Zong Hang had a pretty good dream.

I dreamed that I had returned to China and sang in the KTV private room. The LCD screen was Ladygaga's "Bad Romance". He held the microphone and yelled, and his friends were crowded with each other and looked at the photos he took on his phone.

"This is Angkor Wat, wow, I want to go too..."

"Why do foreigners like to eat fried wolf spiders? The taste is too heavy."

"Yeah, who is this girl?"

That's Yi Sa's photo.

Zong Hang said: "I met you when I went to a bar to drink."

The friends were all furious: "What about it? What about the follow-up?"

Zong Hangman carelessly: "It's too proactive, it's not suitable for me..."

After saying that, he smiled with a sense of superiority.

As I smiled, the corners of my mouth suddenly felt a little painful, like a dry and cracked pain.

A man's voice floated over his head, and his saliva sprayed on his face: "Yeah, look, this kid is lewd and smiling when he sleeps..."

Before he finished speaking, Zong Hang was hit hard on the face, making his jaw tilt to the side.

Dreams were also knocked away, and reality squeezed in little by little.

The nose is filled with strange smells: fishy, ​​water wet, hot air, engine oil, coconut milk, Tom Yum soup, and body odor.

My body was shaking, not the kind of shaking of a car, rippling left and right, as if it was on the boat...

On board?

Zong Hang was shocked and sweated coldly.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

The eyes were swollen, the world was narrow and blurry, and a big grim face swayed in the blur.

Zong Hang tried hard to recall what happened.

It seemed that someone kidnapped him, and the car rushed over. As soon as the car door opened, he grabbed him in and ran away again. He struggled and shouted "No ice", hitting an old punch on his face, and he was unconscious.

Then...just be here?

No, it seemed that I had woken up briefly in the middle. At that time, the hangover had not yet subsided and my consciousness was blurred. I heard someone ask him: "Where is your dad?"

He replied in a daze: "You're at home."

...

What's wrong with Zong Bisheng? Is it the enemy his father got involved in when he invested in Cambodia?

He was roughly aware of it. He often acted in movies, and this is called paying off the debts of the father and the son.

Zong Hang wanted to sit up, but suddenly a sharp ray of coldness was pressed on his face.

It was the man with a grim face who took a fruit knife and gestured on his face.

Zong Hang desperately shrank his face back: "Oh, don't, don't..."

Because of his wealth, Tong Hong specially sent him to attend a lecture on "How to deal with kidnapping" and the lecturer summarized three "try to do as much as possible": try to cooperate, try to show weakness, and try to find opportunities to escape.

Those who die first are all arrogant, and rabbits are taken into the wolf's den. Don't think that you can turn the world by baring your big teeth and whispering your rabbit's legs.

Every sentence is about Zong Hang's heart. Of course, he should try his best to cooperate, otherwise what should he do if he is beaten? He is most afraid of being beaten.

Just like now, if a kidnapper is unhappy and draws flowers on his face, his skin will be ruined in his life and he will not be able to get back plastic surgery.

The man laughed and patted his face with the blade, which was so scared that he almost got upset: "Cow, I'm so scared."

As he said that, he stood up and stabbed him to a watermelon on the table next to him.

The melon was ripe and slammed it, and it cracked from the ripples to the bottom. The man didn't use a knife to bite the knife in his mouth. He broke the watermelon into four or five pieces with his hand, and handed it to the people around him.

Zong Hang looked up tremblingly.

This is a fishing boat, not big, with wide sides, with thick canvas on the top and a sunroof. The back of the boat should have a diesel engine, so the speed of the boat is OK, dadada all the way forward.

The cabin was messy and everything was available. The empty instant noodles barrels and beer cans rolled all over the ground. There were three people on the boat except him. The one who broke the melon was a Chinese, and the remaining two seemed to be Thai.

Because the Thai accent that makes people feel soft and soft, it is so recognizable.

Outside is a big lake, with the sun being fierce, and water on all sides. The water is full of dazzling white light. After watching it for a long time, it makes people dizzy and terrifying associations, fearing that they are tied to stones, thrown into the middle of the lake with a thud and cannot float up again.

The three of them ate melons in big mouthfuls, but they didn't care about it. The juice flowed all the way down the corners of their mouths into their necks. I don't know who started, so they spit out the melon seeds at Zonghang. The remaining two followed suit and treated him as a trash can.

Soon, Zong Hang was dripping with juice on his head and face.

He secretly told himself to endure it, and then asked in a stuttering manner: "Do you want money?"

The lecturer said that we should try to "establish contact" with each other, and friendship is from scratch.

The man who broke the melons threw away the melon skin, licked the juice on his hands, and asked him with a smile: "Who doesn't want money?"

After saying that, he looked up straight ahead.

Zong Hang subconsciously looked forward.

Small black dots began to appear in the distance, like someone sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds on the lake.

The ship was getting closer and closer, and Zong Hang finally saw it clearly.

This is another water village, but it is larger in scale, with dilapidated boathouses and tall buildings, like a sudden water hamlet.

The man who broke the Gua picked up the broken fishing net at his feet and covered Zong Hang's body: "It's useless to shout for help, don't believe it, try it."

Everyone in the fishing net had big fists. It was obvious that he had no scruples when using this thing to cover him, and he was not afraid of him being seen.

Fishing boats sailed into the village and walked through the buildings and houses. Sometimes the river channel was too narrow and could jump into someone's house by jumping in one span.

He saw a bathtub floating beside the boat, and the naked child curled up in the bucket and was sleeping soundly;

I saw vegetable leaves, plastic bags, bottles and cans on the river surface, floating garbage dumps, with blood mixed in many places, which were the internal organs that were cut out after the live fish were slaughtered;

You can also see the faces of the people on the boat, mostly Southeast Asians, either fierce, rough, dull, numb, and turn a blind eye to the fishing boats and are not curious.

Soon, the fishing boat stopped.

This is a group of residents, composed of more than a dozen houseboats and high-rise buildings. It is different from the residences that have just passed by. It can be clearly seen that these houseboats are all in groups - there are pedals and ladders in the houses, and there is a platform exposed to the water at the edge, growing vegetables and double as a wharf.

Several women were squatting on the side of the platform to wash their clothes. The two Thais jumped onto the platform first and dragged the fishing boat with hook rods.

After the boat stopped, the man who broke the Gua grabbed Zong Hang's vest and dragged him up: "Let's go and send you father and son to reunite."

Father and son reunite?

Zong Bisheng...was also arrested?

Zong Hang stumbled and was pushed away by the man, his mind was in a mess.

Zong Bisheng was also arrested, what about Tong Hong? He would cry even if he was not scared to death. What a grudge he had to arrest together? Also, these kidnappers could beat people. Is Zong Bisheng beaten? He is so old and always pampered, so this punch goes down...

Although there are conflicts between father and son on weekdays, it is an internal conflict. Zong Hang suddenly felt his blood rising, his eyes turned red. The moment the locked door was opened, he almost rushed in with his legs spasms.

In the dark corner, stand up alone.

When his eyes touched each other, a sentence flashed through Zong Hang's mind.

Although Tong Hong taught him not to swear words and to use polite words since he was a child, he still wanted to say-

My God, your whole family has 18 generations of ancestors!

This man is old man Ma, and the horse is Yuefei.

***

Yi Sa stood by Chen Tu’s houseboat and ate rice noodles.

In the morning, she went to the deep lake to put the black ghosts in the depths of the lake. The more complex and strange the water flow, the better.

After putting the black ghost, I came to find Chen Tu first. The black ghost dived for several rounds, and the feathers were wet. I stood at the stern of the boat and hung with wings wide open. Its wings were about one meter long, like a black sail with a bulging wind, very imposing.

Chen Tu went out to collect the bill and had not come back yet. The helper Li Zhenxiang, whom he hired, knew that Yi Sa had not eaten yet, made her a bowl of Vietnamese rice noodles with pork bone soup, and sprinkled two green mint leaves into the soup, which tasted very special.

While eating, Yi Sa watched Li Zhenxiang come in and out.

She is from Vietnamese, in her forties, has an ordinary appearance, a flat face, likes to work barefoot, and has dark and thick legs.

Li Zhenxiang brought a basin from the kitchen. The basin was filled with pig lungs. It seemed that she was going to feed Along and Ahu.

Yi Sa wanted to watch the fun with her.

At this moment, the sound of engines sounded behind me - in this village, the boat has such a large horsepower, not too much.

Looking back, it was indeed Chen Tu's ship.

Almost every family in Fu Village has a boat, and Yi Sa also has it. The smallest and simplest kind, floating on the water like a slender leaf. Chen Tu once buried her and said that this broken boat was equipped with a motor, just like a mangrove wearing a golden flower on his head, which really ruined the motor.

In fact, this motor is a plug-in power-up propeller, a second-hand one, equivalent to less than 500 yuan - such a cargo can be compared to a golden flower, which shows how cold the ship is.

In contrast, Chen Tu's ship is much larger, made of fiberglass and has strong power because it needs to purchase goods. Every time he drives at full speed, the large splashes of water aroused at the stern of the boat are like the pom pom tail of a big white rabbit.

As he approached, Chen Tu slowed down his boat and moored: "Isa, I met Ma Jiu on the way, he didn't know that you were back, and said that a young man came from outside, who came from home, his surname was Ding, and he asked him to find you. I couldn't figure out the situation, so I asked him to take the person to me first."
To be continued...