A dilapidated pickup truck slowly pulls up to the side of the road.

"Traveler?"

The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties, his face was very red from the sun, and his body exuded a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, and he looked up and down at the young man standing on the side of the road waving for a ride, and saw that he was about thirty years old, wearing a pair of flawed riding boots and a pair of dusty jeans, a leather jacket on his upper body, a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, a tired face, a dusty appearance, and an alert French wolfdog squatting at his feet.

In general, very few people travel with dogs, right?

In addition, travelers are generally energetic and smiling, and this young man seems to have a hidden worry on his face.

The driver didn't wait for the hitchhiker to answer, and muttered to himself, "It doesn't look like it, you're here for the pilgrimage?"

"Sort of. ”

Ron grinned.

"You can sit in, the dog can only sit in the body, if you don't agree, just wait for the next one, I don't want it to in the car!" said the driver.

"I can sit in the car without bothering, as long as it can take us to the next village. Ron said.

The driver shrugged, "It's up to you, but the body is what I use to pull goods, and it doesn't taste good." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

With that, Ron threw the duffel bag he was carrying behind his back into the body, then jumped into the body himself with the baffle and whistled to his dog, Gavin.

Gavin leaped into the car as well.

The pickup swayed for a moment and started slowly.

The smell in the car body is really not good, the smell of chicken manure and cow feces is quite pungent, and there are some machinery and sundries for farm work, but Ron is not picky, it would be good to be able to hitchhike, how can he be qualified to pick and choose?

He rubbed his sore thighs, took out a wet towel from his backpack and wiped his face, secretly feeling that he was really no longer young, and a long trip without a few dollars in his pocket might no longer be suitable for him.

Gavin was lying in the body, visibly tired. This French wolfdog is almost five years old this year, and he is no longer the one or two-year-old who is so energetic that he has nowhere to vent.

He took the sausage out of his backpack and broke it in half, half of it in his mouth and the other half for Gavin, who ate it in large gulps, and Gavin swallowed the half in two or three bites.

The driver saw his movements in the rearview mirror, opened the small window between the car and the body, and handed a bag of things through the small window, "My wife made me a beef burger, I ate half of it, if you don't mind, fill it...... The older this woman gets, the worse her brain becomes, and she forgot to put my favorite yogurt!"

"Thank you!"

Ron took the paper bag and opened it, and inside was a Big Mac-level three-tiered beef burger, half of which had been nibbled indiscriminately and slightly warm.

"Come, Gavin. He placed the burger in front of Gavin, who sniffed it and began to gobble it up.

Ron was even happier to see that his dog was full, than he could be full.

"Young man, where did you get the call?" asked the driver in a raised voice, "You don't sound like someone in the neighborhood, do you?"

"I don't have a fixed place to live, and my last stop was Romania. Ron raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat in a gesture of appreciation.

The driver smiled, "That's far enough...... I'm not a local either, but I've lived here for 20 years, so I'm half a local...... When I was younger, I was like you, wandering around, married?"

"Nope. Ron laughed.

"Look at me, I used to yearn for poetry and distant places, and after I got married, I could only shovel horse manure every day in this broken place where birds don't!" the driver complained.

"Hehe~" Ron smiled in agreement.

"Sergey. The driver struggled to turn around and reach through the small window.

"Ron, this is Gavin. Ron introduced himself and his dog.

Sergey Jan pointed to the side, "I said, Brother Ron, are you here for that?"

Ron looked over there and nodded, "Yes." ”

On the horizon, two high and low peaks stand side by side, connected by a ten-kilometer-long ridge.

That's where Ron was going on this trip – Mount Aare.

The high mountainside, covered with snow, is the Great Aare, and the low one is the Little Aare.

Armenia is a small country, and the Great Aare Mountain has a protruding peak, with an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, so most of the country can vaguely overlook the Aare Mountain when the weather is fine.

Ron came to the country and felt like he had been looking at Mount Aare, but it was always out of reach, and the soles of his shoes were worn thin.

After he left Romania, he sailed east across the Black Sea, through Georgia, and finally came to Armenia, and on the way he met a kind man like Sergei who was willing to give him a ride, so he hitched, if not, he walked on two legs, but Gavin, who was suffering from no shoes, wanted to walk with him.

Originally, it was very convenient to fly, but who told him to stuff most of the money on his body to the wife of his hunting companion, and he couldn't buy a flight ticket or money to check Gavin, so he had to go through a lot of trouble.

He didn't have a mobile phone, and before entering Armenia, he made a call from a public phone, and learned that his companion's condition was still not improving, he was still insane, and his companion's wife and daughter could not afford to hire foreign experts to treat him, which strengthened his determination to try to find the legendary monastery in the mountains of Aal, and use the power of angels to heal his companion.

He didn't believe it before, but after experiencing the unbelievable things in the forests of Romania, he had to believe it.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the approaching Mount Aare, the snow on the top of the mountain reflecting the setting sun, standing under the fiery clouds in the sky, beautiful as an oil painting.

Sergei was silent for a moment, then asked, "Ron, what do you do?" I mean, what do you eat when you wander around?"

"Hunting. "I'm good at hunting, so sometimes those rich young ladies want to experience the fun of hunting in the real forest, and they will pay people like us to go into the mountains with them, or sometimes where there are wild beasts hurting people, the local government will pay us to hunt." ”

"Ah...... Sounds good, it's exciting!" Sergey patted the steering wheel and sighed: "This kind of life is called life!"

Ron smiled bitterly, he had no other skills, so he could only do this kind of work to support himself, this kind of work is dangerous and hard, and he doesn't earn as much as he imagined, and there is no company to spend money on medical insurance for them, everything has to be done by himself, he has worked hard for several years, and he has barely saved money.

"It doesn't look like you're a person who would come on a pilgrimage, so what are you here for?" Sergei's tone changed, with a slight hint of interrogation, which is like this in many small places, and he is very wary of outsiders.

Ron hesitated for a moment and asked rhetorically, "Sergey, you have lived at the foot of Mount Aare for twenty years, have you ever heard of angels on the mountain?"

"Hey, young man, watch your words!" Sergei warned, turning his head and warning: "'Mount Aller' is the name of those Turks next door, and we Armenians call it 'Mount Aralat', do you understand? If my father-in-law hears it...... I mean, if my father-in-law heard it while he was still alive, he would have beaten you out!"

"Uh...... I'm sorry. Ron quickly apologized, and said in his heart, but Aalshan is obviously in Turkey, shouldn't he use someone else's name?

Sergei snorted and turned his head to look at the road ahead, "I didn't think I heard it just now, I'm only half a local anyway...... Isn't it nonsense that you ask if there are angels on Mount Arararat? Ararat means the place where God dwells in Armenian, and how can there be no angels in the place where God lives?"

"Oh, have you seen the angels of Mount Arararat?" said Ron.

Compared to the small country, there are many churches in Armenia, and when Ron walks the streets of the town, he often sees nuns wearing nuns' clothes, but these nuns are slightly different from Catherine's and their nuns' clothes, and they do not have hoods.

Every time he saw the nuns, he couldn't help but want to go over and stop them, asking them if they knew the location of the monastery of Mount Aare, and if they knew Catherine...... But he knew that such a question was too abrupt, and that they were secular nuns, Catherine...... But she is an extraordinary nun.

Sergei stared ahead, "No, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I've only heard people talk about it, but you know, legend is that this kind of thing is not accurate." ”

Ron nodded thoughtfully.

"So, you're here to visit the saint?" asked Sergei.

"Pretty much. "Ron had no intention of hiding it.

"Be careful that the saint did not visit, but left his life on Mount Arararat. Sergei kindly warned, "Mount Ararat is difficult to climb, even by mountaineers." ”

Ron smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's worth a bad life." ”

Sergei looked at him unexpectedly through the rearview mirror, "Looks like you have a request for an angel?"

"Yes. ”

Anyway, the road was boring, so Ron told his story, he didn't talk too complicated, only said that he had encountered a demon in the forest of Romania, and his companion was frightened to madness, and his only hope was to come to the angel.

"Well......" Sergei didn't think he was lying, otherwise he could have made up a more credible lie, and the melancholy on his face was unmistakable, he did not venture to the Aare for his own benefit, but for the sake of his less familiar companions.

"It's getting late, where are you going to stay tonight?" Sergey changed the subject.

"Find a sheltered place to pitch a tent. Ron patted his backpack, he couldn't afford to live in a hotel, not even a motel, he had been camping all the way.

Sergei turned his head, "Do you want to stay at my house tonight?"

Ron was stunned.

"I'd love to hear stories about your adventures in various places, and think of it as lodging fees. Sergei said, "Besides, if you want to go to the court to see the angels, why do you have to take a bath first, and your dog, now you smell worse than horse manure, do you want to smoke the angels to death?"

Ron raised his arm and sniffed his sleeve, he couldn't smell his own body anymore, but he hadn't taken a shower since he entered the Romanian forest and hid in an underground bunker until now, and the smell on his body was understandable.

"Thank you very much. But he was disrespectful.

Sergei's home is a farm, close to the Aare Mountains, almost on the edge of the national border, and across the border, there is the Aare Mountains in Turkey.

Sergei's wife was a middle-aged woman with a thick voice, and it was impossible to see how the young Sergei had fallen in love with her and was willing to stay in the village to shovel horse manure, but she was cheerful and hospitable, and was glad to see Ron's visit, but after he entered the door, she drove him and Gavin to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ron took a hot shower and bathed Gavin, and the mud and sand from the man and dog almost blocked the drain of the bathtub.

After the shower, he shaved, dried Gavin's hair, and then cleaned the bathtub, tossing and turning in the bathroom for nearly two hours.

At the door of the bathroom was a set of Sergei's youthful clothes.

Ron changes his clothes and leaves the bathroom with Gavin.

Sergei and his wife were already seated at the table ready to eat, with baked potatoes, grilled lamb chops, baguettes and vegetable soup, and a plate of baked potatoes and lamb chops on the floor.

It had been a long time since Ron had eaten a serious meal, and while he was eating, he chatted with Sergei and his wife, and told the interesting stories he had encountered while hunting in the mountains and forests as stories, and the couple listened so attentively that they forgot to put food in their mouths.

After eating, Ron helped clean up the dishes, and the three of them sat in the living room, watching TV with a warm fireplace, and Gavin napping on the carpet.

If outsiders don't know about this scene, they may think that they are a family of three.

Sergei took the remote control and kept adjusting the table, trying to find a ball game to see.

"Wait a minute, please go back to the station!" Ron was also fighting his eyelids, but a flash of TV footage lifted his spirits.

Sergey went back to the channel he had just had.

The news was playing in Armenian, which Ron didn't understand, and he asked Sergei to call it back because he saw a few familiar faces, but wasn't sure if he was wrong.

"What's in the news?" he asked.

The TV was showing aerial footage of something smoking in the forest.

"Hmm...... It's said that there was a plane crash in something far away, and quite a few people may have died. Sergei noticed his strange expression and asked, "What?

"May God bless them. Sergei's wife crossed it.

In the news, the names and passport portraits of the passengers of the plane are displayed in rows, and it is hoped that the families of the passengers will contact the airline as soon as possible.

Cold, sleepy, Ron stared at Catherine and the other four nuns.

No way......

Is it possible that the relationship between one side of the Romanian forest has been separated by yin and yang in the blink of an eye?