There was a knock on the door outside three times, "Miss Ji is here." ”

Before she finished speaking, Ji Da Mei broke in directly.

"Who is this, no wonder the door is still closed, it turns out that there is a little beauty hidden inside......" She unintentionally swept the picture scroll on the table, but her face did not change at all.

"Since you have friends, that's it, we'll see you tomorrow!" Mu Yuhan didn't like this sexy and bewitching woman looking her up and down.

"Good! Tomorrow the train station will be rounded. Song Yang didn't want to say more.

When I entered the station the next day, it was okay, although there were many people, but I didn't need to climb the window to get into the carriage like a few years ago. The two entered with the large group and quickly found their place.

Sitting opposite sat two women, one woman was hurrying to knit a sweater, and the other was a young woman holding a child of seven or eight months.

The yarn maker did not forget to give the child a face, and said with a rattling smile: "The ears are close to the brain, the blessing is not small, and I can have a great future in the future!" ”。

The young woman smiled and said, "When you grow up, you can buy a suite in the city and marry a daughter-in-law, and that's it!" ”

Song Yang gave a silent thumbs up, showing that he was so level.

Suddenly the child cried, and the young woman hurriedly lifted her clothes and gagged them in the child's mouth.

As a result, the child was still crying vigorously, and the experienced woman who tied the yarn reminded, "The milk/water has not come out, so you have to squeeze it." Tell you a recipe, it will work, go home and buy a few pig's trotters, put them together with soybeans and peanuts, cook soup and drink, and the effect of milk promotion is the best. ”

The young woman leaned sideways against the car window, her clothes were lifted a little higher, and she gently rubbed a few times and squeezed a few times harder, but she didn't see the milk come out, and then she changed another one and squeezed it a few times, but it still didn't.

Although the woman tried her best to cover her body, she could see everything she should see, Song Yang's eyes were straight, and then she glanced at Mu Yuhan who was sitting next to her, compared to others, the little girl was still a little tender, especially her breasts.

She has never been in this kind of green car, and her eyes are also spent, she didn't expect a woman to be so bold. Actually, this is a common occurrence on the train.

"Blinded?" She pinched Song Yang's thigh under the seat with one hand.

"I'm pure, okay, people are breastfeeding." Song Yang leaned over and said into her ear.

The heat blew into her ears.

"Seems a little bigger than yours, though?"

"Bastard!" She stared at Song Yang viciously, eager to eat him.

Unexpectedly, the young woman on the opposite side pinched too hard, and squirted out all at once, spraying directly on the opposite side, coincidentally, it happened to Mu Yuhan's side face.

Song Yang was stunned and controlled his expression and didn't dare to laugh, this was simply too embarrassing.

The woman hurriedly stuffed the nai head into the little guy's mouth again, and this time, the little baby sucked heavily and stopped crying all of a sudden.

Time seemed to pause for a moment.

The young woman hurriedly took out a handkerchief and gave it to her, and said, "This...... I'm really sorry. ”

Mu Yuhan licked the liquid at the corner of her mouth at that moment, as if she didn't feel right, rejected her handkerchief, and took out a fragrant tissue from her pocket to wipe it. Anyway, her face was all red.

She lowered her head and said in a panic, "It's okay, it's okay", as if she had done something wrong.

The woman who was beating the yarn said, "What's the matter, you said that this carriage is crowded, and it is inconvenient to do anything." It doesn't matter, it's not poison, it's going to kill people. ”

Song Yang felt that he didn't know that this was a rare adventure, at least he hadn't seen it in public.

He leaned over again, and said in a voice that only she could hear, "How's it taste?" ”

"Besides, I can't kill you!" She gritted her teeth in hatred.

Haha, Song Yang didn't dare to flirt anymore, this girl's force value was not low anyway, and he didn't count how high it was.

After that, the group said nothing more, and each leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

When Song Yang woke up, it was already dawn, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning when he arrived at the station.

The young woman holding the child on the opposite side was breastfeeding again, and Song Yang was happy again.

The woman is tall and has a delicate face, which is the kind of mature taste that Song Yang prefers.

"I thought you met love at first sight." Mu Yuhan also let go of his embarrassment and laughed softly on the side.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle, Song Yang teased her: "Life is like mahjong: love at first sight is called Tianhu, free love is called Pinghu, and singleness is called self-touching!" I haven't encountered Tianhu yet, why don't we have a flat hu? ”

"According to my observation, you guy is greedy for money and lust, I really don't know where the shit luck came from?"

"Didn't your ancestors say it, the sword can only be obtained by those who are destined, do you say that the two of us are also destined, didn't you know each other last time, didn't you know each other......"

"Stinky beauty, you said that in addition to liking beautiful women, what else do you pursue?"

"Let me tell you, the most fundamental nature of human beings is not good and evil, but the pursuit of happiness and freedom from pain. Color, I love, wealth, I love, if wealth and color can be harvested, we can throw everything ......"

"Hooligans!" She gave a comment.

"I'm talking about the truth of life." Song Yang is too lazy to explain, Chinese who do not understand that there is everything if there is money, real money can be exchanged for chastity, as long as the waist bag is bulging, there is no girl who can't arch, regardless of beautiful girls and silly girls, foreign girls and black girls, blonde and black hair.

She muttered, "You're overestimating that you're a rascal!" ”

The train made a regular sound, and there were not many people in the carriage after station. The announcer's sweet voice came from the radio: "Passengers, please pay attention, arriving at Luoshui Station in front, please prepare in advance for passengers who want to get off the train." ”

As a fourth-class station, Luoshui Station is the smallest tissue cell in the Republic's railway system, and the entire station consists of a red bungalow with more than ten rooms. Usually, there are more than a dozen trucks here, but the buses, half of the green cars stop here in the morning and afternoon a day.

There were also a few people in the train who moved down from the salute rack above, and Song Yang followed Mu Yuhan and began to walk towards the door.

"This car is slow enough, it has been driving for twenty-three hours, by the way, this working time should be counted as starting yesterday morning, right?" Song Yang looked at her with a serious face and teased her.

"Walk eighteen kilometers east from the station and enter Taihang Mountain." She said it simply, ignoring his jokes.

Half an hour later, a tricycle took the two men to a mountainous range.

"It's hard to get in, so you have to go by yourself." The tricycle master said politely.

"It's okay, thank you, master."

The two of them took their big backpacks and began to enter the mountain.

Taihang Mountain stands majestically, magnificent, the mountain shape is steep, and has always been regarded as an important place for soldiers. From the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there has been an endless beacon fire here for more than 2,000 years, witnessing the vicissitudes of ancient history.

There are a lot of historical events that happened here, in the Spring and Autumn Period, the Duke of Qi Huan had hung the car and tied the horse; During the Warring States Period, the Great War between Qin and South Korea in Taihang Mountain "broke the danger of sheep intestines"; During the Chu and Han dynasties, Liu Bang was trapped in Xingyang, and once strangled the mouth of the Taihang Flying Fox, turning the crisis into safety; During the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao besieged Linzhang, Yuan Shang easily led the army east out of Taihang, causing a big defeat, etc., the past of Jin Ge Iron Horse witnessed the importance of the military fortress of Taihang Mountain.

Taihang Mountain is hundreds of miles from north to south, and to find a broken temple in it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The mountains are sparsely populated, wild beasts are rampant, if there is no certain martial arts, after entering, you will definitely be attacked by wild beasts, tigers, leopards and jackals sometimes haunt, it is easy to die.

The Taihang Mountain on this side of Henan is relatively low in altitude. Between these mountains, a basin and ravine were formed, and the jungle was dense and shrub-ridden, and it was very wide, at least on the top of the surrounding mountains, and there were kilometers between the two mountains. The mountain road is not easy to walk, looking close, walking is tiring.

Song Yang breathed in the fresh air in the fields, and his heart calmed down a lot.

"There's a farmer's yard in front, go in and drink saliva, rest, and ask for directions, how far is the ruined temple you mentioned?" I didn't expect that this place is all mountainous and there are no roads, so I can only rely on two feet.

It is a farmhouse courtyard with a distinctly mountain village structure. The yard is very large, the house is also big, although the house and the courtyard wall are broken, they are all neatly tied, refreshing and refreshing, and there is not half a weed in sight.

In the corner of the courtyard are some ploughshares, hoes, robes, etc., and there are strings of golden corn cobs hanging on the wall. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a large basin of wheat stalks waiting to be chopped by a guillotine, on the side is a stone mill that is some years old, and a pair of bamboo hangers are set up on the wall of the sunny one, on which are a few patched sea soul shirts and red vests.

In the open kitchen, there was no human figure, and there was a faint white gas in the big iron pot on the stove, I don't know what was cooking, and there was nothing to eat on the smoky and blackened wall.

It's a place of poverty and whiteness, but it's also a place full of simplicity.

Why is there no one?