But he didn't see clearly, and he couldn't say whether the shoes were flying by quickly, and whether they were perfectly avoiding them or wiping on her face.

He stood still, the whole world cooperated with him, the clouds in the sky stopped leaving, and the large green leaves of the traveling canna were condensed in the air.

It's really good that the earth stopped, but... Yi Sa came over.

Zong Hang's lips were dry, the surface of his skin became slightly hot, and sweat was in his armpits. The sweat beads slowly rolled down against the skin, and died among the fine cotton fibers in the cultural shirt.

***

Yi Sa did not hang up the phone. This phone number is quite important, and there is no need to hang up because of sudden trivial matters.

But she was very annoyed. It would be fine if it was thrown away by a child. She was tall and big, and she was obviously an adult. She was so cute that she could play with her childlike heart.

So when she approached Zong Hang, she locked her phone inside to prevent the person on the other side from misunderstandings after hearing the wrong words, and then said, "I'm crazy."

After saying that, he didn't stop, passing by him, his face full of disgust and his eyelids were too lazy to lift him.

The phone continued, waiting for her to reply. Yi Sa tried to make her tone softer, but he still climbed up his whole face: "Uncle Ding, the thunder scene here is more familiar than the thunderbolt. If you really want him to die, you won't let him see that sign."

I don't know what was replied to on the other end, she just sneered: "I have no friendship with him. He stared at me for two nights quietly. What does it mean? Do I have a lot of shameful things?"

Not far away, a small cruise ship accelerated, and white waves emerged at the stern of the boat, and a hole was drawn on the surface of the turbid Yellow River, like a zipper pulling it to the end.

Yi Sa stared at the rippling chain trace, and his voice gradually lowered: "Tell me that this is the Mekong River, not your Yellow River waterway."

***

Zong Hang was still standing there, feeling that his body was extremely heavy and he could not move.

It seems that her face was not scratched by her shoes, otherwise she would not have been finished just by scolding her for being "crazy".

The shoe that flew out was still not far away. He didn't even have the strength to jump with one foot. He walked barely on the mud, walked to the shoe, and stuffed his gravel-stained feet in.

A child came to pull him and signaled to continue playing. He shook his head, collapsed his shoulders, and walked towards Apa step by step, walking dying, like Kuafu who had chased him, and every step might splash blood on the spot.

Apa and the group who were paddling the bathtub had a good time to know that Zong Hang had sat back, but he had no time to pay attention to him.

After a while, I heard Zong Hang Youyou say, "Apa, I want to ask you a question."

Apa raised his foot and tried hard to kick a close bathtub away, without raising his head: "You said."

"You walked on the road, and then, a shoe flew towards you at a very fast speed, almost flew towards your face..."

Apa figured out what field this problem belongs to: shoes, flying over, involving the trajectory of objects, speed, and air resistance...

"... Do you think, can you smell the shoes?"

Apa asked: "Sneakers or sandals?"

"……sneakers."

Apa frowned.

Sneakers, that's not very optimistic.

"Does that foot smell bad?"

Zong Hang was confused: "I wash it every day, but... no one's feet are fragrant."

Apa gave an opinion: "I think it can."

Zong Hang said nothing, he raised his head and looked at the lake in the distance.

It was almost sunset, and the strangely shaped clouds on the lake were filled with dark blue colors. The sunset light turned from apricot yellow to apricot red, patiently hooking lines and laceping the clouds, bringing out light and darkness.

There is a large cloud leaning against the sky, like a Buddha sitting cross-legged, irregularly shaped.

Apa turned his head accidentally and saw Zong Hang's eyes closed and his hands closed. His posture was not standard, but his attitude was pious.

It’s strange, there is no golden body of the temple opposite.

He couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, what are you worshiping?"

Worship Buddha.

Please don't remember him if you ask Yi Sa.

If I remember, I beg me not to meet again in the future, as he felt embarrassed.

***

There is no need to bother Buddha, Yi Sa really doesn't remember him.

She doesn't look at people who are insignificant.

The first time, Zong Hang was dragged out and beaten without a photo above. He cried and howled all the way. When he finished, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the man's nose and face, and two lines of blood in the nose slid across his lips, slid all the way to his chin.

The second time, she was on the phone and had no time to distract herself. She vaguely remembered that the perpetrator had his chest and shoulders and was timid.

There are still people who don’t have the energy to remember such trivial matters.

She walked all the way to the dock exit where her little boat renter was waiting for her with a motorcycle.

The motorcycle was wiped and it was clean and shiny. All the engine oil was installed and the screws that should be tightened were tight.

This is the right thing to do. When he came to collect rent, he said that his wife gave birth to another child. The family expenses were high and he only paid half of the money. After she shouted at him, she agreed to pay for it with dried fish.

The big bag of dried fish was wrapped in a red inferior plastic bag and tied to the big bag tied to the trunk of her motorcycle.

Yi Sa grabbed his hair back to avoid covering his eyes, and then took the helmet he handed over and put it on.

The sun is about to set, and the road back is long, so it will probably take you to drive until night.

***

Four hours later, Yi Sa's motorcycle was still jogging by the Tonlissa Lake.

The main reason was the road difference, the car was slamming and it seemed to be a dispersed. She stopped on a high ground by the lake, bit the flashlight, took the tool and tightened the important parts, then sat down on the seat, untied the plastic bag, pulled one from the edge of a large piece of dried fish, and sent it to her mouth to chew it slowly.

The Tonle Sap Lake in front of me is truly a vast lake, boundless, without human voices, and the black scales are bright.

The lake connects to the Mekong River through a narrow river channel.

In their jargon, there is a specific title for such lakes, not "inland lakes" or "treashui lakes".

It is called "Guoshui Lake".

It’s like when a person is sick, he has to hang salt water, and through a thin infusion hose, the salt water is injected into his blood vessels through a needle.

The Mekong River is that person, and the river channel connected is an infusion hose, and the Tonle Sap Lake is the bottle of hanging salt water. In the past, "hanging salt water" was called "hanging water".

Therefore, such a lake is called Gushui Lake.

She called Ding Changsheng in the afternoon and said that she had no friendship with Ding Qi, and that was wrong.

Actually, I saw it once, in 1996.

She was still young at that time, less than four years old, but she was already a villain. The kindergarten teacher said that she was more sensible than fly legs, so she caught a fly and counted her legs carefully. After counting, she felt insulted: only six!

In her perception, more people are better, and of course the more you have more heart and more.

That year, her father Yi Jiuge took her and her sister Yi Xiao to travel far away. She liked this kind of big trip to the family, and was so far away from home: she took a day of car and a day of train.

When leaving the station, countless passengers pushed and squeezed each other with big bags. She was excited for no reason and looked up and saw the train station sign at a high place.

Xining.

At that time, behind the railway station was still an ochre-gray mountain.

She was a beginner in literacy card and shouted: "Citin! We're here in Citin!"

Yi Jiuge touched her cold little face lovingly, and Yi Xiao glanced at her and said, "Mentally retarded."

A green jeep came to pick them up and took them to their residence.

The place where you live is called "Jianghe Guesthouse". It is quite large in scale. It is said to be converted by a primary school. It is three stories high and there are public toilets at the end of each floor.

After staying there, she realized that her father and those who had already been staying and the guests who were about to stay were all acquainted.

She guessed that it might be a treat for dinner and would have to eat for many days. She liked this kind of occasion because she would not be beaten if she made a mistake. As long as she howled with a bluff, the amiable uncles and aunts would protect her and said, "Forget it, kids."

Then stuff her two pieces of candy.

She wandered around the guesthouse every day, taking a spoonful of wheat milk sperm in this room, and asking for a can of orange water in the room, and listening to them all kinds of gossip.

Adults don’t avoid her when they talk about gossip, thinking she is young and can’t understand.

Actually, she can understand, and she is bad.

It’s not the kind of scheming and dirty bad habits, but the kind of snobbishness that children follow the crowd: when adults chat, they curse, despise, and look down on who they look down on, and they will immediately follow as if they are following the fashion trend.

So after becoming sensible, whenever someone says that a child is "pure and innocent", Yi Sa will sneer. She has been a child and has the right to speak. A child has no soul, but just a mirror. She faithfully copies everything around her. She follows her like this and is most likely to "evil demons enter the body."

Some sentimental people write articles saying that they want to "always be an innocent child." She doesn't want to. She prefers herself with her own opinions and sharp edges. It's so terrible to be a child forever. A piece of white paper can only be wiped by others.

The adults would also talk about her, touching her head sadly, and saying, "Nannan is pitiful. She has lost her mother just a few months after she was born."
To be continued...