At the moment when I was still admiring the young man and woman, a break exploded like spring thunder, almost breaking through my fragile eardrum barrier.

"Bet, bet!"

I followed the sound and looked back to see a short, fat middle-aged man standing at the dining table. His words were over, but his left arm, which was gripping the fork, was waving in a dazzling manner.

"Sit down, sit ......down," said a middle-aged man sitting beside him, who was much older than the little man who was yelling loudly just now, and looked much older.

Another man sitting across from them peeked around, then said reproachfully, "You can't be quiet!" ”

"Quiet?! I was born without knowing what a whisper is! The fat middle-aged man finally sat down heavily.

I turned my head and saw that this man with a plump body like a big pumpkin really made me hungry! It seems that beauty and ugliness always go hand in hand around me.

I wanted to taste the beauty I had seen again, but the young couple had already walked out of the restaurant one after the other, which really disappointed me, but it was also reasonable, after all, they had already finished their meal, so I naturally looked over the table where they were sitting and looked further away.

At the end of the restaurant, against the wall, sat a middle-aged woman with a square face, dressed in a gray Chinese gown, which caught my attention. In these years, it is quite rare that there are still people wearing Chinese-style clothes. The woman's face was flushed, and a little too red, and looking at the wine glass on the table, it was all self-evident, this woman must have drunk a lot. At the moment her eyes were lowered, and her big mouth was babbling something silently, and it was obvious that others were chattering when they drank too much, but she was different, and she was good at indulging in chanting scriptures.

"Have you finished reading it? Little girl. I've finished eating. ”

Old Mrs. Jones's words seemed to come out of nowhere, and immediately pulled me back from the discordant wait-and-see.

I was embarrassed and muttered, "The woman sitting there is strange enough to recite the sutra after drinking too much......

"What's so strange about this, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. You can't control what people want to do?! There's nothing unusual about it, let's go back. When Mrs. Jones had finished speaking, she got up from her seat and left the dining room, and I followed.

After returning to the box where the old lady lived alone, it was another wash-up and toss. When everything was over, the old lady did not let me go, but took out an old novel, "Madame Bovary", which was very old, and turned to the middle page, so that I could continue to read it to her.

So I listened to it and began to read it tirelessly. I have the impression that this book was only read in general at university, and I didn't have any memory at all. I didn't expect the old lady to like this book.

My mouth was dry when I read it, but Mrs. Jones still listened with relish. I peeked at my watch, it was almost night, and the old lady was still so energetic. I took a sip of water and continued to read, but it wasn't as pleasant as it had been.

After about half an hour, I finally couldn't hold on anymore, my tone became choppy, and finally I dozed off in a trance. It wasn't until the book in my hand slid to the ground that it summoned me back from my slumber.

Mrs. Jones looked at me scrutinically.

I hurriedly pursed my face and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would have fallen asleep......"

"Also, it's already twelve o'clock, you better go to bed." Old Mrs. Jones is really a good person, and she doesn't mean to complain about me at all.

"Alright then, you should go to bed too."

"Hey, it's a pity that the sleeping worms haven't come to visit me yet!" Mrs. Jones's laughter was like that of an old duck.

After leaving the old lady's box, I was about to go back to my little box, but after thinking that it would be better to go to the bathroom, I drooped my head and went straight to the bathroom in a daze.

At the moment when I pushed open the bathroom door, I didn't expect the door to open from the inside, causing me to stumble and almost hit the half-blocked door frame.

I finally got on my feet and was much more refreshed. It was only then that I saw a tall woman in her thirties standing inside the small door, with her hands over her mouth, looking quite guarded. I hurriedly apologized, but she ignored me, and walked away in a flash.

I looked at her back, she was really tall, she looked like she should be about 1.75 meters, and she was dressed very flamboyantly, a little ostentatious. But these are not the main problems, the point is that her waist is too straight, which makes her top look a little long in the front and short in the back, which produces an indescribable charm that seems to be a little discordant.

What am I commenting nonsense! I withdrew my eyes, the most important thing now is to go to bed quickly, so I hurriedly went to the bathroom and went back to my small box to sleep, now I have long forgotten all the people and things I just met.

At noon the next day, it was already three poles of the sun, and I just woke up from a big dream in the haze. The warm sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains, I stretched a big waist, picked up the watch on the bedside and looked at it, I really didn't expect it to be almost ten o'clock, I hurriedly jumped out of bed, freshened up, and came to the old lady's box next to me.

At this time, Mrs. Jones was leaning on the head of the bed, wilting, and looking listless as if she had slept rather than sleeping. I paced cautiously, getting closer to her. She seemed to hear me coming, and opened her old faint eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, Mrs. Jones took over: "I will not delve into it because you are a first-time offender this time." After getting off the train, you can't snooze like this anymore, it's just three times. There was no hint of accusation in the old lady's voice, on the contrary, she was very considerate, and I was immediately grateful, and I did my best to wait for the old man.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at Ruiyang Railway Station on time, and it will take at least about an hour's drive from here to finally reach the tourist resort of Kaban. Hamel, the manager of the Kaban Club, has been waiting in the train station for a long time, wearing a red and green suit, with a very unique appearance, if you add yellow, it is not different from the traffic lights on the street.

There was a clear hint of warm welcome in his words, which seemed to be better than the usual greeting speech, and seemed to be filled with a relieved tone of finally arriving guests. Also, I've heard Mrs. Jones complain more than once that the trip is ridiculously expensive, and there aren't many people who come here, but hopefully it's worth it.

Waiting outside the train station was not an ordinary big bus, but nine very small and delicate cars, from which I could roughly estimate the number of people who would join our tour group in the dozens. Although we all belong to the same tour group, we have not officially met each other, but I don't think there is a need to rush it, sooner or later we will always meet. Nine times out of ten, these lavishly decorated cars are for VIPs, not only the body is covered with colorful and gorgeous pictures, but also inlaid with a lot of colorful large gems, and the appearance of beauty has reached the point of reaching the peak. It goes without saying that we are the guests of honor on this trip! I do not reject this kind of over-ostentation, and a little curiosity, but Mrs. Jones is always indifferent, and looks very disapproving of it.

I helped Mrs. Jones into one of the flowery cars, and just as I was about to step into the car, I suddenly caught a surprise look at the tall woman I had met in the bathroom door the previous night. She was standing right next to the door of another car in front of our car. She changed into a bright dress, the colors of which rivaled the appearance of the car next to her. This woman always had her back to me, and I couldn't see her features at all, but her tall figure was so outstanding that I recognized her at a glance. I didn't expect this woman to be our travel companion, I thought to myself.

After everyone got into the car without hurry, we drove to the picturesque tourist resort of Kaban. I have heard a brief introduction from Manager Hamel before, Kaban is located in Aba County, Kachaman Basin, and belongs to the landform of carbonate dammed lakes in high mountains and deep valleys. The total area of Kaban is about 800 square kilometers. The natural scenery is also beautiful with valleys, lakes, waterfalls, snow-capped mountains, and forests. Most of the scenic spots are concentrated in the two main ditches in the shape of "Y", which are more than 70 kilometers longitudinal and horizontal.

The five-star hotel where we live is located on a high point on the east side of Kaban, and the name is also very domineering------ Sun Moon Sky Hotel. There are pavilions, small bridges and flowing waters, and it is obvious that we are genuine VIPs, so we enjoy the unique treatment of small villas. The villa where Mrs. Jones and I stayed was very beautifully named------ peacock flying southeast, and the design was quite original. The shape of the peacock on the roof made of glass fiber reinforced plastic is beautiful and elegant, a peacock stretches its blue dazzling body, and behind it is a colorful and colorful tail screen, and its image is lifelike as if a real and vivid male peacock flies in the air. The interior furnishings of the villa are extravagant to the extreme, on par with the presidential suite that I know a little about. Not only is the decoration luxurious and elegant, but also the subtleties are well-intentioned, which can really give the reputation of eight-sided exquisiteness!

In the evening, Mrs. Jones and I attended the welcome banquet hosted for us by the hotel. The wine and food at the banquet are dazzling. Although there were only a dozen people attending the dinner, it was still a lively scene with a full house of friends under the background of the lighting colors and background music.

Between pushing and changing glasses, I had a more or less one-sided friendship with every guest in the banquet hall. I really didn't expect that the six people I met in the train restaurant were also on this list. The little guy who always likes to be full of nonsense is called Hansen, and he shows an authentic nouveau riche from the outside to the inside. The reserved middle-aged man who was always by Hansen's side and contrasted with him was Hansen's lone partner, Abi, who had a small handful of stiff goat's whiskers and a narrow face, which I hadn't noticed before. And the man who had been facing me with his back in the train restaurant before, and now he finally saw his true face. His name is a strange twister------ and his ancestors were from the Brown tribe 100 million years ago, and few people know about it now. At present, he has just changed his career from the real estate industry to work as a fund manager for more than a year, which can be seen from his appearance, and his slender eyes are always looking at the situation. His height is not low, it is estimated that he must be about 1.8 meters, which is more than a head taller than the short man Hansen next to him.

Of course, I have to say that the middle-aged woman who always sat alone in the corner of the lounge. All I knew was her name was Leora, and I didn't know anything else, like what she did or where she was from. She doesn't like to talk, but she is a heavy drinker. Her face was already as red as a monkey's buttocks, but she was still drinking cup after glass, I don't know if she would talk more when she was really drunk, anyway, she was still a stuffy gourd without a word of gossip.

In the other corner of the ballroom, on the soft sofa sat the beautiful Carrie and her newlywed husband, Dorio, who had been so in love on the train before, and now whispered as if no one was around. I had the privilege of having a casual conversation with them before I took the seat, and learned that Mr. Dorio was born into the illustrious Denon Jabina family, the youngest of five children, and is now in the Air Force SWAT Force as Chief of Staff. And his wife------ who looks like a sinking fish and a goose, is not small, and her father is the Minister of Justice Reichert, who is currently in power. They can be regarded as a pair of good couples.

In addition to the six men I had already met in the train cafeteria, there was a man whom I had seen more on the train than any other, and who I had no idea would also visit. Who is it?! It was Galman, the conductor of the sleeper train I was in. When he got off the train, it was really like two people. On the train, he was cautious and thoughtful, but once he got off the train, he became a chatter, not only talking a lot but also broken. He said that he was rated as an advanced worker of the railway company this year, not only with a bonus, but also won the first prize------ and he was so happy that he didn't know about the southeast and northwest when he went to the expensive tourist resort coffee class.

Not far away, there was a gentle and beautiful singing voice, and you didn't need to listen closely to know that Jennifer, the only soprano in our tour group, was singing indulgently. Her voice is indeed very sultry, high-pitched and powerful, which makes people have endless memories. But I think it's better not to show her dolphin voice easily, because it's too passionate and sharp. It would have been fine to sing in the spacious opera house, but our ballroom was too small to accommodate her deafening high-pitched notes, and I was so afraid that the windowpanes of the ballroom would be shattered by her penetrating singing. She is worthy of being a great singer, with a body as strong as a calf, medium height, very uneven facial features, small bean eyes, a flat nose, but with a ridiculously large mouth. Hearing his voice before anyone sees him is probably the most accurate and excellent word to describe this great singer.

Of course, there was also some regret that the tall woman, who was dressed fancily, never came to the banquet hall, and from her male secretary I learned her nickname------ Shareel. Her male secretary asked everyone for leave on her behalf, saying that she was feeling a little cold and resting in her room, so she would not attend the dinner. Anyway, there are so many opportunities to meet in the future, so I didn't take this matter to heart. She hired a young male secretary, which surprised me. The male secretary's name was Justin, and he was thin and tough, and his trimmed head was like a stiff brush. He looked young, twenty-four or five, and he was honest and honest, with a shy smile always on his face. Maybe it's because both of us are other people's secretaries, our identities match, and our conversation and demeanor are quite right, so we quickly hit it off.

With the staggering of ideas, everyone naturally became familiar with a lot. With Mrs. Jones and me, there were twelve people on the tour, and I had to be a little flattered that Hamel, the big manager of the Caban, would be receiving us as a tour guide, and we would be accompanied for the next ten days. I was so excited, not only because the expedition was about to begin, but also because I had a distinct sense that a third spinning top was hidden somewhere not far away, and that I was about to encounter it unexpectedly.