Hearing this, Chubby nodded, and then asked me how I met Xiaorou. I can't laugh or cry when I mention this, Xiaorou is different from other girls, she is definitely a little wrongdoer who is angry and doesn't pay for her life. Back then, I was bullied by this little girl, and Chubby would not understand the embarrassing encounter of being taken advantage of and having to apologize to others

But in front of this goods, I can't say that, for a man who is about to fall on the front line, there must be encouragement or something. Thinking of this, I put my arms around his neck and laughed like a passer-by: "Brother, back then, you were not as good as you, you were so rich and powerful, and my brother didn't have anything at that time!" Do you know how my brother chased her? It's a persistence! But persistence is not enough, to talk about tactics, if you want to win, you must carry out the strategy and tactics of the enemy advancing and retreating, the enemy stationed in our harassment, the enemy tired and I fighting, and the enemy retreating and chasing to the end.

When I was in college, I had always been engaged in propaganda work, and I had no shortage of theoretical knowledge, and I was also fluent in my mouth, and I was already familiar with the unscrupulous cause of bragging and bluffing children. It didn't take long for a nonsensical nonsense to make Chubby stunned. It wasn't until the boy rubbed his head back to his room that he was still rolling his eyes in search of my words.

Seeing that he was so "studious", I was so happy in my heart that I packed my bags and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, at nine o'clock, we went out of the hotel after breakfast, and set off on time according to the pre-determined route, we first went to the station of a certain express company to pick up some equipment that could not be brought on the train, and then went to a local club to buy some travel supplies, and when it was done, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

In the middle of the car reversed twice, and finally got on a long-distance bus bound for the Changbai Mountain tourist area, the car line to the middle of the road Jiuye answered a phone call, and then according to the agreement of the money to drive the master stopped the car in a very timely manner. The three of us climbed over the guardrail and ran down the road, and we saw an old man squatting on the side of the road smoking in the country road under the highway bridge.

The uncle can be in his fifties, a little thin, a little dark, and his perennial work has made his ravine-horizontal face have a sense of vicissitudes that do not match his age. However, old age does not mean weakness, and unlike ordinary old men, this person has a straight waist, walks with a breeze, and looks indifferent and calm when facing us, without the sense of restraint of meeting for the first time.

Intuition sues me that this is not an ordinary person.

In his hand, he pinched a torn roll of paper used to roll cigarettes, and while pinching tobacco leaves in the old cigarette pocket, he squinted at us, and did not lift his eyelids when he saw us walking past.

"You're going into the mountains, aren't you?" As soon as he arrived, the uncle struck a match and asked the ninth master.

"Yes, Mr. Mao asked us to come over." Hearing this, the Ninth Master nodded.

"Oh, then you guys get in the car, I'll send you there." The old man spoke, patting the dust off his body and stood up, then turned and untied the reins and jumped onto the donkey cart.

The little donkey was black, and it looked quite young, and the halter was old, but it looked very neat and clean.

Xiaopang has never done a donkey cart, shaking his head and looking very excited, in comparison, Jin Jiuye's face is much more ugly, and it can be seen from his eyes that this old boy is definitely more careful.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Looking at the dense elm forests on both sides of the road, I was always a little uneasy, and I turned my head to ask the old man when I found a vacancy. When the old man heard this, he waved his whip lightly and did not answer me.

By the time I came down from the road, it was already past seven o'clock, and it was getting dark later in the summer, so I could see the surroundings clearly. But as time passed, the visibility around became lower and lower, and the scenery on both sides quietly changed, and the area where the donkey cart was located after more than an hour of swaying was completely dark

"Uncle, where are we going? It's so dark, don't you light a lamp? I couldn't stand it anymore, so I walked forward and said to him tirelessly.

When the old man heard this, he tilted his head slightly, and I didn't see his face, nor his eyes, but I saw him turn over a very old kerosene lamp in the toolbox next to the car for a long time. That thing seems to be left over from the Anti-Japanese War, and it still has a green patina, and after it is played, the actual effect is not much stronger than a candle.

Somewhat impatiently, he lit the lamp, hung it on the cart, and then urged the donkey cart to continue on its way. Seeing that this person doesn't like to talk much, I feel a little awkward, but it's better to go out more than less, so I shook my head and just passed.

As time passed, the painted road under his feet soon came to an end, and after a downhill downhill, there was a bumpy dirt road left under the wheels. The road was more than two meters wide, and could only accommodate a donkey cart, and between the two compacted ruts, there were many wild grasses more than a foot high, yellow and green, giving people an incomparably desolate and miserable feeling.

In contrast, after the road was difficult to walk, the forest on both sides became denser and denser, and soon the donkey cart lost its sense of light as if it had entered a tunnel. By the pitiful little light, all that could be seen was the position of the donkey's head.

Xiaopang flipped out a wolf-eyed flashlight in his baggage, but the ninth master waved his hand to signal him to put it back. At this time, we all found that the uncle was holding a whip, still looking ahead, silent and calm.

As the road undulated, he shook his head, and from time to time a small bell on the donkey's trunk made a long series of ethereal tinkling sounds, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the car also squeaked.

The little black donkey was very calm, and walked for several hours with a steady pace without the slightest change.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

It was getting darker and darker, and I asked him a little suspiciously, at first I thought that this old man was going to send us to a small restaurant in a farmhouse to stay overnight, but looking at this appearance, it was a bit of a night trip!

"Aren't you going into the mountains? Since you are going to the mountains, don't think about resting, and if you can't get to the place you want to go to, you will have to continue tomorrow night. The old man sighed as he spoke, as if he were sorry for it.

"Uncle, what does this mean? Could it be that this mountain road can only be walked at night? Hearing this, I laughed.

"Hehe, this road is not so easy to find, even at night, it is not possible to walk every day." The old man said with a wry smile.