Hearing this, Xiaopang nodded, and then asked how Xiaorou and I met. When I mentioned this, I couldn't laugh or cry. Xiaorou is different from other girls. She is definitely an irritating person who will not pay for her life.
My little enemy. I was bullied by this little girl back then. Little Fatty would never understand the embarrassing experience of being taken advantage of and having to apologize to others...
But I can’t say that in front of this guy. For a man who is about to fall on the front line, there must be some encouragement. Thinking of this, I put my arms around his neck and laughed like a veteran:
"My brother was not as good as you back then. You were rich and powerful, but my brother had nothing at that time.
!Do you know how I chased her? It was just persistence! But persistence is not enough. You have to talk about tactics. If you want to win, you must advance the enemy and retreat, harass the enemy when he is stationed, attack when the enemy is tired, and retreat when the enemy retreats.
The strategies and tactics of chasing should be followed to the end. If there is an opportunity, go for it, even if you don’t have the chance to create an opportunity, go for it..."
When I was in college, I had been doing propaganda work. I had a lot of theoretical knowledge and a smooth tongue. I was already familiar with the unscrupulous business of bragging and bullying children. It didn’t take long for me to talk nonsense to the children.
Fatty was stunned for a moment. Until the boy returned to his room, scratching his head, he was still rolling his eyes and thinking about what I said.
Seeing that he was so "easy to learn", I felt so happy that I packed my bags and fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, at around nine o'clock, we left the hotel after breakfast and set off on time according to the route we had planned in advance. We first went to a courier company's station to pick up some equipment that could not be taken on the train, and then went to a local
The club bought some travel supplies, and by the time everything was done, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
After backing up twice, I finally got on a long-distance bus bound for the Changbai Mountain tourist area. Halfway through the bus, Master Jiu answered a phone call, and then the driver who drove the car stopped the car in a timely manner as promised.
The three of us climbed over the guardrail and ran down the highway. We saw an old man driving a truck squatting on the side of the road smoking on a country road under the highway bridge.
The old man must be in his fifties, a little thin, a little dark, and his long years of work have added a sense of vicissitudes of life on his ravaged face that is not consistent with his age. However, old age does not mean weakness, and it is different from ordinary old men.
Yes, this man has a very straight back and a windy walk. When facing us, he seems very indifferent and calm, without any sense of restraint like the first meeting.
Instinct tells me that this is no ordinary person.
In his hand, he held a torn paper roll used to roll cigarettes. While pinching tobacco leaves in the old cigarette bag, he looked at us sideways. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he saw us walking over.
"You...are you going into the mountains?" As soon as he got closer, the old man struck a match and asked Master Jiu.
"Yes, Mr. Mao asked us to come here." Master Jiu nodded after hearing this.
"Oh, then... just get in the car and I'll take you there." The old man said, patted the dust on his body and stood up, then turned around and untied the reins and jumped onto the donkey cart.
The little donkey is black and looks quite young. The bridle and other items are very old, but it looks neat and clean.
The little fat guy had never made a donkey cart before, and he looked very excited as he shook his head. In contrast, Jin Jiuye's face was much uglier. It could be seen from his eyes that this old boy was definitely extremely careful.
"Uncle, where are we going?" Looking at the dense elm trees on both sides of the road, I always felt a little uneasy. Looking for a moment, I turned around and asked the old man. Hearing this, the old man waved his whip lightly and did not answer me.
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When we got off the highway, it was already past seven o'clock. It gets dark later in the summer here, so we could still see the surroundings clearly. But as time went by, the surrounding visibility became lower and lower, and the scenery on both sides became quieter.
Things started to change. After more than an hour of wandering, the area where the donkey cart was located was completely dark...
"Uncle, where are we going? It's so dark, why don't you light a lamp?" It was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I walked forward and said to him patiently.
When the old man heard this, he tilted his head slightly. I didn't see his face or his eyes. I only saw him rummaging in the toolbox next to the car for a long time and pulled out a very old kerosene lamp.
The thing looks like it was left over from the Anti-Japanese War, and it still has a green patina. After being burned, its actual effect is not much better than a candle.
He lit the lamp a little impatiently, hung it on the cart, and then urged the donkey cart to continue moving. Seeing that this man didn't like to talk much, I felt a little awkward, but it's better to do less than to do more when I'm out, so I shook my head and let it go.
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As time went by, the paint road underfoot soon came to an end. After a downhill slope, the uneven dirt road was left under the wheels. The road was about two meters wide and could only accommodate a donkey.
Between the two compacted ruts, there were quite a few weeds over a foot high, alternating with yellow and green, giving people an extremely desolate and miserable feeling.
In contrast, after the road became difficult to walk, the woods on both sides became thicker and thicker. Soon, the donkey cart completely lost its sense of light as if it were traveling in a tunnel. With the help of that pitiful little light,
All that can be seen is the position of the donkey's head.
Xiaopang dug out a wolf-eye flashlight in his bag, but Master Jiu waved his hand to signal him to put it back. At this time, we all found that the old man was holding the whip, still looking ahead, silent and calm.
He shook his head as the road surface undulated. A small bell on the donkey's harness made a long series of ethereal tinkling sounds from time to time, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the car also swayed and creaked.
The little black donkey was very calm. After walking for several hours, his pace remained steady without any change.
"Uncle, where are we going?"
It was getting darker and darker, so I asked him a little suspiciously. At first, I thought the old man was going to send us to a small restaurant in a farmhouse to stay overnight.
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"Don't you want to go into the mountains? Since you are going to the mountains, don't even think about resting. If you can't reach the place you want to go to today, you will have to continue walking tomorrow night." The old man said, sighing, and it sounded like
It seems very regretful.
"Uncle, what do you mean? Can this mountain road only be walked at night?" I laughed when I heard this.
"Haha, this road is not that easy to find. Even at night, it is not possible to walk every day." The old man said and smiled conspiratorially.