Chapter 287

He leans against the door and slides down slowly. He sits on the floor, bleeding everywhere.

At the moment, he was just like a wounded beast, and all the tyranny in his nature disappeared. A person has nothing to be afraid of. What is terrible is the lack of faith. His mobile phone rings again. He can't remember how many times his mobile phone rings. Every time he seems to be able to drag him back from hell, but he hates this reality and is willing to go back to hell.

What's the difference between reality and hell in the days without Canoe?

Feng Ziyan is still immersed in grief and can't extricate herself. Lu Qingzhou has already driven the car out of the city. She just wanted to move out on the spur of the moment. She really went out of the door and didn't even know where she was going. In addition to subconsciously driving along the spacious road, there is no concept of where to go.

She didn't know how long she had been driving. All she knew was that the cloudless sky suddenly rolled up layers of dark clouds, which were occasionally mixed with a few flashes of lightning. The roaring thunder made the boat tremble. The hand holding the steering wheel was shaking. The sky was getting darker and darker. The time on the navigation display was only more than 3 p.m., but the sky was as depressed as it was almost evening.

Lu Qingzhou was a little flustered when she saw the rolling black clouds piled up one after another, as if they would come down at any time. Looking in the rearview mirror, the dark clouds behind the car also came down one after another, and the sky seemed to collapse everywhere. The land and light boat pressed hard on the accelerator and rushed forward.

The more she drove forward, the more sparsely populated she felt. There were only four words on the route displayed on the Navigator - nameless road section.

Lu Qingzhou had a feeling that she wanted to cry without tears. She wanted to turn around and was scared by the thunder and lightning. She continued to step on the accelerator to drive forward. On the right side is the mountain road, and on the left side is the cliff. Looking at the dashboard of the car, she saw that there was not much oil left, so she had to look at a path by the mountain and drive in.

There is always a way to find people, in case of heavy rain landslide, just don't say go back, life may be gone.

Lu Qingzhou was driving along the mountain path. Finally, she saw a bamboo house looming through the woods. There was a road paved by fallen leaves in front of the bamboo house. She quickly stepped on the gas and drove directly in. The car staggered up the slope. After several bumps, she came to the bamboo house. Lu Qingzhou stopped the car and opened the door. She saw that the bamboo door was closed, He reached out and knocked at the door first.

"Anybody?" The light boat calls softly, and the door doesn't move.

"Is anyone there, please? It's going to rain. I want to come in and take shelter Lu Qingzhou opened her voice again. This time, she knocked on the door. As a result, the door shook and opened a crack. It turned out that the door of the bamboo house was hidden. There was a bed and some simple daily necessities in it. Although the furnishings in the house were simple, they were tidy and tidy.

It can be seen that this may be the residence of the forest keeper. Suddenly, a gust of wind came in and made the door creak. The boat was startled and reached out to close the door. The room was suddenly dim. Lu Qingzhou saw a light hanging from the roof, and a thread fell down along the light. So she stretched out her hand to pull it, and the room suddenly lit up.

Lu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief. I really didn't expect that this kind of place could be electrified. But after all, it's the 21st century, and the life of forest keepers can't be too hard. Otherwise, who would be willing to do such a lonely and little money thing?

The boat sat quietly on the bed. There was not even a stool in the hut. She looked around and could hardly see anything valuable. There is also a suite in the hut. The suite is a small kitchen. She didn't eat at noon. After driving for such a long time, she was a little scared and felt hungry. So she went to the kitchen to find out if there was anything to eat.

There are two media stoves in the kitchen. On one stove, water is burned with the waste heat of media. On the other stove, an aluminum pot is placed. Lu Qingzhou steps forward to open the pot on the stove. There are two steamed buns in it. There is a bowl of hot soup under the steamed buns.

"Bang!"

In front of a thunder, Lu Qingzhou's aluminum pot lid almost fell to the ground. The only window in the small bamboo house blew in a gust of wind again. Under the dark clouds, big water droplets slanted down, and the bamboo house was crackling. Lu Qingzhou quickly reached out to close the window and shut the wind and rain outside.

"Who's in there?" A female voice suddenly sounded outside the kitchen. Lu Qingzhou didn't expect someone to come in. He quickly put the pot cover back to its original place. She came out of the kitchen. The door of the bamboo house had just been pushed open. A wet woman with silver hair came in and said that it was not too much for a woman. The man's hair was white, but his face was not old.

"I, I'm a passer-by, come in to take shelter from the rain, and leave when the rain stops." Lu Qingzhou's face was red. She felt like a thief.

"Is the car outside yours?" The woman has a kind face, and doesn't seem to be difficult to get along with.

"Well. There's no more oil. " Lu Qingzhou nodded. At this time, her stomach growled, and her face became more red.The woman looked at her up and down for a while, and her nervousness began to ease: "are you lost? Here is the mountain under the bag of rich people, specially for bamboo, dozens of miles away from the city. Usually, no one comes. Why do you come here? "

Lu Qingzhou twisted her hands and bit her lip. She didn't know how to explain to her that she was fighting with her husband and ran out. Her stomach was purring again. The woman seemed to react suddenly, put down her things and said, "you are hungry. I have something to eat in the kitchen. I'll get it for you."

"No, auntie. I can see that there are only two steamed buns in it. They should be your lunch or dinner. You can't eat them after I eat them." How could she eat her ration?

"Steamed bread is made by myself. Every week I take my boss's car to the city supermarket to buy daily necessities for a week. Don't worry. I'll steam a few more after eating. I'm afraid you're not used to eating these coarse grains." The woman's voice was gentle, and her face was kind and kind. She could not hear any irony in her words, but sympathized with Lu Qingzhou.

"No, no, how can I dislike your steamed bread? And I'm not a rich girl Lu Qingzhou's eyes were dim when she said this. When the woman saw her expression, she immediately felt that she had said something wrong. She quickly said, "little girl, don't get me wrong. I don't mean that. You young people just like to think too much, and I don't have much to say. You go to bed and sit down. I'll take steamed bread and soup, and you'll have a cushion first."