"I warned you that you would fall off the cliff sooner or later. You love to laugh, but only you know what's hidden in your smile. I've heard that in ancient times there was a handsome general who liked to wear a scary ghost mask during battles to hide his appearance. You're just like him."
"The fog here is so thick that it's hard to see clearly, but there's a knife waiting for you in the air. Snap! It'll split you in two, half hope, half despair!"
McLuhan indicated through his actions and words that he would follow them, no matter what they were going to do.
The car suddenly became a little crowded, but Shuoyu was very familiar with this kind of crowding. McLuhan's big butt was comparable to Milong's.
"Mike, you're talking about Lanling King. China has a long history, and there have been many figures worth remembering. But our leader isn't good-looking, so I don't think he needs to hide his dark face."
Si La Si La looked embarrassed, looking at Master Mai who was sitting motionless in the car, then looked at Ban Xian Er who spoke for him, and finally let Kang Ya drive to the place they had been to four times during this period.
"If you regret this, you can jump out of the car right now, Mike."
"Americans don't like riddles. I'm already in a nightmare, Jade."
"Well, my stubborn American officer, where we're going is really not a good place."
A cool mountain breeze blew over them from the deeper woods. Shuo Yu tightened his clothes. Since that day, his body had become a little weak, just like a caterpillar that must digest its original self completely in its own chrysalis before it can break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly.
As to whether the butterfly that emerges from the cocoon is still the original caterpillar, no one knows.
When they left their temporary base, Shuoyu turned around and saw that some unlucky guys who were randomly checked by Collins today had not cleaned their guns properly and were being punished. His barber knife became a torture instrument in Ayi's hand.
Sometimes he was the one who carried out the punishment, and the punishment was to shave off the heads of those who failed the test. Sometimes he would even let them go without food for a day, as hunger always made people remember something.
But Ayi's mind was obviously not here today. His eyes were watching Fanla and his group leaving, thinking that it would be great if he could be one of them.
Meng Fanle turned around and said indignantly, "That guy will definitely report us as soon as he turns around."
But Si La said that if he just waved his hand, the guy would immediately follow him with foam at the mouth.
Shuo Yu looked for a long time, until he could no longer see anything, then he spoke a few good words for his friend.
"Come on, that's enough. Ah Yi has never said anything about us. If he wanted to say something, he would have said it long ago. Can't you stop thinking such bad things about us?"
"Then could you please stop thinking so highly of everyone?"
There were still a few wisps of black smoke emanating from the Nantian Gate not far away. That was the daily cannon fire.
Still in that place, Guijian Bay, the roaring Nujiang River surged past them, taking away everything and bringing something else. Kang Ya was left on a road where cars couldn't drive up, waiting to pick up Master Mai. Shuo Yu was carrying things on his back, and his feet were stepping on the mud that had begun to turn cold and wet.
They came to a familiar place again, but this time there was an American around them. Shuo Yu took a look at the stone that was washed by the river every day. The pink marks on it had become very light.
McLuhan walked beside him, watching curiously as they wrapped their belongings, including themselves, in thick, tight waterproof sheets.
Shuo Yu was sticking dry grass and young branches on his head as a disguise, and he also put a small straw hat on the head of Master Mai beside him.
Thick mountain fog in the morning spread from the foot of Nantianmen all the way to the Nujiang River. Si La Si La, with an accent that was not sure if it was intentional, gestured to McLuhan that this was the road they were going to take.
"Master Mai, there is a way to get to the other side. We need to go through here."
The swift Nujiang River flows endlessly in front of them, telling the stories of their ancestors. Perhaps one day, this river will also tell their stories to future generations. The world has changed dramatically, but the Nujiang River roaring past them remains unchanged.
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