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I deliberately rolled a pumpkin down from the top of a bare mountain. It ran, whistling in the wind, until it hit the back eaves of my house before stopping, revealing its pink flesh. My mother's two lips were like a carpenter's plane, scraping my body hard from a distance. At the same time, she picked up the rotten pumpkin, chopped it into dices, and poured it into the iron pot in the kitchen to cook. Let's get straight to the point. Ravines, cliffs, mountain ridges, mountain roads, mountains, mountain valleys... They stretch endlessly. I hate the Wumeng Mountains that I can never get out of, and those Wumeng pigs that never seem to have enough to eat. Wumeng majestic walking mud pill. I swear that one day, sooner or later, I will trample Wumeng Mountain under my feet and behind me like the Red Army trampling on mud balls, and never come back.

After Wu Ju came out of the agency, he walked around the market again. As I was carrying a few small green vegetables home, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Wu Ju, the well is on fire? It's urgent!" When he turned around, he saw his old classmate Yan Deyang. He was wearing a police uniform and looked very powerful. Wu Ju was very happy: "It's you! You look so energetic, have you been promoted?" Yan Deyang was still working as a policeman in a mountainous police station. His wife was from the city and worked in a bank. Later, she thought Yan Deyang could not be transferred to the city, so she left. Fortunately, the child and his wife were there, otherwise, he would have had to take the child into the mountains to study. Wu Ju said, "You're okay. You still have a house to live in. I'm taking my children with me and I don't even have a house. I'm like a refugee."