"What did you do in college?"

"In the summer, I go to the mountains to be a government forest fire observer – I suggest you experience that life the following summer. As for the winter, Lin will often ski and walk around the campus with a T-shaped cane. I also climbed many tall and beautiful mountains, including Mount Rainey. There were several times when I almost climbed to the top of it, but it all failed. One year, I finally did it and carved my name on the summit – very few names can be seen on the summit. I also climbed all over the Cascade Mountains. I also worked as a lumberjack. I'm going to have to find a day to tell you about my romantic experience with logging in the Northwest, just as you told me about your rail journey. You should really go to the logging area and check out the narrow-gauge rails, and Lin Jinrong promises you'll love it. There's nothing like that feeling on a winter morning when your belly is full of pancakes and black coffee and you raise your double-edged axe towards the first big log. ”

"What you are talking about is very similar to the Great Northwest in my reverie: Indian, Northwest Mounted Police ......"

"Well, you can see them on the Canadian side, on the British Columbia side. I've bumped into a few of them while climbing a mountain. "As they passed Robbie's Cafe, they looked in the window to see if anyone they knew was sitting. Ava worked there as a part-time waiter's assistant. On Berkeley's campus, Lin Jinrong and Kunge, two people in shabby clothes, look like two aliens. In fact, Kunge has long been regarded as a freak who goes his own way by people around the campus and at the university. This is not surprising, because no matter what university it is, as long as there are people of innate flesh and blood, they are considered outliers. In fact, universities are just schools for training the middle class without a distinct face. The most concrete symbol of these people is the rows of high-class houses with lawns on the outskirts of the campus. Each of these houses has a TV in each living room, and everyone in the house is sitting in front of the TV, watching the same TV program at the same time, thinking about the same things. But Kunge is of a completely different race: he loves to sneak through the wilderness, listen to the call of the wilderness, search for ecstasy in the stars, and expose the origins of our obscure, unsurprising, overeating, inhumane origins. "All these people," Kunge said, squatting on the white tiled toilets, who spent the day washing their hands with soap in the toilet and secretly trying to eat it. "Kunge is a man with a million ideas in his head.

By the time they reached his hut, it was already dark. As soon as you enter, you can smell the smell of burnt firewood and leaves. After Kunge packed up all the things he was going to bring, Lin Jinrong and the others walked to Morley's house. Morley is a four-eyed field chicken, extremely learned, but very freak, even more than Kunga. He was a librarian at the university, had few friends, and loved to climb mountains. His cabin, on a lawn behind Berkeley, was littered with hiking books and photographs, and was strewn with backpacks, hiking boots and skis. Lin Jinrong was stunned when he first heard him speak, because his tone was exactly the same as Caet's, and later Lin Jinrong learned that they were old friends and often met to climb mountains together. As for who they are learning and who are talking, Lin Jinrong has no way of knowing. However, if you want to guess, Lin Jinrong will guess that Caet was influenced by Morley. Morley's words are mean, spicy, incomprehensible, complex and contain a thousand images. When Lin Jinrong walked into his room, they saw him surrounded by a group of friends (it was a strange combination, one was Chinese, one was German from Germany, and some college students). When Morley saw Lin Jinrong, he said, "I'm going to take my air mattress with me." You two masochists love to sleep on cold, hard floors, that's your business, but I have to have an anti-rheumatic aid. I bought this mattress for sixteen dollars from a naval supply store in the wilderness of Bangkok. I drove around all day to find it, wondering if a person could call himself a car in the broad sense of the word wearing four-wheeled skates. What he said was this kind of Lin Jinrong who didn't understand, and others didn't seem to be able to figure it out. Although he kept chattering, it seemed that no one was listening. Despite this, Lin Jinrong developed a crush on him as soon as he saw him. When Lin Jinrong and Kunge saw the large pile of things he was going to take to the mountain, they couldn't help but sigh, because it was a pile of garbage: in addition to rubber inflatable mattresses, there were also pickaxes and some equipment that Lin Jinrong would not need in water, and even canned food.

"Morley, if you want to bring a pickaxe, I have no objection, though I don't think we'll be able to use it. But as for those cans, I advise you not to bring them, because you are carrying a few more cans of water on your back. Don't you know that on the top of the mountain, we can have as much water as we want?"

"Well, I just think that a can of this can of Burmese offal can make dinner a lot more colorful."

"I've brought enough food for the three of us, let's go."

Morley continued to talk for a long time, looking for things as he spoke, tucking things into his large, bulky, hard-framed hiking backpack before saying goodbye to his friend. It was about eleven o'clock when they got into his English car. They were going to Bridgeport via Tracy. Once in Bridgeport, they had to drive eight miles on a lakeside road to reach the trailhead.

Lin Jinrong sat in the back seat, while Kunge and Morley sat in the front seat chatting. Morley is a true psychopath. Once, (what happened later), he brought a quart of eggnog to Lin Jinrong to drink, but Lin Jinrong was interested and asked him to drive Lin to buy wine by himself. After getting in the car, Lin Jinrong knew that he was looking for Lin Jinrong for another purpose. He wanted Lin Jinrong to come to a woman's house with him and act as their peacemaker (as for what went wrong between them, Lin Jinrong did not know). The woman opened the door and saw that it was Lin Jinrong, so she slammed the door shut. "What the hell is going on?" Lin Jinrong asked, but Morley only replied in a vague voice: "It's a long story." Lin Jinrong never understood what he was doing. On another occasion, he noticed that there were no spring beds in Ava's house, so one day he appeared silently in front of the door with a huge double mattress, saying that he wanted to give it to them. After he was gone, it took a lot of effort for them to move the mattress to the barn. He then sent them a series of things they didn't need, including bookshelves that were too big to carry through the door. In short, from any point of view, he is a strange person to the extreme. And now, they were sitting in the strange man's car, galloping to Tracy. Most of the time he was talking. No matter what he talked about, for every sentence Kunge said, he had to say twelve sentences. For example, when Kunge put it, "I've been feeling very inquisitive lately. I'm going to read some ornithology books next week. Morley would say, "Whoever hasn't had a tanned girlfriend at the Rivera is going to be inquisitive." ”

Every time he said something, he would turn his face to look at Kunge; And when he said his incomprehensible "jokes", he always deliberately had a blank face and pretended to be a cold-faced smiler. Lin Jinrong couldn't understand his strange words at all, and he didn't understand how there could be such a rapping funny character under the clear sky of Bangkok. If Kunge talks about sleeping bags, Morley interrupts and says, "I'm going to have a light blue French sleeping bag, which I saw in Vancouver." It's the least suitable sleeping bag for Canadians, but it's the best for Daisy. Everyone wondered if Daisy's grandfather was an explorer who had met Eskimos. I'm from the North Pole myself. ”

"What is he talking about?" Lin Jinrong from the back seat between Kunge. He replied, "He's just an interesting tape recorder." ”

Lin Jinrong told them that he had varicose veins and was worried that tomorrow's hike would worsen the situation. When Morley heard this, he said, "Do you think the word varicose veins sounds like sleep?" And when Lin Jinrong talked about the topic of Westerners, he said: "I am a clumsy Westerner...... Look at what kind of prejudice we have brought to the British. "You're a psycho, Morley." "I don't know, maybe. But if I'm a psychopath, I'll set aside a gimmicky will.

Then, he said, "I am honored to go hiking with two poets." I'm going to write a book about Ragusa. It was a coastal city-state republic in the late Middle Ages, where the class question had been thoroughly resolved and ceased to exist. Machivelli had served there as a secretary. For an entire generation of the Levantine states used Ragusa as the language of diplomacy. This, of course, was caused by the pressure of the Turks. ”

"Of course." They replied in unison.

This is Morley. At this time, the car began to drive on the foot of the mountain. Lin Jinrong passed through some gloomy towns and stopped at one of them to cheer. The streets were empty, except for a few guys dressed as Elvis, waiting to find someone to beat up. Behind them, however, there is a fresh mountain stream that flows, giving the impression that the mountains are not far away. It was a clear and soft night, and at last they finally drove on the narrow mountain road, and made sure that they were heading towards the high mountains. Tall pine trees began to appear on the roadside, and some cliffs could occasionally be seen. The air is cold and invigorating. This night also happened to be the night before the hunting season began. While stopping for a drink at a bar on the way, they saw many hunters wearing red caps, woolen shirts, and carts full of guns and ammunition. They asked Lin Jinrong and the others with great interest if they had seen a deer on the road. Lin Jinrong had really seen one, and he saw it shortly before he arrived at the bar. As he drove, Morley said, "Well, Kunge, maybe you'll be the Tennyson of our little tennis club,30 and they'll call you a New Bohemian, and compare you to the knights of the Round Table under Amadeus the Great, and the best warriors of the Moorish kingdom." These warriors, who were later sold to Ethiopia for 17,000 camels and 1,600 infantry. At the time, Caesar was still a baby. Just then, a deer suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, stared at their headlights in amazement for a moment, and then leaped into the bushes beside the road, and disappeared into the vast silence of the forest (which they had heard after Morley had turned off his engine). They are already on the mountain of fakes. According to Morley, the current location is three thousand feet above sea level. They could hear some of the mountain streams rolling, but they couldn't see where they were. Lin Jinrong wanted to shout to the deer he saw just now:

"Don't be afraid, little deer, we won't shoot you."

It was only at Lin Jinrong's insistence that Kunge agreed to stop and go to the bar for a drink.

"What could nourish the soul better than a glass of thick and warm red port wine in this cold mountain country?"

"Well, Raymond," said Kunge, "though Lin Jinrong doesn't think that he should drink when he climbs the mountain. ”

"You can't die after two drinks."

"All right, but don't you drink all the money we have to buy dry food this Saturday."

"This is a portrayal of my life, sometimes rich, sometimes poor, and mostly poor, and it is poor to the bottom."

They walked into the bar, which was decorated like a Swiss farmhouse, with some moose heads hanging and the seats decorated with deer motifs. The crowd at the bar itself is a living advertisement for the hunting season. They ordered port wine. While it's not uncommon to order port wine in the whiskey-drinking hunter's country, the bartender didn't say anything, just brought a bottle of "Christian Brethren" port and poured a glass each for Lin Jinrong and Kunge (Molly is a non-drinker). After drinking, Lin Jinrong and Kunge both felt happy.

"Well," sighed Kunge, who had been warmed by alcohol, "I'm going to make a trip back to northern Thailand sooner and fest those misty mountains to see my mean intellectual and lumberjack drunken friends." Jin Rong, you really should go there, whether it's with me or alone. If you haven't been there, you haven't lived. Then I'm going to go to Japan, and I'm going to go through all the mountains and mountains to find out all the small ancient Buddhist temples that are hidden. I also want to find out those 109-year-old old monks, who usually live in small thatched huts and meditate in front of the Guanyin statue, and because they enter a deep meditative state, they laugh every time they go out of the house after meditating, they see something that moves. I like Japan, but that doesn't mean Lim Kim Wing doesn't love Thailand. However, I hate these damn hunters here, and the only thing they want is to aim their guns at a 'sentient' who has no ability to resist and murder him. They don't know that for every living thing they kill, they have to undergo the great horror of reincarnation a thousand times. ”

"Do you hear me, Morley, Henry, what do you think?"

"My interest in Buddhism was limited to the paintings they made. In addition, I must admit that some of Kaet's mountaineering poems contain Buddhist elements, but I am not very interested in the faith part. "Whether Buddhism is Islam or Christianity is not at all wrong for him." I am detached. He added with a happy smile. When Kunge heard this, he immediately shouted:

"Transcendence is the spirit of Buddhism!"

"Ah, is that so? Port wine will make the yogurt you have eaten be expelled along with the sweat. To be honest, this bar was a little bit of a disappointment to me because it only sells 'Christian Brothers' wines and not 'Bong Doukh' or 'Trappa Ascetics' holy water. By the way, Kunga, if you're going to work in the office one day, I'd suggest you buy a 'Brock Brothers' suit to wear, because it's ......" (a couple of girls walked into the bar) "Young Hunter...... This must be the reason why the baby room is open all year round. ”

The hunters in the bar, who did not like the three of them talking in their own country, came over to talk to them, and they were told a great deal about deer hunting, such as where to find deer or what to look out for when hunting. However, when they realized that they had come to climb the mountain and not to kill, they were all stunned, looked at them as hopeless freaks, and turned around and walked away. After Lin Jinrong and Kunge drank two glasses of wine each, they returned to the car and continued to move on. The ground was getting higher and the air was getting colder, and finally, at two o'clock in the morning, the prisoner was still a long way from Bridgeport, so they decided to stop there and spend the night in the woods.

"Let's wait until dawn breaks, and we'll have this for breakfast." As he spoke, Kunge held up the bread and cheese he had decided to throw into the bag the last minute before leaving home. "With this, we can save the boucram and other good ingredients for breakfast the day after tomorrow." Morley pulled into a small road and parked in a clearing in a vast natural forest field. The woods are mostly made up of fir and ponderosa pine, some of which are up to a hundred feet tall. It was a land of extreme tranquility and moonlight, frost on the ground, and silence except for the occasional tapping sound from the bushes (perhaps from a rabbit eavesdropping on Mr. Lin's words). Lin Jinrong took out his sleeping bag, spread it out, took off his shoes, and then put his sock-wearing feet into the sleeping bag. Lin Jinrong glanced left and right at the tall trees, and thought gratefully: "Ah, such a beautiful night, what a sweet sleep it will bring me, and how much understanding will it bring me to such a quiet and no-nothing town." But at this time, Kunge shouted to Lin Jinrong from the car: "It's broken, Mr. Morley forgot to bring his sleeping bag!"

"What?...... Well, what do we do now?"

They discussed for a while, talking and shining their flashlights on the frosty ground. Then, Kunge came over and said to Lin Jinrong: "For now, the only way to do this is to open the two sleeping bags and connect them together for the three of them to use as blankets." But that's going to be a little cold. ”

"What? The cold is going to seep in all around our butts!"

"No way, you can't let Henry sleep in the car. The car was unheated, and he would freeze to death. ”

"I'm just getting ready for a good night's sleep." Lin Jinrong muttered as he got up from his sleeping bag and put his shoes back on. It didn't take long for Kunge to spread out two nylon cloaks on the floor and connect the two sleeping bags together, and lay down to sleep. After throwing the copper plate, it was decided that the person in the middle of the sleep was Lin Jinrong. The temperature has now dropped below freezing, and the stars twinkle coldly, as if snickering. After Lin Jinrong lay down, he heard the neurotic Morley blowing his inflatable mattress that would not have come in handy tonight. And when he was done, he began to toss and turn under the sleeping bag and sigh. Kunge was already snoring, unaffected. In the end, Morley, unable to sleep, got up and ran to the car, presumably talking crazy things to himself. This allowed Lin Jinrong to sleep for a while. However, a few minutes later, he ran back because he couldn't stand the cold. When he lay down, he began to toss and turn again, and every moment he cursed or sighed. What a crazy Morley! And this is just the first leak he is going to poke at Lin Jinrong. He is probably the only climber who has forgotten to bring a sleeping bag throughout the ages. "Jesus Christ," Lin Jinrong cried in his heart, "why can't he forget his precious inflatable mattress and sleep well." ”

From the moment they came to his house to see him meet, Morley would burst in and out of a shout from time to time. Although his shout is only a simple "ha-ah-lur", it is always uttered at the most unbelievable time and in the most inopportune circumstances. He did this several times when his Thai and German friends were present, even on the road. Later, when they got out of the car to go to the bar, he suddenly let out a "haa Now that Kunge had woken up, and seeing that it was already dawn, he got up from his sleeping bag, ran to gather some firewood, and made a small fire. Morley followed suit, and after yawning, there was a "ha-a-lur," echoing back from the distant valley. Lin Jinrong also climbed up. The temperature was so low that the only thing they could do but hold their bodies tight was to jump up and down and pull their arms, just as Lin Jinrong and the Bodhisattva beggar had done on the train that day. However, it didn't take long for Kunge to find more logs, which made the fire grow bigger and bigger, and finally it was so hot that they had to turn their backs to the campfire. It was a beautiful morning, like the red sun at the beginning of chaos, from the other side of the mountain, through the cold trees, slanting down, like light shining into a cathedral. The fog rises to the sun, and most of the water in the original stream has frozen, leaving only a few pools, which is really a perfect place for fishing. Not long after, even Lin Jinrong shouted "Ha Ah Lulu". Kunge went to collect firewood again, and this time he didn't come back for a long time, so Morley called him with "Haalulu", but Kunge only responded with a simple "uh-uh". When he returned, he told Lim Kim Rong that "woo-uh" is the way Indians echo each other in the mountains, and it sounds more beautiful. So Lin Jinrong also changed his mouth and shouted "woo uh".

After resuming their journey, they ate bread and cheese in the car. There is no difference between Morley in the morning and Morley in the evening, the only difference is that his voice is slightly rough and eager, like a person who wakes up early and is anxious to welcome a new day. The sun gets bigger and warmer before long. The brown bread was made by Sinn Monaghan's wife, who had a vacant cottage in Coltema, and they were welcome to come and stay at any time of the day, free of charge. Yogurt is a chede cheese with a strong flavor. Although this kind of breakfast is good, it can't satisfy Lin Jinrong. Lin Jinrong longed for a hot home-cooked breakfast, but there were no houses or homes in the four directions. However, after crossing a small stream on a bridge, a small mountain shop suddenly appeared on the side of the road. It has light smoke from its chimneys, neon signs in its windows, and a poster indicating that it sells pancakes and hot coffee.

"Let's go in, we have to climb the mountain all day, Lin Jinrong has to replenish some energy first."

There was no objection, so they went in and found a high-backed chair to sit down. They were ordered by a gracious woman with the cheerful and talkative personality of a redneck. "Well, you boys are going hunting, aren't you?"

"No," Kunge replied, "we're going to climb Mahangfeng." "

"Ma Hangfeng? Give me 10,000 baht and I won't do it!"

While waiting for breakfast to be served, Lin Jinrong went to the wooden hut behind the store to go to the toilet, twisted the water faucet after use, and splashed the water on his face. The water was cold and pleasant, making Lin Jinrong's face feel irritated and tense. Lin Jinrong took a few sips, and it felt like liquid ice and snow had entered his stomach and stayed there. Dogs bark in the golden-red sunlight sifting down from hundred-foot-tall fir and ponderosa pine branches. Some snow-covered peaks shine in the distance, and one of them is Mahang. Back at the fast food restaurant, the pancakes were already fried and steaming hot. After Lin Jinrong poured syrup and smeared three small pieces of butter, he ate it with hot coffee. Kunge and Morley did the same. For a while, none of them spoke. Once they had flushed all their food to their stomachs, they saw a group of hunters in hunting boots and woollen shirts enter. None of them looked drunk, and everyone was in good spirits and ready to go on a killing spree after breakfast. There was a bar next to the fast food restaurant, but no one was in the mood for a drink.

Once back on the road, they crossed another bridge, passed a green field where some cattle and a few cabins could be seen, and drove into a plain. At this time, Mahangfeng is clearly in sight, towering high to the south, and its jagged peaks are intimidating. "It's right there," Morley said proudly, "it's beautiful, isn't it?" Do you think it's like the Alps? I have a lot of pictures of snow-covered peaks in my house, so you should definitely come and see them when. "

"I like to see the real thing," Kunge said, with a serious expression. From his distant gaze, Lin Jinrong heard a silent sigh, and Lin Jinrong knew that he was home. Bridgepodge is a lifeless plains town that bears a striking resemblance to the towns of New England. There are two hostels, two petrol stations and a school in the town. Highway 395 crosses it and leads to Beacon at one end and Carson City at the other.

In Bridgeport, Mr. Morley gave them another plane: they had been missing for a while. He said he wanted to see if any shops were open, and wanted to buy a sleeping bag or at least an asphalt canvas or something like that (from last night's experience staying at 4,000 feet, it was surmised that 9,000 feet would be quite cold). When Morley went shopping, Lin Jinrong and Kunge sat on the grass of the school and waited for him. It's ten o'clock in the morning, and they're passing the time as they look at the sparse cars passing by on the highway. A young Indian on the side of the road was hitchhiking and pointing north with a thumbs up. "That's what I like, hitchhiking, free, imagining myself to be an Indian and doing whatever I like. Smith, let's go talk to him and wish him a good day. "The Indian is not talkative, but he is friendly. He told them that Highway 395 had delayed him for a long time. After wishing him good luck, they continued to wait for Morley. But he didn't show up for a long time, as if he was missing.

"What the hell is he doing, could it be that he is going to wake up the whole town?"

Eventually, Morley returned, saying that he had bought nothing and that the only way was to borrow some blankets from the hotel by the lake. They got back into their cars, drove back to the highway a few hundred yards away, and headed south toward the snowy peaks that glittered under the clear blue sky. They drove along the lakeside of the beautiful twin lakes to the lakeside hotel. It was a white farmhouse-style inn, and Morley walked in, paid a five-dollar deposit, and borrowed two blankets. A woman stands by the door with her hands crossed, and the dog barks. The road is dusty (it's a way up the mountain), but the lake is a clear sky blue, clearly reflecting the foothills and cliffs around it. The road was being renovated, and they could see the dust at the construction site ahead. Once there, they had to stop the car and use it instead, and then they had to cross a stream and some low bushes before they reached the trail.

When they parked their cars, they took off all their equipment and put them on the sun-warmed ground. Kunge put some of them in Lin Jinrong's backpack and said that either Lin Jinrong would carry them or jump into the lake. He looks very serious and has a leader's posture, which Lin Jinrong likes very much. Then, with the same childish seriousness, he scurried to the middle of the road, and drew a large circle in the sand on the ground with a pickaxe, and something was in the circle.

"What's that?"

"Lin Jinrong is painting a mana mandala. Not only will it bless us with a safe journey, but it will also help me to foresee the future after I have recited some mantras. "

"What is a mandala?"

"A Buddhist motif made up of a circle that encloses things and things. The circle represents 'emptiness', and the thing it encloses represents an illusion. Do you understand? Sometimes you will see this pattern on the heads of some Buddha statues, and this means that it is a Buddha statue of Tibetan Buddhism, because the mantra pattern is derived from Tibet. "

Lin Jinrong has long been wearing Kunge's tennis shoes on his feet, and now, Lin Jinrong has put on a hiking hat he gave himself. It was a small black French beret, which Lin Jinrong slung to his head, and then picked up his backpack and prepared to go. A beret and a pair of tennis shoes made him feel more like a bohemian painter than a mountaineer. As for Kunga, he wore his fine hiking boots on his feet and a Swiss cap with a feather on his head, which made him look like a mischievous elf—but a hard-working mischievous elf. Mr. Lin had seen a photograph of Kunge wearing the outfit on a clear, dry morning in the Sierra Nevada. In the distance, fir slopes can be seen, and in the distance, snow-capped peaks like pinpoints: in the near picture, Kunge strides under a leafy pine tree in a Swiss hat and a large backpack, holding a flower in his left hand holding the strap of the backpack, while his eyes sparkle with happiness, as if he were walking with his idols: Muir, Hanshanzi, Shide, Li Bai, John, Paul, and Kropotkin. In the photo, he has thick breasts and broad shoulders, and a funny little belly protruding from his lower abdomen, but this is not because he actually has a small belly, but only because in order to increase his stride (his stride is no less than that of a tall man), his back will bend slightly forward when walking, so that his belly is slightly protruded.

"Hey, Kunge, this morning made me feel great." Lin Jinrong said when Morley locked the car door. Then they put on their backpacks and walked carelessly along the road by the lake, sometimes on the left side of the road, sometimes in the middle, sometimes on the left, like three stragglers. "It's a thousand times better than the 'Golden Garden' bar! It would have been a waste to have such a fresh Saturday morning to be drunk and sick in the 'Golden Garden'. God, walking around a lake with such fresh air is a haiku in itself. "

"It's an abomination, Smith," he said, quoting Cervantes as a footnote to his Buddhist notions, "whether you're in the 'Golden Garden' or climbing Mount Mahang, it's the same 'emptiness,' man." Lin Jinrong played with his words and felt that it was very reasonable, the comparison was meaningless, everything was no different. However, at this moment, Lin Jinrong did feel relaxed and happy, and suddenly realized that mountaineering is good for his health (although Lin Jinrong's foot veins have begun to bulge), which can keep Lin Jinrong away from alcohol, and may even allow Lin Jinrong to start a new life.

"Kunge, I'm glad to meet you. You made me understand that when I am tired of civilization, I should carry a backpack and walk around these deep mountains and mountains. In fact, I should say that it makes me grateful to know you. "

"Me too. I'm so grateful to know you, Smith. I learned from you about spontaneous writing and so much more. "

"That's nothing."

"It means a lot to me. Okay, let's move quickly, we don't have time to waste. "

As they walked, they came to the dusty place, where the excavator was working. The operators of the excavators were fat and strong men, sweating profusely and cursing as they worked. If you want them to climb the mountain, you'll have to pay them double or even quadruple because it's Saturday.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinrong and Kunge couldn't help but wonder. Lin Jinrong was slightly embarrassed that he was wearing a stupid beret on his head, but those excavator drivers didn't look at Lin Jinrong at all. They walked past them at once, slowly approaching the last small shop at the beginning of the trail. It was a small wooden house, located at the foot of a beautiful V-shaped hill at the end of the lake. They sat down on its steps and rested for a while. Although I had walked nearly four miles, it didn't take much effort because it was all flat. For four kilometers, Morley's mouth never stopped. His outfit was comical, with a large hard-framed hiking backpack filled with an inflatable mattress and a bunch of things that he didn't have; Because he doesn't wear a hat, he looks the same as when he works in the library, except that he wears a pair of large, baggy pants on his feet. Lin Jinrong and the others had some candy, crackers and coke in the small shop, but at this time, Morley suddenly said that he had forgotten to drain the oil on the crankcase.

"Old Henry's brain forgot to refuel, so he forgot to drain the crankcase oil." Lin Jinrong said jokingly. Lin Jinrong noticed their solemn expressions, but he didn't know the seriousness of the matter, because Lin Jinrong was a layman in terms of auto machinery.

"No, it's serious, if the temperature here falls below freezing tonight, the car's radiator will be reimbursed, and that means Lin Jinrong will have to walk twelve miles back to Bridgeport and find another way home."

"But it won't have to be that cold tonight."

"You can't take that risk." Morley said. But at this time, Lin Jinrong became popular, it was obviously a very simple mountaineering trip, but he was in a lot of situations, forgetting this and that, and making them around.

"Then what do you want us to do, can't we go back four kilometers?"

"I'm the only one left to go back, drain the crankcase oil, and then go back to you. I'll meet you at the camp in the evening. "

"Well, I'll make a big bonfire," said Kunge, "and you shout at the sight of the fire, and we'll guide you." "

"It's easy."

"But you'll have to get there before it's dark."

"I will, I'll go back now."

But at this time, Lin Jinrong felt compassion for the poor and funny Morley. "Forget it, don't fuck any crankcase oil or not, come with us."

"No, I'd better go back, or I'll have to spend a lot of money to fix the car if it really gets frosty tonight." Don't worry, I won't be lonely, Lin Jinrong will walk while thinking about what the two of you will talk about along the way. Alright, I'm leaving. But be careful not to disturb the bees when you talk, and don't kick the mongrel when you walk. And if you come across a swarm of unclothed bees playing tennis, don't stare at their wings, or the poisonous needles reflected off their butts will hurt your eyes. After saying a lot of this kind of ignorance, he was reluctant to set off and walk back, muttering to himself as he went. For fear of him rubbing, they shouted from behind: "Take care, Henry, go early and return early." He didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders.