When I was in middle school, one autumn morning, I walked alone on a country road to school, it was time for dinner, and there was no one on the road quietly. There are six or seven miles from home to school,

When I was in middle school, one autumn morning, I walked alone on a country road to school, it was time for dinner, and there was no one on the road quietly.

There were six or seven miles from home to school, and when I was halfway to the road, a man came from afar and walked towards me. As I approached, I saw that the man was more than a meter and eight meters tall, with a bald head, a beard, and no clothes. In order to resist the cold, the body was tied with the kind of plastic film in the field, the waste plastic film, all rotten, piece by piece, wrapped in rope, no shoes on the feet, feeling like a fugitive.

I walked forward with a hard scalp, rubbing shoulders with him, and my heart pounded with fright.

If he tried to hurt me, he would be like a chick. There was no one in the circle, even if I ran, I couldn't run him, and no one could hear him.

I didn't dare to look him in the eye, praying in my heart that nothing would happen, and then we would walk safely with our backs.

I didn't dare to look back at him, for fear of irritating him, for fear that he would come after me in remorse.

That experience was so frightening that I still remember it vividly. #Luoyang around the children ##冬日暖阳999 #