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In the morning, when the first ray of dawn tore through the darkness and fell on the earth like water, the forest that had been silent all night became lively. The birds were still singing the same way, and none of them seemed monotonous.

In the cave, Binglan lay in Lao Tao's arms and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes seemed a little different. There were rippling water in her pretty eyes. She lazily got up and raised her voice. Eyes also made a habitual "hmm" sound and turned three corners, looking very weak.

In the past two days, she didn't know how many times she had done so. She only knew that Fei'er would definitely be dead.

This was not a man her frame could handle.

Binglan is very proud.

If it's not porcelain, don't mess with diamonds. It's just causing everyone some trouble, and it's useless.

"Old Taoist, wake up." Binglan's voice became so squeaky that she didn't know whether she was self-taught or learned from some amateur fox. It made people feel sore, backache, and leg cramps.

Before the old man opened his eyes, he straightened his arms and stretched them like a salted fish. He let out a long yawn with "ah" in his mouth. Then he opened his eyes and said in a loud voice: "What are you doing up here?" ? I’m only eighteen today.”

Binglan's eyebrows were like silk, and the silk threads were entangled with the old man: "I want to leave today,"

"Oh, you don't need to accept Fei'er's favor. We'll leave tomorrow."

"It's your grandma's." Binglan frowned instantly: "I won't let you accept her favor."

"It belongs to your uncle." The old man sat up, but his tone was three points lower: "Okay, I will take you to the border."

"We're home." Binglan pouted.

The old Taoist glared and said, "I'll beat you if I go any further."

Binglan decisively took out her last trump card and sat there aggrievedly and cried.

The old Taoist was a little at a loss, but after all, he was not bound by rules, so he quickly thought of a way, "Eat first."

Binglan stopped crying immediately. The whole venison was roasted and placed in the cave, enough for three days.

Both of them were full at the moment.

Binglan was happily getting ready to put on her clothes when she was pressed directly by the old Taoist and began to rub hard.

Binglan realized that she had been deceived, struggled and hit the old man twice, and soon the fingers became soft, like a cigarette lingering around the man.

an hour later.

Binglan struggled to get up again and pouted: "We're home."

Then he was pushed down and rubbed again.

Repeatedly.

until noon.

Binglan fell asleep from exhaustion.

The old Taoist proudly started eating barbecue. He found that his appetite had increased dramatically in the past two days. Eating ten pounds of venison in one meal was like losing a date.

"What's going on? Zang Hong seems to be like this."

The old man murmured to himself.

Although he and Zang Hong only fought once, and it seemed that there was no winner or lose, the old Taoist knew in his heart that he was one step behind Zang Hong.

Because he was holding a rocket launcher, and he was every inch longer and stronger, but Zang Hong was not inferior at all.

But now, the old Taoist suddenly found that his strength had greatly increased, and even if he was defeated, he was no weaker than Zang Hong.

When night fell again, Binglan woke up. She didn't say she was going home, she ate meat when she got up, and the old man also ate with her.

When the two of them were full again, Binglan said seriously: "Leave me some dignity and leave now. I must leave before midnight."

The old Taoist nodded, "There's enough time, let's go."

……

The branches covering the narrow entrance were removed, and the two of them got out one after another.

Binglan discovered that autumn in the Far East came early. Although the summer heat had not yet passed, the nights were already a bit cool, and the air suddenly became dry and refreshing.

"It's a cool autumn day." Binglan sighed.

The corner of the veteran's mouth twitched, "Don't show off, I am also a high school graduate."

"Oh, what's the next sentence?" Binglan squinted, full of teasing, because it was the last sentence.

The old Taoist's mind was racing, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Who is the shadow going to?"

Binglan's heart was shaken violently. Is this what he felt?Heaven, earth, which god showed up and gave this savage a new heart?

But then I thought, this is all my fault, women don't cheat, men don't open their mouths, there are many.

She said with admiration on her face: "Old Taoist, you are my idol."

The old man said proudly: "It's funny, Xia Chuan learned all the lyrics he wrote from me."

Binglan was even more elated. If a man is willing to brag with a woman, it is equivalent to the meaning of a peacock spreading its tail.

But she didn't dare to let Lao Dao show off her talent, so as not to scare the she-wolf into miscarriage. She just held Lao Dao's hand affectionately and walked forward leisurely, regretting that such a romantic moment was not at dusk.

But the old man couldn't contain his enthusiasm, "Shall I sing you a song I wrote?"

Binglan's hair stood up in surprise, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Sing."

The old Taoist immediately cleared his throat and started singing with a roar. But after singing a line, he found that the tune had gotten higher, so he searched again a few times. He searched so carefully that he didn't even notice Binglan's whole body shaking.

Finally, he finally understood that the more he tried to copy Xia Chuan's melody, the more out of tune he became. This was the feeling he needed. He simply stopped pursuing accuracy and just sang casually:

The sunset is pinned to my clothes, and the setting sun sends me an old horse...

He memorized the lyrics very well. He had planned to rely on this for the rest of his life to show off, but he finally used it this time, and he was a little better than Xia Chuan. He completely sang the Jianghu flavor, without any sense of polish, and matched His image is so contagious.

Binglan was stunned. She estimated that this was written by Xia Chuan to Lao Dao, and there was no other explanation.

But the image of the old Taoist was perfectly performed in this song, and she quickly became addicted to it. She just wanted to abandon her family, her responsibilities, her wealth and splendor, and follow the old Taoist to wander around the world, playing the harp and singing.

After the old man sang it once, he asked, "How did I write it?"

Binglan said sincerely: "Old Taoist, don't ask people about their writing in the future. Compared with what you sing, their writing is really not that good."

The flattery shot was extremely precise, right at the most itchy place between the two buttocks. The old man laughed proudly:

"Then I'll sing it to you a few more times."

Later, the veteran became more proficient in singing, and the more he sang, the more accurately he found the tune.

Binglan was so happy that she almost flew up.

As the venison was digested, the two walked faster and faster, entering an inexplicable state of mutual dependence.

Ten p.m.

There are still two hours left before Binglan's required departure time.

They finally approached the location of Binglanzang's jeep. They each hid their figures on the left and right sides of the road and moved forward silently.

Even after reaching the location of the jeep, no one was found lurking.

Binglan stretched out her hand and pointed across the road.

The old man put down all his equipment and only brought a pistol. Then he took a deep breath and suddenly rushed across the road like a sharp arrow. Binglan felt that his eyes were blurred, and he had entered the woods on the opposite side.

Binglan secretly took a breath, why does the speed of the old man seem to be faster again?

Not long after, there was a click in the forest opposite.

Binglan knew that someone's neck had been broken.

There was no need to use the gun, so you can imagine how fast the veteran was.

The old man carefully searched the area again, then walked back calmly: "No more."

Binglan said: "There is a bomb under the car, and it was detonated by the rear drive shaft. Can you drag the car to the middle of the road without turning the rear wheels?"

"no problem."

The old man bent down to grab the chassis, and with a sudden lift, the entire rear wheel was airborne.

Binglan's eyes widened, this is really an iron bull. My land has been plowed until it becomes bare, but he is not tired at all?

The old man stepped back step by step and pulled the jeep onto the road, just lying in the middle.

Then, the two people staggered the handlebars on both sides of the road to ensure that no matter which direction they parked, they could take over the car.