Chen Xing walked to the place where he was standing in front of the traffic sign, the hole was still there, and Chen Xing hugged the super high pillar and threw it in.

From a certain point of view, Chen Xing is also a loyal believer of Brother Dali.

Miracles are made vigorously.

"That, thank you, saved my daughter. The black woman hugged her daughter and cried for a while, before she remembered that she hadn't thanked her daughter's life-saving benefactor, and hurriedly pulled her daughter behind Chen Xing.

At this time, Chen Xing was still busy hugging the pillar and going to the cave.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just a matter of hands. Chen Xing finally put the pillar in, it looked okay, not much different from before, that is, there were two deep handprints on the pillar, Chen Xing turned around and looked at the black mother and daughter.

"Brother, thank you. The little black girl thanked Chen Xing, and the soft and glutinous voice made people almost melt.

Chen Xing naturally looked at the little girl with a smile.

It's just that when the little girl stretched out her hands to hug Chen Xing, Chen Xing instinctively took a step back.

If any of his joints were not controlled, the result of this little girl might not be much better than being blown up by a landmine.

To be on the safe side, Chen Xing smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, then let's go, thank you. Seeing that Chen Xing refused her daughter's hug, the black woman didn't think much about it, and pulled the little girl away.

The little girl suddenly forgot the danger she had just encountered, and walked up and down, as if she was not at all in danger of her life.

Chen Xing looked at the bouncing little girl and shook his head, how can this heart be a bit similar to him, Chen Xing turned around and walked towards the pickup truck, this is going to be late for delivery today.

"Ah Xing, that pillar seems to be crooked. The black driver standing next to Chen Xing looked at the traffic sign, and it was obvious that it was crooked.

Chen Xing turned his head to look at the pillar, heh, it was really crooked, probably because his two palm prints were too deep, and they all made the pillar crooked, Chen Xing walked back, put his hands on the pillar and twisted, the metal traffic sign pillar was like made of mud, and it was bent over.

Chen Xing took a few steps back after straightening the pillar, looked at the pillar and felt that it was quite upright and walked back to the pickup truck, he had to work hard to get into the car, otherwise the car would be broken up by him.

Chen Xing's breaking of a metal pillar startled the black driver like breaking mud, what was the situation? He looked at his arm, and then at Chen Xing's arm.

It's almost rough, doesn't it make sense?

The black driver, who was full of doubts, decided to try it himself, came to the pillar, put his hands on Chen Xing's handprint just now, gritted his teeth hard, and the pillar was crooked, and he didn't even move.

Motionless.

I tried my best to feed again, and found that the pillar was still not moving.

The black driver turned around and whistled to the pickup truck as if nothing was going on, confirming that Chen Xing had not seen what he had just done.

It's a shame.

Chen Xing slowly climbed onto the cargo box of the pickup truck like an old man, leaning on the edge of the cargo box and curled up together, no different from an old man basking in the sun.

The black driver returned to the driver's seat and drove south in the old pickup truck.

A few hours later, the pickup truck pulled up to an island, and it was clear that there were more buildings and people to see along the way, and that it was not just the local blacks, but also many whites and yellows.

It has only been more than a decade since Angola stopped fighting and began to rebuild, and it is this island that can be said to be the country's more complete and developed tourism industry.

Mssulu Island.

Surrounded by water, the island has some of the best sandy beaches in the country, and the island is lush with coconut, papaya and mango trees, a tropical landscape where the summers are long and long.

Chen Xing looked at the pedestrians and buildings around him, even though he had seen them many times, he still felt that it was very flavorful.

The buildings along the route range from modern holiday villas to African thatched cottages of various shapes.

The old pickup truck is parked next to a small pier, the island of Msulu is long, and there are several small islands that are completely separated from the mainland and must be reached by speedboat.

Chen Xing picked up the rope that tied the pile of wood with one finger, and slowly and carefully disembarked from the cargo box of the pickup truck. He didn't dare to put these pieces of wood under his arm, if he did, he would definitely not be able to control them, and he would just clip them to pieces.

That's a terrible look.

The black driver got down from the driver's seat and looked at the faltering Chen Xing, he really thought that this buddy who was transporting goods with him was a mystery, a yellow man spoke a strong local ethnic language, and his usual behavior was like an old man with mobility obstacles, but his strength was still great, so big that it was surprising.

The key is that you can't help him when you see him faltering, and if you do, you may fall to the ground and break a few ribs.

Don't ask how black drivers know.

To ask is to fall.

Chen Xing carefully carried the bundle of wood down from the cargo box and waved to the black driver.

"Gone. ”

"Yes, call us. The black driver nodded and gave Chen Xing a little change.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand to the black driver, and the black driver put the money in Chen Xing's hand, he had long been used to it, Chen Xing never took money from others, only spread his hand and let people put the money in his hand.

Chen Xing took the money and waved to the black driver, and got on the speedboat to the small island that separated it from the mainland, which was the terminal for his goods, and this cargo was the bundle of wood he carried.

Chen Xing sat on the speedboat slowly, and gave the change in his hand to the person who drove the speedboat, these people also knew Chen Xing, and Chen Xing had been delivering goods for several months.

"I'm on the island again. The speedboat pilot took the change from Chen Xing's palm and chatted with Chen Xing.

"Well, we have to deliver again. Chen Xing grinned.

"It's been selling well lately. The speedboat pilot smiled and glanced at the wood in Chen Xing's hand.

Chen Xing smiled slightly, "This thing is just a few hundred more financial crises, and it will also sell well." ”

While the two were talking and laughing, the tourists filled the speedboat, and Chen Xing lowered his head among the tourists, and the blue cap covered his face, and no one paid attention to him. Tourists don't care about the lone yellow man, except for the occasional sweep of his face under the blue cap.

I would be surprised that this ordinary-looking and even a little sloppy-looking person would have such beautiful and handsome eyes.

Everyone was seated, and the speedboat driver started the speedboat after collecting the money, and sailed to the island not far away.

Chen Xing just looked at the waves of the sea, for him now, the sea is a lot less mysterious, less strange, more like a familiar old friend.

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