At the end of the original forest of Wanda Mountain in the Little Khingan Mountains, which has always been a place with few donkey trails, today a motorcade ran over it with a fierce flame. Five off-road vehicles exuded a sense of recklessness. Two Hummers with Shanghai license plates, one JEEP horse herder, one Dongfeng warrior, and the last one was the BJ212 that should have been discontinued long ago, It can be seen that this group of "donkey friends" who run to the border of the Great Northeast with full food are very valuable.
Although the road was rough, fortunately it was not snowy. The motorcade finally stopped at a village that was destined not to appear on any map. The village was about 60 or 70 households in size. The leading Dongfeng Warrior left a tall young man. At first glance, it would give people the impression of having developed limbs and a simple mind. But if someone had understood the meaning of the license plate beginning with "Shen K3", Maybe I think this guy with a slightly superficial look is not as simple as it seems. There is a tired girl in the passenger seat of the car. Just showing her face is enough to make her become the favorite of all kinds of men. Unfortunately, that slightly thick makeup brings a few points of makeup to label her as coquettish.
Hummer and herders walked down from three young people. At a glance, they could see that they were southerners, with well proportioned figures. They were all dressed in standard off-road clothes, and occasionally exposed wristwatches or mobile phones were shocking. These young people who drove high-end off-road vehicles around China were not necessarily rich men, but they were definitely not poor.
Beijing Jeep 212 jumped off a woman, wearing a cap that covered half of her face, besides a pair of not light black frame glasses, holding a camera in her hand, and a thick camouflage dress that intentionally or unintentionally hid her figure curve. Behind her was a man about 30 years old, with a clean flat head, masculine and vigorous, quiet and dull, She followed her to the outside of the village without saying a word and watched her pick up a picture to shoot a wall slogan.
"Yang Shao, where is she sacred?" The southern youth driving the horse herder asked curiously. There were only two women in the motorcade, and one of them was a famous flower. The youth was used to having beautiful women warm up every night on his own territory, so naturally he had to look at the young woman who only took photos all the way, If it were not for the fact that everyone in this line of people had a different background, he would have been tempted to force himself to bow.
"In fact, I don't know very well. She joined in for some reason. I don't think she is like a troublemaker, so I'm too lazy to investigate. Lingfeng, if you really like this girl, I can help you find out her exact details. Our circle says big things can be said big things, small things can be said small."
The tall young man who squinted his eyes and leaned over to enjoy the village scenery smiled, but did not turn his head to look at his companions. This smile made his face with no depth deepen, "Then don't call me Yang Shao. Young Master or something is not popular here. I don't know what your habits are. At least I'm not used to it. Besides, I'm a small civil servant who lives in the local army and waits for death. It sounds like you are humiliating me. So you'd better call me my name in the future, please."
"Medium." The young man in the south, who is nearly half a head shorter, chuckles in the tone of the Northeast dialect. He doesn't like to call his peers "Yang Shao" in his heart. He always feels that not only his height is shorter, but also his dignity is shorter. He glanced at the young woman who was shooting in the distance and smiled. Instinctively, he lowered his voice and said, "You don't want to play until you chase her."
"What can we do, women, let us play."
The young man who drove the military vehicle of Heilongjiang Military Region to the border patted his partner on the shoulder, looked disapproval, and estimated that he was an extreme male chauvinist. He looked down at the "friend" who came from Shanghai, and then glanced at the Dongfeng warrior that looked no different from the Hummer. The girl who was his girlfriend in name just stretched her waist, showing a curve, and he showed a smile that was far from decent, "If you don't feel dirty, go back to Harbin and take the girl back to play for a few days. Anyway, she is a woman who only knows money."
The two people looked at each other and smiled, as if they had a good appetite.
The village is very small, which can be quickly spread to the whole village. For most members of the village who have not been electrified for a long time, the tractor has been their ultimate imagination. Today, the five steel and iron beasts that came to the entrance of the village in one breath are undoubtedly a huge visual impact, Not only did the children with shabby clothes and dirty clothes lie down behind the fence or the earth wall and stare hard, but almost all the villagers stood in the distance with awe and envy. Two bolder children crept to touch these giants. A young man driving a Hummer glared at them and immediately fled to a mountain far away from the village, It seems that the city man who is too clean to look good is more dangerous than the leopard who can beat down the old scalper. The girl who is full of delicacy has just walked down from the Dongfeng Warrior. Seeing this funny behavior, she laughed wildly, making a group of villagers who have only seen "Tianxian Beauty" in a few rare New Year pictures in their lives almost fall to the ground.
Several young people seem to be discussing things when they get together, while those simple villagers stare at them from afar, with simple eyes even without jealousy.
How many generations are needed to climb and struggle from this world to that world?
With plain cap, gender ambiguous military boots, and black framed glasses that cover the eyes, women seem to be different from those young people.
Lanterns, fences, old tractors that had long disappeared in big cities, and even some innocent child standing in the distance grinning at her, all became the visual collections of this woman. She silently incorporated these things into her eyes and put them into the camera. Finally, she walked along a path into the village on the hillside. As far as houses were concerned, The mud house here is obviously not comparable to some ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River that she has been to. She stopped and walked. When she came to a flat space, she saw a basketball stand. Although it was poorly made, it surprised her. After all, this is the most remote corner in China. She smiled gently and looked at two villagers on the flat ground who seemed a little unusual.
One is tall and the other is short, and the temperament is quite different. Maybe it is because the whole village is simple to almost pale, or the big man is silly and stupid, which makes her feel that the shorter villagers under the basketball stand are a bit strange. She is familiar with photography, so she can't help looking at the guy more. He is twenty-five years old, about seventy-five meters old, Among the northerners, Sheila is very tall, but she has a pale southerner face. Even if her harsh aesthetic views are lowered, he will not be among the handsome. In fact, if he is put into the city crowd, even she is famous for her excellent memory, it will be difficult to make a clear impression. But such a person, Standing in a remote village near the northeast of China, holding a mending basketball, she stared at her foolishly without blinking, and finally let her show a long lost bright smile. She captured this interesting picture with a sense of achievement.
Then she turned and walked away.
For the woman who always keeps a book of "A Tale of Two Cities" and a book of "Will to Power" in the travel bag, love at first sight, fate, these things are negligible little things. Toads are eager to wait for the swans who don't care about appearance to land, but it is unknown that swans who reach this realm are basically not interested in all toads or even swans.
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"Rich, beautiful?" The shorter young man finally blinked his eyes. When the woman walked away, he smiled with white teeth. He tilted his head to look at the big fool standing nearby, a tall guy who was at least two meters tall. Even in the Northeast, such a big guy still had a sense of standing out from the crowd, but it was a pity that he had a silly smile that would never change, Destroyed his original dignity and oppression.
The big fool didn't speak. He opened his mouth. His teeth were also unusually white. The radian of his mouth was bigger. It was really silly to smile.
"Don't laugh!" said the guy holding the basketball with a light face.
The big fool immediately stopped smiling and was serious, but still made people feel funny.
Throwing the basketball to a silly young man whose skin color is incompatible with the whole village, he said with a narrow smile: "Rich, or you want to marry such a wife?"
A big fool with a very local name smiled again, which meant that there was no remedy.
This time, the shorter youth did not stop, but reluctantly took the basketball thrown back and made a rather poor three-step layup, and the ball failed to score.
A barefoot child ran to the open ground breathlessly, looked down on the ball, crossed his waist and said in dialect: "Er Gou, there are many 'cars' coming to the village head that you used to tell us, and the village head Li Lame is talking with those people. Don't you go to see them? There is a beautiful person. After seeing her, Li Lame is not lame anymore."
He bent over and picked up the basketball. He was called "Two Dogs". He smiled and asked, "How beautiful is that?"
After pondering for a long time, the little fart boy blushed and said, "It's like a fairy on the painting!"
He smiled and said, "Why don't we make a bet that if that beautiful person like a fairy talks to me, you can secretly pour me two cups of your bottle of medicinal wine?"
"No gambling."
"Cowards."
"Just bet!"
It seems that young people can already smell the fragrance of the medicinal wine. Putting aside the wine, the pure wild ginseng with four grades of leaves, plus the best deer antler "snow flakes", as well as some precious yams that can't be named, such medicinal wine is simply a rare wine. He closed his eyes, squatted down on the basketball, smiled, and looked toward the village head, He muttered: "It's a good thing to wait for the hare. Are the ancestral graves smoking?"
