At the highest point of the Badaling Great Wall, the mountain is high and the wind is urgent, sweating, and under the blowing of the mountain wind, it is cool and comfortable. Think of hundreds of years ago, here the beacon fire and wolf smoke, the iron armor is strong, and a heroic spirit is born from the heart.

More than 20 years ago, there was also a person from Mazui Village standing in the same position, with a mighty body standing in the wind, looking up to the sky and laughing.

Mazui Village, Jiangzhou, Tianjing, he walked step by step along his road, although he did not have his chic and heroic posture, it can be regarded as vigorous and full of twists and turns.

It doesn't matter if this road is right or wrong, there is no way back to get to this point, and there is no room for hesitation, only to go on, unswervingly go on, and it doesn't matter what the result is.

Han Yao inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lu Shanmin's eyes, and couldn't help but feel a burst of curiosity and surprise, the man in front of him was at most twenty-four or five years old, not much older than her, but his eyes were very complicated, there was a kind of vicissitudes that had gone through the vicissitudes of the sea, there was a kind of heroism that looked at the mountains, and there was a kind of indomitable perseverance, which completely surpassed the purity that he should have at his age. Although this kind of look has never been seen among peers, the elders in the family, her father, grandfather, uncle and uncle all have more or less such eyes, but they are all in high positions for many years, and he is still so young.

Lu Shanmin turned his head and smiled at her, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, looking a little silly.

Han Yao rubbed his eyes, and felt that his smile was a little obscene.

"Look again, gouge out your eyeballs".

Lu Shanmin turned his head, "You remind me of a friend."

"Female"? Han Yao asked in a ghostly manner.

"Right".

"Very beautiful"? Maybe it was out of a woman's instinct, Han Yao asked subconsciously.

"She can't be described as pretty".

Han Yao cut off, "Trick up."

Lu Shanmin smiled, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Han Yao.

Han Yao frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Take a picture of me, the first time you climbed the Great Wall is worth remembering."

Han Yao reached out and took the mobile phone, and glanced at Lu Shanmin with contempt, "Turtle."

Han Yao took a few steps back with her mobile phone, looked at the smiling Lu Shanmin from the camera, and suddenly found that this person's smile was very clean, as clean as a crystal clear stream, she didn't understand how a person's expression could change so quickly, sometimes like a frivolous prodigal, sometimes like a hero who would be the top, sometimes like a mountain child who was not stained with dust, faster than a chameleon.

"Have you seen enough?" Lu Shanmin asked jokingly.

Han Yao bit her lower lip and glared at Lu Shanmin, no matter how well you perform, you are still a scumbag. Quickly pressed the shutter and threw the phone to Lu Shanmin.

Lu Shanmin reached out and grabbed it and pressed it a few times on his mobile phone.

Han Yao's mobile phone immediately rang, and when she took out her mobile phone, she saw that it was an MMS message sent to her by Lu Shanmin, which was the photo she had just taken.

"Who wants your photo"!

Lu Shanmin put his mobile phone in his pocket and walked down slowly, "Keep it, maybe this photo will become an unforgettable memory for your life."

"Scumbag, megalomaniac". Han Yao quickly clicked the delete button, and Yu Guang saw Lu Shanmin's back, and hesitated for a while and didn't press it down after all.

Lu Shanmin looked at the red leaves on the mountain, and couldn't help but sound the red leaves of that year again, and muttered, "If she is here, she must let me compose poems again."

Han Yao pursed her mouth in disbelief, "Even if you are like this, you can still write poetry."

Lu Shanmin frowned slightly, "I actually have some experience in writing poetry, poetry is used to express the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the inner world, and the beauty and ugliness of all affairs in this world, so writing poetry is not exclusive to poets, it can be written by anyone."

Han Yao snorted lightly, "I heard you say the truth, then you can listen to it."

Lu Shanmin took a deep breath, raised his head, and opened his arms slightly, sensing the thickness of the sky and the earth, looking at the endless Great Wall and the maple leaves all over the mountains.

"Ah, the long Great Wall, so long, so long"!"Ah, red leaves, so red, so red"!

Han Yao, who was picking up the mineral water bottle to drink, squirted out, coughing violently, choking on tears.

"You, you,".

Lu Shanmin did not turn back, as if immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, and muttered: "It has grown to the end of the earth, and it is red to the edge of the sky."

Han Yao wanted to scold, but when he heard the last two sentences, he subconsciously looked at it, and in the red of the mountains and fields, the Great Wall stretched out in it, blending at the edge of the sky at the end of the earth, and he couldn't distinguish between heaven and earth. This poem is not a poem, but it has a bit of artistic conception, there is a kind of long-term thinking of heaven and earth, and the lonely vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, she had the illusion that this guy was really a poet, even if he didn't have the talent to write poetry, he still had the feelings of a poet.

Lu Shanmin turned his head to look at the tears on his choked face, and said in surprise: "Huh, I was so moved that I cried"?

Han Yao suddenly woke up from the artistic conception of the poem, "You are also called poetry, and you are not even as good as the vernacular."

Lu Shanmin shook his head helplessly, "Okay, I only have a primary school diploma, and I admit that I can't write poetry."

"Liar"! Han Yao wiped his eyes and walked down angrily.

"I'm really an elementary school graduate."

The two of them returned the same way, and it was much easier to come down from the Great Wall than to climb the mountain. When I came, I didn't feel it, but now when I look down, the tourists who come and go are densely packed, occupying every position on the stairs of the Great Wall.

In the crowd below, there were two middle-aged men in their thirties and forties, one on the left and one on the right, on both sides of the stairs of the city wall, the two of them did not have the fatigue shown by climbing the Great Wall, their eyes were bright and burly, Lu Shanmin was not worried about someone assassinating him, no matter who it was, it was impossible to kill him with one blow in such an environment, and he noticed these two people when they came, it should be the bodyguards that the Han family secretly sent to Han Yao.

Han Yao shuttled through the crowd, obviously not knowing about these two hidden bodyguards.

Lu Shanmin pretended not to find out, crossed the two of them with Han Yao, and walked towards the bottom of the Great Wall, and the two middle-aged men behind did not follow immediately, blending in the crowd from afar, pretending to enjoy the scenery.

As soon as he walked down the Great Wall, a familiar bright bald head appeared in the field of vision, and Liao Yong and three or four people were standing at the foot of the Great Wall.

Lu Shanmin pouted behind him, grabbed Han Yao's wrist and sped up his steps towards the station not far away.

Han Yao instinctively wanted to get rid of it, but Lu Shanmin lowered his voice and said, "There are bad guys following us."

As soon as the words fell, there was the beating and scolding of Liao Yong and the noisy voices of the tourists behind him, and the upper and lower entrances and exits of the Great Wall were chaotic, blocking the people up and down and making it difficult to move an inch.

Han Yao glanced back, half-convinced.

Lu Shanmin pulled Han Yao to the bus stop quickly and hid behind the billboard at the station.

Han Yao got rid of Lu Shanmin's big hand, "Scumbag, you just want to take advantage of me, how can there be any bad guy to follow, you are the bad guy."

"Shhh", Lu Shanmin stretched out his index finger and put it on Han Yao's lips to signal her not to speak, and the two middle-aged men ran into the bus stop at high speed, stopped a bus that had started and ran up.

After the bus drove away, Lu Shanmin took Han Yao's hand and got into another bus.

"See, I didn't lie to you, I found out that those two people have been looking at you."

Sitting in the car, Han Yao was afraid for a while, "They, why are they following me, I, I haven't offended anyone."

Lu Shanmin patted the back of her hand comfortingly, and sighed, "Who told you to be beautiful, I just saw a news yesterday, a female college student has always found her body in the sewer, defenseless and bruised, that miserable."

Han Yao's lips trembled, her face turned pale, and her eyes were full of fear.

Lu Shanmin smiled comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."