Chapter 48

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"Erlang Mountain, how high is it. Ancient trees and barren grass are all over the mountains, and boulders are full of hills; The sheep intestine trail is difficult to walk, and the Kang-Tibet traffic is blocked by it.

Erlang Mountain, even if you are ten thousand feet tall. The People's Liberation Army, the iron-clad Han, is determined to build that highway to Tibet. Don't be afraid of the wind blowing, not afraid of the snowflakes, get up early and go to bed late to endure hunger, all of them are in a high mood, open mountains and build bridges, and build roads and heroes.

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Master Chen's bold singing voice echoed in the deep valley, Xie Xingxing could only climb and climb slowly, feeling that this mountain had no end, and after climbing for a long time, it was still an endless mountain range.

More than 20 kilometers of long uphill, tattered 318, and the national highway. It can be said that for every one or two meters of progress, the road surface collapses in 10 to 20 centimeters. Xie Xingxing's speed is maintained at about 20 kilometers per hour, which is not much slower than some normal vehicles. There is not a single large truck that is not overloaded and overloaded.

Erlang Mountain perennial ice and snow, heavy rain, dense fog, debris flow, landslides continuously, resulting in frequent traffic accidents in this section of the road, frequent road breaks, plus 3/4 of the year for rain and snow weather, transportation is extremely difficult. Erlangshan Highway has many bends, steep slopes, narrow roads, and many vehicles entering and exiting, so collisions and overturns occur from time to time. Especially in winter, when the ice layer turned from snow is more than a foot thick, and the road surface is slippery, accidents are more likely to occur. There is a saying that "the car passes through Erlang Mountain, like entering the ghost gate, and if you are lucky not to overturn the car, you will have to freeze for three days." ”

When the sky was drizzling, Xie Xingxing had already climbed nearly twenty kilometers, but he still couldn't see the end of the uphill slope. It has been more than two hours since Tianquan, the road is getting harder and harder, and the slope is getting steeper and steeper.

"Happy, do you want to take a break when it's raining?" Nie Bing, who had been following the photo, took advantage of the fact that there were few vehicles coming and going, and shouted to Xie Xingxing in a relatively gentle place.

"Then you ride that point, we are not in a hurry." Beiqi Ji

"No, just work harder and go to Yaya, and try to rush to Luding for lunch as planned. Besides, the mountains here are high and the roads are dangerous, and there are so many passing vehicles, and there is no place to rest. Xie Xingxing replied slowly, took a sip of water and began to speed up again.

"Then you ride slowly, we are not in a hurry." The BAIC Jeep quickly overtook it, and Nie Bing shouted as he passed by Xie Xingxing, but Nie Bing was quickly attracted by Erlang Mountain in the drizzle and mist, and photographed the mountain that seemed more mysterious in the mist.

The drizzle lowered the summer heat, and the clouds blocked the scorching sun, so that the slippery road surface did not become an obstacle for Xie Xingxing to accelerate to the top, and finally rushed to the highest point of this section of the road before 10 o'clock.

And different from the rainy road, the other side of the mountain is a very magical clear sky, everyone got off the car to enjoy the beautiful Erlang Mountain, looking at the Dadu River from afar.

"Happy, why are you working so hard?" Nie Bing didn't rush to take pictures with the camera like Zheng Yan, but walked up to Xie Xingxing, who was pouring mineral water into the kettle, and asked softly.

"Actually, I came to the Sichuan-Tibet line to challenge my own limits, and the intensity just now was far from enough." Xie Xingxing tightened the kettle and turned around to lean on the car, picked up the mineral water bottle with half a bottle of water left and took a sip before replying.

"Why? Your physical fitness has long exceeded the limit of most ordinary people, do you still want to get stronger? Nie Bing now has a very strong curiosity about the big boy in front of him.

Xie Xingxing turned his head and looked at Nie Bing seriously, only to find that this girl was so charming, and she was definitely a peerless beauty who was not inferior to Zhong Yaqing and Li Xiaoyi.

White sports tight short sleeves, black collar and sleeve hem, delicate cut, look small and exquisite, handsome stand collar shows beautiful collarbones. The light blue leggings make the thighs more slender, and a pair of red sneakers are simple and elegant. Wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera in his left hand, the sun shining brightly. Her wheat-colored skin looks very sunny and healthy, and her delicate earlobes are adorned with two silver-white hoop earrings. Although the facial features are not as delicate as Li Xiaoyi, nor are they as enchanting as Zhong Yaqing, but these not very outstanding facial features together constitute a very unique and harmonious beauty.

"Beauty, it's not necessarily a good thing to have such a strong curiosity about a man." After unconsciously comparing the girl in his heart with Nie Bing in front of him, Xie Xingxing replied a little bullish.

"Oh, if it's not a good thing, what bad will it be?" Nie Bing raised his eyebrows and asked sharply.

"What if this man isn't a good guy?"

"There's also an idiom called moths to the fire."

"That's self-defeating."

"I'd love to."

Just when Xie Xingxing was about to be overwhelmed, a motocross motorcycle stopped next to Xie Xingxing's bicycle.

"I'll go take a look." Xie Xingxing, who had been saved, fled a little embarrassed and fled from Nie Bing, whose aura was getting stronger and stronger.

"Giggle~" Seeing Xie Xingxing walk a few steps, and hurriedly come back with two kettles and don't leave, Nie Bing couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"Hey, what are you doing, that's my car." Xie Xingxing saw the motorcycle man in front of him spinning around his bicycle for a while, and then going up to test ride it, and reminded in a not very good tone.

"Sorry, I'm a BBC reporter, my name is Joe Bush, it's the first time I've seen a bike like this, and I can't help but want to try it." While introducing himself in proficient Mandarin, this motorcycle man took off his fully enclosed safety helmet to reveal his true face, and he was actually a handsome foreign middle-aged uncle.

"Qiao Ye Bush? I'm still the president of the United States, how could a BBC reporter come to this backwoods? Xie Xingxing's tone became more and more unkind, and he put the kettle on the bicycle while staring at the gringo.

"I'm British, I have nothing to do with the American president, I'm really a BBC reporter, you wait for me to get my press card and passport." As he spoke, George W. Bush took off his backpack and unzipped it to retrieve something.

"Happy, it's okay." Nie Bing also stepped forward and asked.

"This gringo says he's a BBC reporter named Joye Bush."

"The President of the United States?" Nie Bing was also surprised.

"Hello, beautiful lady, this is my ID, along with your government-issued press permit and special press card." Qiao Ye Bush showed his credentials to Xie Xingxing.

"Sir, I can take a look." Nie Bing stepped forward and asked.

"OK, give."

"Happy, what's wrong?" Master Feng found out about the situation, shouted as he got out of the car, and took a big wrench in his hand.