The highest point of the Badaling Great Wall is high and the wind is strong. I sweat all over my body. Under the wind of the mountain, it is cool and comfortable. I think of the beacon fires and wolf smoke here hundreds of years ago, and the iron armor is sturdy, and a heroic spirit is born from my heart.

More than 20 years ago, there was a Mazui Villager standing in the same position, with his mighty body standing in the wind, laughing at the sky and showing his romantic charm.

Mazui Village, Jiangzhou, and Tianjing, he walked step by step along his road. Although he did not have his elegant and heroic posture, he had experienced twists and turns in a grand manner.

Whether this path is right or wrong is no longer important. There is no way out to go to this point, and there is no way out. There is no way to hesitate at all. Only by going on and moving on unswervingly will it not matter what the result is.

Han Yao accidentally caught Lu Shanmin's eyes and couldn't help but feel curious and surprised. The man in front of him was at most twenty-four or five years old, not much older than her, but his eyes were very complicated, with a kind of vicissitudes of life and a kind of

Looking at the mountains, the heroic spirit and perseverance are completely beyond the purity that he should have at his age. Although this kind of look has never been seen among his peers, the elders in the family, her father, grandfather, and uncle

Uncles have more or less like this, but they have been raised in high positions for many years, and he is still so young.

Lu Shanmin turned around and smiled at her, revealing her white teeth, looking a little silly and honest.

Han Yao rubbed her eyes and felt his smile a little obscene.

"Look at it and dig out your eyes."

Lu Shanmin turned his head and said, "You reminded me of a friend."

"Female"? Han Yao asked in a strange way.

"right".

"Very pretty"? Perhaps it was due to women's instinct, Han Yao asked subconsciously.

"You can't describe her as being beautiful."

Han Yao cut it out, "It's mysterious."

Lu Shanmin smiled, took out his cell phone and handed it to Han Yao.

Han Yao frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Please take a photo for me. The first time I climb the Great Wall is worth nostalgic."

Han Yao reached out to grab the phone and looked at Lu Shanmin contemptuously, "the country bumpkin".

Han Yao took the phone and took a few steps back. She looked at Lu Shanmin with a smile from the camera. She suddenly found that the person's smile was very clean, as clean as the clear stream. She didn't understand, how was a person's expression?

It may change so quickly, sometimes like a frivolous slut, sometimes like a hero who will be the top, sometimes like a child in the mountains without dust, becoming faster than a chameleon.

"Have you seen enough?" Lu Shanmin asked quippedly.

Han Yao bit her lower lip and glared at Lu Shanmin, letting you perform again

OK, he was also a scumbag. He quickly pressed the shutter and threw the phone to Lu Shanmin.

Lu Shanmin reached out and grabbed it, pressed it on his phone a few times.

Han Yao's cell phone rang out immediately. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was a MMS message sent to her by Lu Shanmin, which was the photo she just took.

"Who wants your photos"!

Lu Shanmin put his cell phone in his pocket and walked slowly downward, "Save it, maybe this photo will become an unforgettable memory for you in your life."

"Scumbag, arrogant maniac." Han Yao quickly clicked the deletion button. Yu Guang saw Lu Shanmin's back and hesitated for a while but finally didn't press it.

Lu Shanmin looked at the red leaves all over the mountains, and couldn't help but ring the red leaves of that year again, murmured, "If she were there, I would definitely write a poem again."

Han Yao pursed her lips in disbelief, "You can still write poetry in this way."

Lu Shanmin frowned slightly, "I actually have some experience in writing poetry. Poetry is used to express the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the inner world and the beauty and ugliness of all affairs in this world. Therefore, writing poetry is not exclusive to poets, but to everyone.

Can write”.

Han Yao snorted softly, "I heard you speak so well, then you can listen."

Lu Shanmin took a deep breath, raised his head, spread his arms slightly, sensing the thickness of the sky and the earth, looking at the endless Great Wall and the maple leaves all over the mountains.

"Ah, the long Great Wall is so long"! "Ah, the red leaves are so red"!

Han Yao, who was picking up the mineral water bottle to drink water, sprayed it out, coughing violently, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"You, you,,."

Lu Shanmin did not turn around, as if immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, and murmured: "It grows to the end of the earth and reaches the edge of the sky."

Han Yao originally wanted to curse, but when he heard the last two sentences, he subconsciously looked around. In the red of the mountains and fields, the Great Wall was winding and stretched out in it. At the end of the earth, the edge of the sky was blending, and it was impossible to distinguish the sky and the earth. This poem was not considered a poem.

The poem has a bit of artistic conception, and a kind of thought of the vastness of the world, and the lonely and vicissitudes of tears.

Suddenly she had an illusion that this guy was really a poet. Even if he did not have the talent to write poetry, he still had the feelings of a poet.

Lu Shanmin turned his head and looked at the tears that were choking on his face, and said in surprise: "Huh? I was so moved that I cried"?

Han Yao suddenly woke up from the artistic conception of the poem, "You are also called poetry, and you are not even as good as plain language."

Lu Shanmin shook his head helplessly, "Okay, I only have an elementary school diploma, I admit that I can't write poetry."

"Liar"! Han Yao wiped her eyes and walked down angrily.

"I'm really a primary school graduate."

The two of them returned the same way, and it was much easier to get off the Great Wall than climbing a mountain. When they came, they didn't feel that they were now looking down. Now, the tourists coming and going were densely packed and occupied every position on the Great Wall stairs.

Among the crowd below, two middle-aged men in their thirties and forties stood on both sides of the stairs of the city wall, one left and one right. The two of them did not feel tired at all when they climbed the Great Wall, and their eyes were dazzling and burly figures. Lu Shanmin and

Don't worry about someone assassinating him. No matter who it is, it is impossible to kill him with one blow in such an environment. He noticed these two people when they came. It must have been sent to Han Yao by the Han family secretly.

bodyguard.

Han Yao was shuttled through the crowd, obviously not aware of these two bodyguards.

Lu Shanmin pretended not to notice, and crossed the two of them with Han Yao and walked down the Great Wall. The two middle-aged men behind did not follow immediately, mingled in the crowd from afar, pretending to enjoy the scenery.

As soon as he walked down the Great Wall, a familiar shiny bald head appeared in his sight. Liao Yong and three or four people were standing at the foot of the Great Wall.

Lu Shanmin whined behind him, grabbed Han Yao's wrist and quickly walked towards the station not far away.

Han Yao instinctively wanted to get rid of it, but Lu Shanmin lowered his voice and said, "There are bad people following us."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were beatings and scoldings from Liao Yong and the noise of tourists from behind him. The entrances and exits of the Great Wall were in a mess, making it difficult for people to move forward.

Han Yao looked back and half-believed and half-doubted.

Lu Shanmin pulled Han Yao to the bus station quickly and hid behind the station's billboard.

Han Yao got rid of Lu Shanmin's big hand, "Scum, you just want to take advantage of me, there is no bad guy following you, you are that bad guy."

"Shh", Lu Shanmin stretched out his index finger and placed it on Han Yao's lips to signal her not to speak. Two middle-aged men ran into the bus station quickly, stopped a bus that had already started and ran up.

After the bus drove away, Lu Shanmin took Han Yao's hand and got on another bus.

"See it, I didn't lie to you. I've long discovered that those two people have been watching you."

Sitting in the car, Han Yao was scared for a moment, "Why do they follow me? I have never offended anyone."

Lu Shanmin patted the back of her hand comfortably and sighed, "Who told you to be beautiful? I just saw a news yesterday. A female college student always found her body in the sewer. She was in a stubborn body.

My body is bruised, that's so miserable."

Han Yao's lips trembled, her face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.
Chapter completed!