The Great Wall is one of the symbols of China. There is no Chinese who does not know the Great Wall, and there is no Chinese who is not proud of the Great Wall. And I am the proud one!
This season is the coldest season in the north. The Great Wall is covered with white snow inside and outside, and it is a chilling scene. It is not particularly beautiful to look at originally, but as soon as the sun comes out, the Great Wall is immediately reflected in a golden and red color. There is majesty in the chilling, and dignity in the chilling.
Kill! This is the true meaning of the Great Wall.
Looking at Jiadao again, I was already shocked by the Great Wall in winter.
The Great Wall in winter is indeed very majestic. If any of my friends have the opportunity to come to the north in winter, as long as you find me, Mr. Long, I will definitely entertain you well and take you to visit the Great Wall in winter.
Although the Great Wall is beautiful in winter, not many people can appreciate it because of the cold weather, so there are few people, but it is also quiet. At this time, I felt relaxed and looked around. Suddenly, I saw a
People, looking from a distance, there is a person who keeps patting the Great Wall and wiping his eyes. A gust of wind blows, and there is an intermittent whimpering sound, as if he is crying! That person seems to have cried enough.
I wiped my hand on my face, and immediately, a pair of big black eyes appeared on my face. The man was wearing a long black windbreaker and a black sun hat. I was shocked. It was that man.
Man! It's the old man! It must be him! I immediately took big steps and ran towards the man, but the man had already turned around and walked down the mountain.
Jia Dao, who was intoxicated next to me, was startled. He chased me closely and kept shouting, "Master Long, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly start running? Are you crazy? Wait for me!"
Advanced technology is a good thing, but it also has shortcomings. It's like a double-edged sword. In the past, you really had to climb the Great Wall and walk step by step. But now a cable car has been built in the middle of the Great Wall. It's useless to run fast or slow. That old man
I was already sitting in the cable car, drifting down the mountain, and I was so angry that I was furious.
I jumped to the cable car, but the cable car didn't even move. The conductor's shrew-like voice came from behind, "Come down and pay!" I felt helpless because in the world, everything costs money. I quickly jumped off the cable car and threw a ticket to the conductor, completely ignoring the fact that I was about to pay.
Jia Dao rushed over and jumped onto the cable car again amid Jia Dao's complaints.
The cable car ride was smooth and slow, completely ignoring my anxious state, and finally reached the foot of the mountain tepidly. At this time, I no longer had any hope of catching up with the old man.
I slowly walked out of the gate of the tourist area and leaned lazily on the gate pillar, thinking about waiting for Jia Dao to come down. I thought, hadn’t the old man’s windbreaker, hat and glasses been thrown away? Did he buy them again? Inadvertently
I looked to the side and saw that the old man was secretly looking at me in the woods beside the road, holding a small package in his hand. The big brim of his hat covered his face with big black sunglasses. The old man looked at me and looked at him.
He looked very curious. I immediately rushed towards the old man without thinking too much, I just wanted to catch him. This opportunity was too rare. In fact, this thing was very strange. The old man seemed to see me noticing him on the Great Wall.
Then he chose to go down the mountain. Logically speaking, he should have disappeared into the vast sea of people by now, but the old man didn't leave. Was he waiting for me? But why did he run so fast when he took the severed hand from my house?
Woolen cloth?
Regardless of this, catch him first!
The old man saw me running towards him with fierce momentum, and opened his mouth. Because the old man was wearing big sunglasses, I couldn't see his expression, but looking at his mouth, I knew that the old man was a little surprised.
Without saying a word, I pounced forward and pushed the old man to the ground. Some people would say, Mr. Long, you bastard, are you allowed to use force on this old man? If the old man hurts his arms or legs or has something wrong with him,
, everyone will not let you go!
In fact, there was a reason why I held down the old man and used force on him, because I knew that this old man was not an ordinary old man. Has anyone seen an old man who was not defeated in a fight with Chen Fucai, who is already in his prime? Has anyone seen him be beaten by five people?
Who has seen the old man who was able to run away even though four pistols were shot through his chest? Who has seen the old man who had his hand cut off by Chen Fucai but was able to steal it back from my house and run wild? Who has seen the old man who was afraid of being caught by me and pretended to be a fake?
The cunning old man living in the park? I don’t know if you have seen him before, but this is the first time I have seen him!
There was indeed something wrong with the old man whom I pinned to the ground. The power of resistance was definitely not what the old man could exert! But I vaguely felt something was wrong.
The old man kept struggling under me, knocking off the big straw hat and the black glasses on his face. I looked at the old man with mocking eyes. I wanted to reprimand him, why did he deceive me, a kind person who sent him to the hotel?
Man! What secret does he have!
However, I was stunned!
The old man holding me down is definitely not the old man who took the severed hand from my house! This is a bit convoluted, and the following plot is even more convoluted. Please be patient and read on, and this matter is very important.
I have to explain it, so I will try to explain it clearly and differentiate between the two old men.
The old man below me took advantage of my distraction and pushed me away. His face was already red with anger. He stood up, patted the dust on his body with his hands, and then yelled at me, "You bastard!
How dare you be so rude to me, come on!" After looking at no one around him, he immediately changed his words, "I will never let you go!" with a condescending attitude.
At this time, Jia Dao had already rushed over and saw the scene just now. He ran between me and the old man like flying, spread out his hands to block me and the old man, and looked at me angrily, his eyes full of confusion.
Worried and angry. I understand what Jia Dao means, bullying the old and the weak, shameless and obscene!
I don’t have time to explain, because my head is a little confused now. This old man is not the old man who sneaked into my house, so who is he? Some keen friends said, Mr. Long, you are really not as magical as the rumors say, this old man must be
It's that old man, don't you know there is a skill called the art of disguise? This old man and that old man are the same person, they just disguise themselves.
No! Absolutely not! First of all, this old man has a thin face, while that old man has a square face. No matter how magical the disguise is, it cannot transform the face shape into such a different and natural one. This old man has a goat on his chin.
Hu, but the old man has a beard and cheeks. Even if these disguise techniques can be done, the eyes cannot be changed. Even wearing contact lenses cannot change the unique temperament of each person in the eyes!
The old man's eyes exuded a kind of nobility, a very proud, contemptuous and condescending nobility that made people feel at first sight that he was someone who had been in a position of power for a long time.
After stealing the severed hand, I helped the old man to the hotel. Although his face was pale and his appearance was bleak due to the injury to the severed hand, his eyes were full of domineering. This was one of the reasons why I always felt something was wrong. The severed hand
Although the old man's eyes were haggard, they were supreme and domineering, looking at the mountains and mountains, like a fearless overlord.
The nobility and domineeringness shown in the eyes of the two people are completely different between the two people.
More importantly, this old man's hand is not broken. Looking at his wrist, let alone a broken hand, there is not even a small scar. So who is this old man? Because this old man is more
If he is skinny, call him a skinny old man!
And the old man with the severed hand was called Fat Old Man!