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The Strange Story of Makino Chapter 4 Like I Smell The melon shed on the side of the road


I have a close friend who I have known since childhood when we were playing in the compound of the geological team.

After graduation, he still works in the geological survey department.

He is not out in the wild for a few days throughout the year.

He goes to mountains, deserts, and forests everywhere, and outsiders Maybe I envy this kind of work, but it is actually very hard and boring, and it is not easy to even find a wife.

When I met him during the Spring Festival last year, he told me an interesting thing.

It was summer and he was driving an off-road vehicle on a business trip to Inner Mongolia around Chifeng.

On the way, the air conditioner of the car broke down and the air was emitted.

The poisonous sun made people thirsty and dizzy, so they had to stop on the roadside and wait for dark before leaving.

There happen to be large melon fields on the roadside.

In remote areas of the countryside, there are very few passing vehicles.

Therefore, it is not as commercialized as in big cities where you almost have to pay to even take a breather.

The folk customs in the countryside are still very simple.

There is an unwritten rule in the local melon fields.

The owner often sets up a hut and places a few low tables and benches for passers-by to rest.

It was a day when the sun was blazing and the people were sweating like rain.

People who were thirsty and tired after walking on the road would go to the melon fields and thatched huts to enjoy the shade and eat melons.

As long as you said hello, the owner would not take any money.

No matter how much you ate, no money was required, but you were allowed to eat but not allowed to take it. , you have to pay according to the price when you take it away, and after eating the melon, you have to keep the melon seeds.

The melon farmers keep them as seeds.

My buddy and a few fellow travelers were eating melons and resting in such a place.

We sat under the shade and listened to the chirping of cicadas.

We ate a few pieces of crispy watermelon to quench our thirst and relieve the heat.

Not to mention how comfortable and comfortable we were.

Relaxing is more leisurely and enjoyable than sitting in an air-conditioned room drinking iced drinks.

People who have never been to a melon field will never imagine this feeling of being close to the fields.

The owner saw a big watermelon in the melon field.

It was plump and cute.

He was afraid that it was almost ripe, so he picked the melon from the seedlings and carried it into the melon shed for everyone to eat.

Unexpectedly, when he put the big watermelon on the table and raised his watermelon knife to cut it, the melon seemed to come alive.

It rolled off the table to the ground and rolled towards the high field ridge.

Everyone was very surprised.

Under the leadership of the owner of the melon shed, they rushed up and held down the watermelon.

They raised the knife and cut it into two halves with a "click" sound.

Only then did they realize that the flesh of the melon was gone.

A large centipede three fingers wide was coiled inside the melon skin.

When everyone looked at it, the centipede hidden in the melon had been cut into three parts by a watermelon knife.

There were more than ten stones the size of a small fingernail in the belly of the centipede.

It was gray and without any luster.

Later, I heard someone say that the thing was called "centipede".

"Pearl" is a calculus in the body of a centipede.

It can avoid heat and poison and cure gout.

I regret very much that I didn't find Guapenglao to remove my shame

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