The rising sun in the east swallowed up the last ray of moonlight, and the sky gradually brightened.
A few wisps of smoke rose from the farmhouse in the distance, and the surroundings were very quiet.
The second brother suggested going to the village to get some food. Song Zhijun was already so hungry that his stomach was churning. He thought for a moment and said, "No, this place is not safe. We have to leave quickly." Then he pulled the tall man up and disappeared into the light morning mist like a stray dog...
On a railway, a freight train loaded with coal was roaring towards Wuhan.
When the train was about to cross a bridge, it slowed down. Song Zhijun, the second and third brothers hurried out from the bushes, and with their last bit of strength, they clambered onto the Mercedes-Benz carriage...
Just before the train arrived at the station, several people jumped off the train at a bend.
Because the car was going too fast, after Song Zhijun landed, inertia caused his body to roll several times on the high slope of the roadbed. His head hit the rock with a bang, bleeding profusely, and he fainted on the spot.
The second child also fainted. Ten minutes later, another freight train passed by, and the rumbling sound of the wheels woke the second child up.
He staggered to Song Zhijun's side, and seeing that his eyes were closed and his face was covered in blood, he thought he was dead and slapped him twice in the face.
"Hey, don't die! Are you dead?"
Song Zhijun slowly opened his eyes and felt a piercing pain in his forehead. His face was sticky and a salty smell pierced his nose. He knew he was injured.
He propped himself up and sat up, lowered his head and gasped for breath. After gasping for a while, he reached out and tore off a piece of his clothes, wiped his face a few times, threw the bloody cloth on the ground, and stood up staggeringly.
The three men walked along the railway towards the city, pried open the door locks of two houses along the way, changed into stolen clothes, and pocketed 120 yuan in stolen money.
Then, take a bus to the city.
After the three of them had finished their meal, the third brother asked.
"Brother, what should we do next?"
Song Zhijun replied, "Now that we're out, let's do something big. There's money on the train."
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