Finally the dreary atmosphere on the airship was replaced by Elena. Belle broke.

"Don. How about you take a look at this piece of mine? ”

Flying in silence all the time, except for the monotonous sound of the engine, almost everyone was thinking about their own thoughts. When Elena. Once Belle had finished the meticulously crafted sketches at hand, the silence could no longer be maintained.

"Well, not your Norman. Is Prince's painting good? Oh come on, I'm just a hobby, do you think I should compare myself to him? ”

Speaking of Norman. Prince, this guy came to China, and when the war ended, he probably thought he had done his duty to help his friends, so he didn't stay in the army.

He began to pursue his own business, and he was also a painter who was very popular with the people of Kotoshima City. At present, his own solo exhibition has been held twice. It was here that he fulfilled his desire to become an artist.

"Wouldn't you do better if you liked it?"

Elena. Belle put the sketch aside.

"Not everyone can be da Vinci!"

But isn't there really any essential difference between each person? Doesn't that come down to the level of effort? ”

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"Well, it's not bad, at least it's much better than me!"

The helpless look on Tang Yunyang's face seemed to be coaxing a chick who had become a little silly because of love.

"Are you still worried about Meiling's safety?"

Tang Yunyang smiled a little helplessly, when he and Elena. After Belle breaks through the friendship and goes one step further, in a way, he will be more tolerant of her bad temper.

"Do you think I should worry about the safety of the magistrates? You know that in this country, if the 'official website' of these officials is not eradicated, then it ......"

Elena. Belle stared at Tang Yunyang and interrupted him.

"We're talking about Meiling's life and death, haven't you forgotten Tang, she's my student!"

While he was talking, the wireless telegraph operator on the boat sent a telegram to Dai Li, he signed it casually, and then took the document until Tang Yunyang was in front of him.

"Sir, Miss Belle I think I can solve this problem!"

Tang Yunyang and Elena. Belle stopped talking, and the two of them looked at Dai Li.

"Sir, we just received information that Miss Xu Meiling is not dead, she was rescued!"

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————————————————————————————————————— time goes back to that night.

Not only did the windswept valley sweep away the blood-smelling air, but soon after, the valley fell for the first spring rain of the spring.

The silent spring rain is like life-saving nectar that passes through the thin layer of soil and moistens all life.

As the spring rains become more and more intensive, the dirt roads of the mountain road become muddy and slippery.

Every time I stepped on the pillar, the water under my feet "snapped". He wasn't as stupid as the city guys, and his feet were always on the young grass that was just starting to sprout on the side of the road. This way, in addition to the shoes on your feet will get wet, you will not slip due to the steepness of the mountain road.

Who was the pillar, and what was he doing in the middle of the night in this deserted mountain?

He, he was a "charcoal worker", a charcoal worker. Because of his work, he lived in the depths of the mountains all year round, lonely with wild beasts. Today, he carries a basket on his back, covered with some salty salt and flour under the sack sheets.

Life in the mountains made it easy for him to walk at night. Although the lantern he was carrying in his hand could not shine far in the night rain, he was not worried about encountering any wild beasts, because his "tiger" was not far ahead.

"Huzi" is his partner who lured the wild wolf in the mountains with a she-wolf dog, and the dog is their best companion for those who live in the mountains. With wolf blood in his veins, the Tiger looks taller, burlier, and much more courageous than other dogs. Even when it is fierce and fierce, when it is opposite to the wild wolf, that fierce energy can make the wild wolf give it some face.

"Woo......"

In front, his tiger suddenly made a threatening "guttural sound", which surprised him slightly, and the shotgun hanging on his shoulder slipped into his hand.

"Huzi...... Huzi ......"

He put the gun on his shoulder before calling out, knowing that in this new year, there are often some big guys in the mountains who have been hungry for a winter run out, and they may sometimes take the initiative to attack people.

This shotgun is still a new thing he bought today, this shotgun called "Ray 1919", but it is a replica of the Remington Model 870 shotgun, which is specially supplied to hunters who have registered in the city police station or because of professional relations, people in need. I have long been tired of using the pillars of the old-fashioned earthen spear, and I have just exchanged a few winter to the fox skin.

The bullet belt around his waist also saved him the trouble of medicine gourds and flints.

However, the obedient "Huzi" did not return to him, and he couldn't help but hold the horse lantern high in his hand. The other hand held his "seven-shot shotgun" and slowly leaned forward.

But when he saw what kind of danger the "tiger" was facing, he, who had grown up in the mountains, had his hair standing on end, and an unprecedented fear firmly grasped his heart.

In the light of the lantern, he saw a pile of new soil. Judging from the color of the soil, it should have been not long after it was just made. Of course, the sight of a pile of what looked like a new grave didn't make the pillars nervous, and the mines over there often buried dead people near it. He hadn't even touched it, but he had never cared about it.

Therefore, it is not that he is nervous when he sees a new grave on the night of the spring rain, but that he is stretching out a hand there. Under the light of the lantern, this hand was washed clean by the cold rain of the spring night. It was so delicate, and it was so delicate that just one glance at the pillar could tell that it was not the hands that the girls in the mountains would have.

As a man in the mountains, the pillar will not be afraid of any wild beasts. If it were a bear, then the pillar would have been happy with the harvest. As a man with a new shotgun in his hand, the pillar will not be afraid of any bad guys, and if he wants to bully people, then he is also willing to try the power of the shotgun.

But it was this good-looking branch, and the hand that came out of a new tomb did frighten him. His hair stood on end under his straw hat, and his feet were pressed to the ground as if by something, unable to move.

In the light of the horse lantern, the white finger was bent, as if it was a ghost claw. But how is the ghost claw, from the aesthetic point of view of the pillar, this must be an extremely beautiful female ghost.

Huzi on the side looked at the master curiously, as if he didn't understand that he was frightened by something. Think of a man who is never frightened by a wolf, a bear, or any other wild thing, with his mouth half-open, his gun in one hand, his eyes wide open, and his whole body trembling in the spring rain.

Suddenly, Huzi shook off his fur, and it was not a good thing to get a little rain on a rainy night. The animal's instinct causes it to shake the rain off its fur, so it is not easy to get sick. Then he called out to his master, as if to remind him that it was time to hit the road.

But at this moment, something happened that finally made the pillar understand. The hand, which had been washed white and quiet by the increasing rain, suddenly stretched out.

"This is a living man, this is a living man who is not dead yet!"

Like all the simple mountain people, the pillar that came to its senses did not fear any more. After all, the elders said that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. So, no matter what happens, people still have to be saved.

What a miserable sight he saw when he hurriedly dug away the dirt, which had not even been completely soaked by the rain. Buried in it is the body of a little girl, and judging by her dress, she should be a girl in the city.

And her body just covered the dirt for the adults below, leaving a certain space for her mouth and nose. Even on her pretty face, there wasn't much dirt.

When the cold rain soaked Xu Meiling's clothes that had been buried in the grave, when she was dragged out of the grave, the great pain of the wound and the cold rain became her life-saving stimulus.

The twitching of the nerves caused her heartbeat, which had been slow due to lack of oxygen, to re-accelerate, and the severe pain also made her body react violently.

Due to the increase in blood supply, she regained consciousness, and although she was unable to move due to severe injuries, she saw the light and saw hope for life.

In the haze, she saw the person who saved her slump to the side, his mouth wide open and panting.

"Help me...... Help me......"

In this way, in this rainy night full of misfortune and luck, Xu Meiling wandered on the verge of death once. Although her injuries were severe, although she almost died of suffocation in that mound. But that didn't stop her from explaining her identity to the rescuers before she fell into a coma again.

"Help me, I'm a reporter from Qindao, I'm Tang Yunyang's ......"

Before she was about to fall into the question of whether she could wake up again, Xu Meiling was able to feel glad that she thought of Tang Yunyang again, and in a trance, she was still thinking about the conclusion she had reached not long ago.

"Only by building a country under the rule of law can we make things like these black mines never appear on the land of the Chinese Federation, so maybe losing my life is a worthwhile thing! It's a pity ......"

What is a pity? Let's talk about it in the next chapter!

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