"Not one of the fifty-five ethnic minorities?" I exclaimed. "How is this possible, if there are other peoples, there must be a record."

Mo Lan tapped my temple with her finger and laughed at me, sneering and pinching my arm with her hand. "It's really stupid, who told you that there must be a record, do you really believe that there are only 56 ethnic groups in China?"

"Isn't it?"

"China is so big, do you think there are records? Many of them are small villages in the valley, and there are fewer than a few people, and experts can't investigate even if they want to. Mo Lan was a little drunk, and her speech began to be intermittent, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in her tone, which added a bit of temptation. Oops, what am I doing with all this nonsense for you, you have already lost and you are going to be punished. ”

As she spoke, she pulled me up, but she didn't expect her slender figure to have so much strength, and pulled me straight out of the bar.

"Little brother, my sister told you that it doesn't matter whether the answer is right or wrong, it's the most important thing to adjust your emotions." Mo Lan pulled me tightly, and the ornament on her body made a wind chime. "Sister, who cares if your question is right or wrong?"

The courtyard outside the bar is still bustling as before, and people are now starting to party, dancing with those exotic women, and the drums of the old people have become rapid, making people's hearts beat faster unconsciously.

The cool breeze penetrated through the wall, and the smell was a little sweet and greasy, like a kind of anxiety that wanted to cover up.

Mo Lan pushed me into the darkness of the corner, and then gently pressed me with her body, and I could clearly feel the contrast between the jagged masonry behind me and the softness of her body.

"Girl...... You. "I stiffened with fear from such a direct gesture by Mo Lan.

"Shhhh Don't talk, I just like it. As she spoke, she began to fiddle with my belt, and then her soft cheeks followed me, rubbing against my chest.

I gently pressed my lips to her forehead, trying to try again the unfinished movements in the bar, but Mo Lan stood on tiptoe and bit my lip at once, so skillful, as sharp and fast as a little wild cat.

A cool hand slowly reached into my shirt, light jade fingers staggering from side to side at my chest, while the other hand slid across the belt and swam in the opposite direction.

It felt like a sudden snow on a volcano, draining all the heat in my body.

The nimble fingers played unscrupulously, the smooth tip of the tongue climbed tirelessly, and I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. I reached out and hugged her, only to feel the fire in her body seem to be even hotter than mine.

"Sister...... Did it scare you? Mo Lan looked at me gently, and there was a light between her eyebrows that only a foreign woman would have.

"I ......" Mo Lan was asking me, but she didn't want me to answer anything, and she suddenly jumped on top of me, her legs clasping my waist like mortise and tenon. I feel like our sweat is completely oozing together at this moment.

We hid in the shade of the trees in this small courtyard, and in the dim starlight, we could hardly find a figure again. The people in the courtyard were intoxicated with their own revelry, and what was outside of them had long been forgotten.

What is still staring at us now may only be the breeze passing through the hall and the bright moon.

When I dragged Mo Lan's somewhat tired body back to the bar, Xiao Yin was still sitting there motionless, and then kept scribbling something in his sketchbook.

Mo Lan hugged me back to the couch, and then took a sip of the wine glass, the beating of the Adam's apple sounding so sexy at the moment.

"Little brother, don't like me, I'll leave in a while, and you'll never see me again."

I nodded obediently, as it should be, and in just one night, Mo Lan seemed to have taught me all the logic of the men and women of this night, and in such a short time, I seemed to have begun to become familiar with the mysteries of this place.

"That's natural, there's no such thing as a long-lasting place."

Mo Lan smiled knowingly, and then nodded as well. "That's right, the little brother learns very quickly."

We were idle like this, and the atmosphere was very relaxed, but Xiao Yin's sudden reprimand suddenly shattered all this.

"Your conversation and behavior just now was really boring!" Xiao Yin didn't look at us squarely, the pen in his hand was still scribbling, and I realized that he had been deepening his graffiti on the valley and the bamboo building.

"Brother, just now you said you wanted to listen to how I talked, why did you suddenly say that again?"

Xiao Yin shook his head indifferently, and then whispered something to me that almost made me feel uplifted. "Your conversation is vulgar, I'm not listening at all. Listening to words is really a waste of time. ”

"You! Xiao Yin! You were the one who called me here, what do you mean by that now! ”

Seeing that I was angry, Mo Lan grabbed me and said softly. "Forget it, some people are not born here, and he is your friend, so don't worry about her."

"One moment it's looking for a portrait, the other time it's chatting with a woman, what's helping you, but you're still so unkind." I tidied up my clothes and got ready to leave the bar, and I even felt the urge to leave Lijiang by plane.

"Wait a minute!" Mo Lan suddenly screamed. "Liu Quan, wait a minute."

I was also startled by this sudden shout, and when I turned around, I found that Mo Lan was staring at the portrait in Xiao Yin's hand.

"This ...... You drew all this? ”

Xiao Yin nodded expressionlessly, and then continued to mechanically smear his own dream depictions.

"You! When have you ever been to this place? Mo Lan asked eagerly, as if there was some shocking secret hidden in Xiao Yin's unsightly sketch.

It was all in his dreams. This neuropathy came to Yunnan this time to find out what he saw in his dreams, which is really ridiculous. "Because of what happened just now, I was still a little dissatisfied with Xiao Yin, and I couldn't help but sneer a few words at this time.

"Oh my God! You won't be an orchid......" Mo Lan looked at Xiao Yin repeatedly, as if she had a thousand words to say. "The place he painted is my home, the place where our people live, and although it is very rough, I can still see it at a glance."