When I was in junior high school, the school was in the town, separated from my family by a village. From home to school, there is a fairly wide rural dirt road. The dirt road is very high, and beside it is a large pond. The uphill slope of the pond is a graveyard. People who died in nearby villages are usually buried here.

The cemetery is quite old. There are new tombs and old tombs; there are ashes and those buried in flesh; those made of cement concrete are also made of piles of loess. Those old graves that are in disrepair often collapse a corner here, a hole is exposed there, and the wild dog can still hold a bone out from time to time.

One day after school, Biaozi and I were left by the teacher to punish the station because of not writing the homework, plus additional homework. It was already winter, and it was dark soon. When the toss was enough, it was already dark. We were afraid that our family would be scolded by the family too late. When we left the office, we pulled our feet and hurried home.

When I walked to the cemetery, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I just spent a long time in the teacher’s office and wanted to pee for a long time, and ran for a while, which was even more uncomfortable. I stopped by the cemetery, shouted Biaozi, wait a minute, my urine is urinating, you can’t come. Biao waved his hands impatiently and said, quickly.
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I looked up and looked around and found that there were people walking on the dirt road, and it was not very good to urinate blatantly. The only thing that can be blocked is the cemetery. I dig in and find a grave to block it, and prepare to spread. I suddenly discovered that the grave had collapsed and a hole was exposed. When I was curious for a while, I took off my belt, took out the words, and urinate comfortably towards the hole.

The weather is very cold, and when the breeze blows, the face is cold and the hands are cold. Hot urine pours on the ground, and immediately a mist rises. A cold wind blew through, and I couldn’t help but violently fought a cold war, and I was confused for a while. I quickly packed my pants and went home with Biaozi.

The next morning, while I was still having breakfast, the second egg of the village came to my house and waited for me to leave. At that time, I had already taken the third day of junior high school, and the school was very strict. The village is far away from the school, we always get up at 4 or 5 o’clock, eat and prepare to go to school. In the winter morning, at four or five, it was still dark. Our brothers in the village always go to school in groups of three or five. Either you wait for me, or I wait for you. It’s just that we always went to the village’s second egg house to wait for him, or to gather at his house, never seen the second egg wait for us. It’s strange that the second egg came to wait for me today.

It’s strange to be strange. I still finished the egg fried rice with three or two bites, grabbed the schoolbag and left the house with the second egg. I said we will wait for others. The second egg said, no longer waiting, I have to copy homework, go first.

It’s still early, like the night, the darkness is dark and there is no light. weFlashlight, follow the road underfoot. The light of the flashlight seemed lonely and weak in the darkness, especially when we walked out of the village and walked on the dirt road, that light became a lone lamp in the vast ocean. The winter morning was extremely cold. My hand with a flashlight was so cold that it was like a flashlight made of iron. I couldn’t help but erected my collar.