The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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Lin Wanwan fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside. The ground was full of weeds and branches. She finally came across a large bush to stop her, but her leg hit a stone and suddenly felt a burst of pain.

Lin Wanwan subconsciously hugged her calf. Her internal organs seemed to be displaced and her head was dizzy. She closed her eyes and lay there for a long time. Finally, her head was no longer dizzy, and the pain in her calf was still so clear. She tried to stand up, but to no avail, and it hurt even more. Based on her experience, it should be a fracture.

There were also some large and small scratches on her arm. She frowned and felt very desperate.

Lin Wanwan sat on the ground, surrounded by plants. When she looked up, she saw towering trees covering the sky. This might be the most intimate contact she had with nature.

"Is there anyone here? Help me." Lin Wanwan tried to shout for help, hoping someone would pass by. She called several times, but there was no response.

In the silent forest, there were only the sounds of insects and birds. Maybe there would be some wild animals. It was scary to think about spending a night here.

But her legs were like this now, and she couldn't walk at all.

*

Song Zhi had just returned from Hongguang Plastic Factory, which mainly produces plastic sandals. Summer is here, and the demand for sandals has increased. In order to save expenses and increase profits, they recently developed a new plastic recycling technology to recycle large quantities of polyvinyl chloride waste plastics.

Song Zhi has a wide network of contacts. A friend in Beicheng happens to work in a factory that produces plastic products. The waste and defective products produced every day are basically treated as garbage, and some of them are polyvinyl chloride plastics. Although the amount is not large, it is considerable when collected every day.

Song Zhi asked this friend to help him store these recyclable waste materials, and then find someone to load them and take them to Hongguang Plastic Factory for recycling. He can earn more than 100 yuan per truck. Excluding the labor and transportation costs of more than ten yuan, the income is still considerable.

However, this job cannot be done for a long time. The more people know about this way, the more people will participate, and the money that individuals can earn will decrease. It's good for Song Zhi to earn some money for food now.

Lin Wanwan comes to his house every two days now. It happened to be today. When Song Zhi passed by the supply and marketing cooperative, he bought two strings of candied haws. There were also various cakes next to them, but they looked worse than those made by Lin Wanwan.

The reason why Song Zhi is so obsessed with candied haws is because he saw her eating candied haws on the roadside a long time ago. The pink and tender girl bit the candied haws with a bulging mouth and a satisfied face.

The picture is very clear in his mind now. She seems to have a magic that makes people happy when they see her happy.

Song Zhi also bought her some last time, but he didn't see her eat it. What a pity.

Grandma Song was sewing shoe soles in the sun at the door. Her eyesight was not very good and her movements were slow.

Song Zhi returned home, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "Grandma, if your eyesight is not good, don't do it. It's very tiring."

He took out twenty yuan from his pocket, as well as some grain coupons and cloth coupons he had exchanged, and gave them to Grandma Song.

Song Zhi started giving money to his family to help with household expenses when he was sixteen, but he never gave so much. Grandma Song was worried: "Where do you get so much money?"

Song Zhi simply said to her: "Didn't I say last time that I would go to my friend's place to collect a batch of goods, turning waste into treasure, this is earned."

Grandma Song finally accepted it with peace of mind. He was smart, but he just didn't want to find a stable job. She didn't force him to do it. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and she couldn't control so much.

Song Zhi came in and swept the kitchen, and now looked around the house again to make sure that Lin Wanwan was not there. The wall clock showed that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. According to the usual time, she should be here making cakes now, otherwise she would be late.

Grandma Song saw through his thoughts, "Wanwan said hello to me at noon and said she would come over in the afternoon, but I don't know why I haven't seen her yet. Maybe it's hard to pick dates?"

"What dates?" He hadn't heard Lin Wanwan talk about this before.

"Wanwan said she wanted to make sour date cakes, so she went to the mountains to pick sour dates first."

Grandma Song was used to this. There were abundant wild resources in the mountains, and people would go to the mountains to find game every few days when they were hungry.

Song Zhi was not calm. Of course it was not safe for her to go to the mountains. She was not one of those wild children, and she was so beautiful. What if she met someone with bad intentions? She would definitely be scared.

Song Zhi got up quickly. "I'll go find her."

Grandma Song saw how nervous he was, smiled and shook her head.

Song Zhi walked too fast and was almost hit by a car on the road.

Dadong was driving his father's car, which he borrowed for a rare ride. When he saw someone crossing the road without looking at the road, he almost wanted to curse him. But when he looked closely, he saw that it was their boss. Dadong stopped the car, stuck his head out of the window and called him.

Song Zhi originally wanted to borrow a bicycle, but this one was just right: "Are you free? Give me a ride."

Dadong nodded, so Song Zhi asked Dadong to take him to the mountain. He had also picked sour dates on the mountain and knew the exact location.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the two went up the mountain together. Dadong also learned some of the situation in the car. As soon as he got off the car, Song Zhi ran up the mountain. He was tall and long-legged, and he ran fast, and soon left Dadong behind.

Dadong was panting, and he couldn't figure it out. Why was he so anxious? Besides, that woman was the one who had molested the boss in public. The boss should not have taught her a lesson, but instead worried about her safety and came to find her in person.

He couldn't figure it out, and the only thing he could think of was that beauty misled people.

Dadong: "Boss, wait for me."

Song Zhi had already arrived at the date forest, but he didn't see anyone. There was a cloth bag on the ground, and the sour dates inside were spilled.

Many images suddenly flashed through Song Zhi's mind, such as she was killed, kidnapped by bad guys, chased by wild boars...

Lin Wanwan seemed to hear the sound of people talking, and she was alert in an instant, shouting loudly: "Is there anyone, save me."

Song Zhi heard it, this is Lin Wanwan's voice. He pushed aside the grass and walked down: "Wanwan."

Lin Wanwan saw from a distance, it was Song Zhi, her eyes suddenly became warm, how could he always appear when her life was threatened, in her last life and now.

"I'm here." She said.

Song Zhi slid down the slope and soon reached Lin Wanwan's position. Seeing Lin Wanwan like this, his heart ached. He had a lot to say. He wanted to ask her why she came to such a remote and rugged place, whether she knew it was dangerous, and why she was so careless.

However, Song Zhi didn't have the heart to blame her. He was so distressed that he didn't have time to ask, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Wanwan nodded aggrievedly, "It hurts." She hurt everywhere.

Now was not the time to chat. Song Zhi understood her injuries and just wanted to send her to the hospital as soon as possible, "I'll carry you down."