Uh, I can't write about it today

Sitting in front of the computer and scratching my scalp for a long time, no rut

I was hit a little brain-dead by a piece of news, and my brain was a complete mess, brothers, forgive me

Take a day off and adjust the first chapter: WTO accession

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heavenly Court Chapter 1: Accession to the WTO

Longitude 89.35 E, Latitude 35.33 N.

The western part of the empire, the Kunlun Mountains, a snowy night.

The road is steep, the wind and snow are flying, and at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, there is snow everywhere you look.

A rugged path already covered in snow winds its way up the snowy slopes of the mountains, lonely and bleak in the night and snow.

The road is narrow and steep, like a ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and this already slightly exaggerated slope, not to mention covered with snow, even if the whole road is not muddy, is enough to make a person in his right mind stand at the foot of the mountain and look intimidating.

The seventh day of the first month.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the early morning was approaching, in the lonely mountains, on the path, a person stood alone at the foot of the mountain and watched for a long time, and then began to climb the mountain along the path.

"Squeak"

The heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, the footsteps were not light or heavy, and they seemed to control every bit of their physical strength well, and they went up unhurriedly, leaving a series of footprints on the dark and slippery road behind them.

The mountaineer was dressed in a black trench coat, with a slender figure, and an angular face, but he looked extraordinarily young, twenty-two or three years old, handsome, but not the kind of beauty that makes women become when they see it, but a kind of hardness and perseverance full of manly taste, which is impressive.

In the wind and snow, he tightened the windbreaker on his body expressionlessly, pursed his lips, climbed the mountain without saying a word, and walked around one corner after another along the path, moving in the direction he identified.

A cold breeze blows.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young mountaineer who turned a mountain peak again stretched out his hand casually, touched a handful of snow water on his head, and was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly raised his head, and looked up with cold and gloomy eyes.

On a snowy slope that was neither high nor low in front of him, an old figure did not know when it had appeared there, dressed in a Mao suit, with his hands behind his back, smiling at the mountaineer, his eyes were peaceful.

It's just a very casual standing, but it seems to exist forever, and in the wind and snow, the old figure is completely integrated with the mountain and the snow.

Two eyes containing two extremely opposing emotions met in mid-air.

The young mountaineer's body shook slightly, the gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he stood in place for a long time before he bowed down lightly, and shouted in a hoarse and dry voice: "Second Master." ”

"Xiaocao, haven't you been back for too long, so you forgot your way home? The direction you are taking, you can't reach the Heavenly Court, at most you can only take a look from a distance. ”

The old man in the tunic chuckled, his voice was not good, but it had the vicissitudes of his age, and there was a trace of desolation and atmosphere that seemed to come from Kunlun Mountain.

The young mountaineer, known as the grass, was sluggish in the wind and snow.

Heaven