At the northernmost end of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains, there are notoriously poor mountains and bad waters, a village that has never appeared on the map, Qinglong Village. As for the origin of the name of the village, even if you ask the oldest generation in the village, it will make the group of guys who rely on the old and sell the old every day scratch their heads.

At the back of the village sat a young man in his twenties on an old wooden stake in front of the mountain road, and in the sunset, this guy who had been stunned for an unknown length of time remained motionless, like a statue of failure.

The sun was setting, and the young man smirked without warning, and his mediocre face had a different flavor in his smile, with a little mockery, a little self-deprecation, and a little bit of femininity, which was incompatible with this rough mountain.

The young man jumped off the stake and stretched, and although his exposed arms bulged out of deformed muscles, his body could not get rid of the word thinness. It's strange to say, after so many years of wind and sun in this poor mountain, this young man's skin is sickly white, a little weird, but for a village that knows this young man's background, none of them feel strange, and even wish that this sister and brother would die soon, twenty years, thirty years, for this village that does not know the heat and cold, this sister and brother are always outsiders.

The closest to this nameless mountain, the farthest from this famous village, a simple thatched hut, a small yard, maybe this is the most shabby place in the entire Qinglong Village, but it is also the most difficult place in this poor mountain and bad water, a qiē is attributed to a woman, a twelve or thirteen-year-old in the ice and snow to pick up dry firewood, a small brother who is five years younger than himself doing manual work to grind blood blisters, a girl who used to be the most watery in Qinglong Village, was destroyed by the life of this son of a bitch and became a woman with a yellow face.

The young man walked very slowly, and was notoriously slow, sometimes stopping for hours for a few unknown wildflowers, so almost all of the people in the village, except for a few fools, thought that there was something wrong with the brain. As for why this sick son named Zhao Kuangran likes wild flowers, perhaps only he knows.

"Sister, I'm back." Zhao Kuang pushed open the wooden door indiscriminately, smiling harmlessly, but if he knew that this guy was a fierce man who dared to fight hand-to-hand with the wild boar and black blind man on the mountain, no one would think that this smile was cute.

"Chaozi, Uncle Dao just came and said that he saw a tiger in the mountains." A plainly dressed woman laughed. This woman is Zhao Kuang's sister, Zhao Xuemei, a seemingly gentle but stubborn woman who makes people feel distressed. It is also the only weakness of Zhao Kuangran, who is used to wolf-hearted dogs, in Qinglong Village, you can point to his nose and scold his mother, you can say that he is a monghel, a waste, or even a livestock in the mountains, but as long as he touches this guy's bottom line, he may climb over the wall that night and use that sharpened not ordinary sharp earthen knife on your neck. All in all, Zhao Xuemei is the most watery woman in the entire Qinglong Village and even in this radius of dozens of miles, but his younger brother is a madman who is desperate and has outrageous combat effectiveness.

"Listen to that guy's bragging." Zhao Kuang laughed and scolded. Uncle Dao is a "cultural person" in this almost isolated village, as for what this "cultural person" represents, it is just that he has been in junior high school for half a year in a nearby county town and knows a few big characters. However, this rare "cultural person" is still a bachelor in his thirties, which has become the most troublesome thing for Zhao Kuangchao since he was a child.

If the snobbish Wang Lame is the last to see this sister and brother, then Uncle Dao is the only person in the entire village who does not treat this sister and brother as outsiders. Zhao Kuangran's somewhat obscene-looking uncle will come to the scene eight times a day since he can remember, and he will fight to the death with the bastards who flirt with his sister in the neighboring village like a cockfighter, sometimes Zhao Kuangran will think about it, in fact, it is not bad to think that this man who can tell some big truths that he has not heard of is not bad as a brother-in-law.

Zhao Kuang came back to his senses and found that he had lost his mind again. Zhao Kuanglan also tried to correct his problem of being easily distracted, but after trying a few times to no avail, he allowed himself to be treated as a fool by others every day.

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and Uncle Dao, a frequent customer of rice, stepped on the meal again, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and no one regarded the guy in the village as an outsider.

"Chaozi, follow me up the mountain tomorrow, today I went to the mountain to see the footprints of the tiger when I saw the covers, maybe it was the elusive guy again, obediently, I didn't dare to touch it alone." Uncle Dao's mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, and he pointed his fingers.

"Don't brag just yet, swallow your mouthful of stuff." Zhao Kuang laughed and laughed, he didn't care about Uncle Dao's fiery gaze at all, the most taboo thing about Uncle Dao who had no temper was that others said that he was not in front of Zhao Kuangchao and his sister, of course, Zhao Kuangchao was an exception.

Uncle Dao swallowed hard, but he was choked half to death, but fortunately, Zhao Xuemei poured half a glass of water for Uncle Dao.

"Messy, don't look at your sister, learn more from your sister, no big or small all day long." After taking a sip of water, Uncle Dao began to act as a blessing again.

Zhao Kuangran looked helpless, looked at his sister, and smiled. Being poked in the back, no matter how hard it is, or there is no so-called future, but as long as you can see his sister's smile, it is enough.

"What are you laughing at?" Uncle Dao was confused by the laughter of the two.

The strange sister and brother were still smiling, and finally even Uncle Dao, who didn't know what to do, laughed too.

The next day, the two men really went up to the mountain, the so-called relying on the mountain to eat less and rely on the water to draft, this life in this poor and poor water and hot land, although like a rotten toad sitting in a well and watching the sky, but this largest forest in China can teach a person how to survive, how to face a black blind man, how to live.

At the same time, three off-road vehicles entered this inaccessible land, Hummer H2 begins, the middle is an uncommon Wrangler, followed by the Range Rover, the formation belongs to the standard of the second and third lines of the Beijing-Tianjin circle, but the discerning person will definitely be dumbfounded when he sees the pass and license plate of the Wrangler and Hummer H2. But when it comes to this kind of place where birds don't, no one can recognize the doorway, Qinglong Village is like the water surface broken by stones, not calm, the three monsters that appeared out of thin air, even the most well-informed village chief in the village, Liu Blind, rubbed his eyes very much, and looked vigilantly and excitedly at the group of people dressed in colorful clothes who got off the car.

A group of seven people, in the eyes of Blind Liu, none of them are the masters who can be offended, and he has not done enough to be the village chief of Qinglong Village.

"Boss Zhuo, there are really Siberian tigers in this place." A white and innocent young man who came down from the red wrangler frowned. The young man is 1.85 meters tall, although he looks delicate, but because he is often in the gym, he is not a weak student, and he exudes a kind of aggression, and there is a feeling of eating all ages.

The burly man with the national character face in the lead ignored the young man's complaints, but looked around, and finally pointed to the blind man Liu who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

Blind Liu shuddered, hunched his waist to meet him, facing this burly man, Liu Blind felt more difficult than facing the county magistrate.

"What is this village called?" The man asked, his voice deep.

"Qinglong Village." Blind Liu said tremblingly. The current Liu is blind, how can he still have the posture of the village chief, facing this group of brightly dressed young people, he has no bottom in his heart.

The man was stunned, he couldn't imagine that the word Qinglong could pop out of this remote and backward place, and several men aged twenty-five or sixteen behind him were also chuckling.

"Are there any tigers in the mountains?" A man in a black tracksuit behind the man asked, seemingly full of disdain for the blind man Liu, who was low-browed and pleasing to the eyes.

Blind Liu nodded habitually, and shook his head like a rattle, he was not a fool, he knew what the wild Siberian tiger represented, although the few flying and domineering people in front of him were even more terrifying than the black blind man.

The cynical young man was amused, but he was glared at by the burly man, and he stopped chirping with a fat man with glasses beside him.

"Don't worry, we don't have the courage to fight wild Siberian tigers, but we just have fun going up the mountain." The burly man seemed to know what the blind man was thinking, and gave the cautious village chief a reassurance, and muttered a few words to the man beside him who had been silent, completely looking like he was going up the mountain with his bare hands.

Liu Blind wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he has seen a lot of tough people, but like this, he has only seen one person in his well-informed half of his life, the madman of the Zhao family.

"Boss Zhuo, I won't go up this mountain with the panda." I muttered to the somewhat obscene fat man for a long time, and the cynical young man muttered.

The man surnamed Zhuo just nodded lightly, and inadvertently said don't cause any trouble. Only the youngest Qingxiu man in the group quipped, "Liu Sheng, we came all the way from Tianjin, and we really can't even go up the mountain?" ”

"I'm pure and accompany Boss Zhuo on a tour of the mountains and rivers." Liu Sheng smiled awkwardly, but the arrogance in his bones has not diminished at all, even for Zhuo Lianhu, the core of this line, Liu Sheng can't be convinced.

Qingxiunan talked to Liu Sheng a few more words, and Zhuo Lianhu was already moving his body, looking at the rolling mountains and forests. For him, life is no longer about how much money he makes, how many faces he slaps, or how many women he plays, but just letting himself do some stupid things that others may not understand.

In the admiring gaze of Liu Blind, the group went up the mountain without knowing the depths.

When he couldn't see Zhuo Lianhu's mountain-like back, Liu Sheng smiled unscrupulously. If it weren't for Zhuo Lianhu and those two people he had to woo, he wouldn't have come to this kind of ghost place if he was killed, and he wouldn't have squeezed into this strange circle with low eyebrows.

"Liu Shao is looking for some fun?" The panda looked at Liu Sheng with a lewd smile, and Liu Sheng showed a stinking smile to the panda. After more than ten days of going over the mountains and mountains, I can suffocate the difficult brothers and sisters who sang this night, and finally found a place with a lot of people, although it is a little rough, but it is a kind of flavor.

Liu Sheng waved his hand at the blind man Liu, who was still carefully hunched over, and also muttered a few words to the blind man, and the blind man Liu's expression was a little hesitant, but after Liu Sheng took out the stack of red money, the blind man smiled as bright as a chrysanthemum in the blink of an eye.