"What are three gold and one wood?"

"Gold ring, gold necklace, gold earrings, and Mulan scooter."

"I'll also give you three pieces of gold, one piece of wood, and a gold ring. No," said Little Oil Hammer, "I'll give you a diamond ring, a big diamond."

"When will you send me off and where will you send me?"

"Look there." He pointed to a shining star in the sky.

She smiled: "What about the motorcycle?"

"You close your eyes and I'll make it happen for you. I know magic."

She closed her eyes.

He kissed her.

After getting married, Xiao Youchui and his wife ate pickles for three months in a row. The pickles were called Jerusalem artichokes, an underground fruit that bloomed with yellow flowers in the summer. After his son was born, life became even worse. He began to

He stole bicycles and resold them. His unlocking skills were not very good. Sometimes he would walk on the street holding a bicycle. Once, he was caught by someone while stealing, and the person wanted to send him to the police station.

, he stabbed the man severely with a screwdriver and fled home.

That night, it was snowing heavily, and a chicken was simmering on the stove at his house. His wife and son were sitting on the bed watching TV.

As soon as he entered the house, the police followed him. He resisted arrest, but was arrested anyway. He was put in jail and soon escaped. He began to commit crimes across the country, stealing, robbing, and selling drugs. He met on the train

Cuban, and introduced Cuban to his drug trafficking boss. The police waiting in ambush near his home left and came one after another, from Henan, and from Jilin. Stations, docks, squares, and even

There is a wanted poster posted on the telephone pole in front of his house.

Xiao Youhui was almost caught several times. For example, in the summer of 1999, he hid in the twenty-first wheat stack on the wheat field. The police who were chasing him gave up after searching only twenty wheat stacks.

As Xiao Youhui listened to the footsteps gradually walking away, a terrible thought flashed in his mind: Surrender!

During the years of being wanted, Xiao Youhui initially lived in fear, and finally lived in longing. He felt that he would be caught sooner or later, and he even looked forward to that day coming soon.

Every once in a while, he would sit on the train and take a look at his home. He could only approach it in this way, although the moment of proximity was fleeting.

Now he was staring out the window in ecstasy. In half an hour, he would be able to see the small yard of his home. He remembered the night he left home, when the snowflakes were flying, the fire was blazing, a chicken was stewed, and his wife

It made his son giggle. He could never forget this scene for a long time. When he took a deep breath during the days of running away, he could smell the aroma of stewed chicken. The chicken had been stewed for many years. The home should still be the same, nothing has changed.

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Opposite the little oil hammer sat an old man in military uniform. The old man had been observing him for a long time.

"What happened to your hand?" the old man asked.

"It's okay," Little Oil Hammer's hand was wrapped with a bandage. He raised his hand and said, "It was scratched by the glass."

"It looks like I'm going to spend New Year's Eve on the train. I'm going to see my son. How about you? Who's at home?"

"I have a wife," Xiao Youhui replied, "and a son who is 4 years old."

Perhaps in order to kill the loneliness of the journey, the old man began to talk endlessly about the New Year customs in his hometown and some trivial things about his children. We often meet this kind of respectable but boring old man. Xiao Youhui was initially willing to

He was just a listener, but later he became impatient. The old man showed no intention of shutting up and started talking about his early days as a soldier. Finally, he asked Xiao Youhui: "What do you do for a living?"

"I said I was a wanted criminal, do you believe it?" Xiao Youhui said in a joking tone, "Murder, arson, and commit all kinds of evil."

The old man was taken aback, and his attitude immediately changed. He looked at the long-haired young man in front of him and said: "I don't think you are a good person, you are not a murderer. To be honest, I can knock you down with one punch. I

I'm not afraid of you. I'm not old yet. I'm only 73 years old. I'll grab you by the collar like a chicken and throw you to the police. But I won't do that because I look down on you. Really, you probably are.

Have you done any bad things? You should turn yourself in. Of course, before turning yourself in, you can go home and have a look. After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Look at your wife and children. Your wife is the first one to wake up in the village every morning, and she is the first one to wake up at night.

The last one to go to bed, he has been in the field all day, unable to carry a sack of corn but still has to carry it. Your son wanders around, no one cares about him, no one asks him."

Little Oil Hammer stopped talking. This was probably the first time in his life that he was thinking.

The old man continued to ramble: "It is not easy for a woman to raise a child. Your son eats better than a cat, but worse than a dog. This is because of the price. Spare ribs are more expensive than fish. As for you, I look down on you.

Seriously, you are a coward. When you walked through a kindergarten, you heard many children laughing and playing games. What was your son doing at that time? He was crying. Children are all little birds, but

Your son never sings. Other children have toys, stuffed bears or cartoons. As for your son, he can only use urine and mud, or pile sand, put leaves in the smelly ditch and watch them float away. Now, others

At home, we eat dumplings stuffed with pork and celery, or with mutton and carrots, but as for your wife, I bet you, she eats dumplings stuffed with cabbage, maybe chopped ham and sausage, the kind that costs a dollar.

A root of ham sausage. Where is your son, sucking his fingers next to him, extremely greedy? You said you are a wanted criminal, are you kidding me?"

Little Youhui turned his head out of the window and saw his home. The courtyard was still peaceful, and a child was playing under the poplar tree in front of the door. Tears immediately came out and blurred his vision - he recognized that it was his son.

He quickly wiped away his tears and stood up to pack his luggage.

"What, you should get off the car at the front, right?" the old man asked.

"No, I'm going down now. I can't wait for another minute." After saying this, Xiaoyouhui climbed up on the table and squatted at the window. Because there was a small station in front of him, the train was not moving very fast. He observed it first.

He wanted to jump to a pond next to the railway track. There were withered reeds and lotus leaves beside the pond. But when he jumped, his clothes got caught on the hook on the window and he fell.

He broke his leg on the gravel laying the railway track, broke several ribs during the roll, and then rolled into a pond.
Chapter completed!