It turned out that the weather changed in the afternoon and it was said that it was raining heavily. The scenic spot arranged loudspeakers in various places to report this matter two hours before getting off work, repeatedly emphasizing the need to pay attention to safety and advised tourists to end the tour in advance.

Most tourists still cherish their lives and retreat to the exit one after another. Wang Qingliang thought there would be no mistake, but when he got off work, two young women found the security room and said with a sad face that their three colleagues could not be contacted.

After asking, I realized that the three guys were showing off their power and entered an undeveloped fork in the "forbidden passage". They probably went further and further away and lost their way. There was no signal in the mountains, and of course they were even less likely to hear the radio.

The Wuling Mountains are too big, and only a small part is developed. There are too many forks and there are no financial resources to build walls to enclose them. They can only paint bright red notices on the stones, such as "No Passage" or "Dangerous, this road is blocked". In order to ensure that tourists cherish their lives and are in awe, they will always have a few goods that want to compete with the God of Heaven every now and then.

But I can't leave it alone. If something really happens, the news will be reported and Weibo will be on the spot. For the scenic spot, Wang Qingliang had to call a few people to go into the mountain with flashlights. When he passed the "no-pass" mouth, he felt that this job was really worthless: he had to risk his life if he had less than 3,000 yuan a month.

Fortunately, I was lucky. I wandered around for about two hours and finally found the three lost lambs.

Wang Qingliang held the edge of the chopped pepper with his hand, and his face turned red like the peppers: "You say, normal people, at this time, even if they don't fucking thank you, they shouldn't be sarcastic."

The sound of chopping the knife is too loud and is not conducive to listening. Liu Guanguo has changed it to slow cutting. Hearing this, he nodded slightly: "That's it."

Wang Qingliang's nostrils were almost spitting white air: "Do you know what those idiots said?"

He pinched his throat and learned: "I bought the tickets. We are taxpayers. You scenic spots are built with our taxpayers' money. Not to mention raining, even if you put a knife, you should come in and look for them. This is your duty!"

It's quite annoying. Or you say that rice is the same and raises a hundred kinds of people. Liu Guanguo agreed, but he still wondered: "Then why haven't you been home yet? Why are you here for me?"

I want to complain and ask for comfort, and go find my wife.

This sentence stopped Wang Qingliang: I was so angry that I was going to come over and ask what I was asking?

That expression can be seen as a fragment. When a person gets old, his mind will get stuck from time to time.

Liu Guanguo didn't ask any questions and continued to politely cut peppers.

Wang Qingliang finally remembered it, and he leaned close to Liu Guanguo: "Hey, the mountain mirage you told me last time is also called Yinliao, is it true or false?"

What?

Liu Guanguo was shocked and had a slight slight solution. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost lost a piece of his finger.

He pretended to be calm, but he still stuttered: "What... what building? When did I say it?"

What a joke! The first rule of the Shangui is to be strict with his mouth. You can't talk about "family affairs" to outsiders. Besides, there is a big boss next to his head. Even if he makes a mistake, he can't stop at this time.

"It's the time we made a piece of old bacon to drink," Wang Qingliang reminded him, "You drank high, hugged my neck and said you were a mountain ghost, and said that when it was windy and rainy, it was like a mirage, and there would be a mountain mirage in the mountains..."

Damn Damn Damn, Liu Guanguo has already had cold sweat on his back: It’s too fucking to make a mistake, I have to quit drinking and I will never get involved in my whole life.

Wang Qingliang continued to express his feelings: "When the mountain mirage rose, it was cold, also called Yinliao. Living things were impatient (love) and were rushing to run out... Alas, is it true?"

Liu Guanguo came back to his senses and interrupted him nervously: "What else did I say? Except for Building?"

There is nothing else but building? Wang Qingliang shook his head.

Very well, Liu Guanguo calmed down and started his own performance: "Do you believe it?"

"I didn't believe it either..."

"I'm drunk, my tongue is tinkering, and I'm just rude. We have known each other for twenty years. How can I look like a ghost in the mountains? I have to be from the county even if it's a ghost. I have a household registration in my town."

Wang Qingliang is a fool, like an old cow with a rope on his nose, and was surrounded by Liu Guanguo in a few words, and he only knew how to follow him: "I just said you are drunk and speak like a performer, and you have a lot of tricks, and you almost fool me."

Very good, it seems that the situation is under control. Liu Guanguo continued to ask: "It has been more than half a month since I last drank. Why have I never heard you mention this?"

"I've drunk too much, I forgot when I get up."

Why did you remember it today? Liu Guanguo's breathing became tighter.

Fortunately, Wang Qingliang is really a man and never said a word: "Aren't you going into the mountain to find someone tonight? You're walking deeper and deeper. You're walking, I heard a flashlight sweep, and I'm so excited. I saw snakes, frogs, and some other insects, jumping and running, and it's also weird. I'm just running to one place, like running for life. I'm surprised. Isn't this snake a frog? Why did it run side by side? Then, my head lit up, and suddenly remembered what you said that night. You said, "This is called insect snake running...run...run...run...run..."

The more Wang Qingliang thought about it, the more he became more and more puzzled. Anyway, he had to pass by Yunmeng Peak when he came home, so he came in and asked. However, since it was nonsense, there was no need to find out the truth. After Wang Qingliang talked a few words, he put on a raincoat and said goodbye.

Liu Guanguo sent him to the door: "Those who ran in the mountains are more clever than humans. Didn't they say it on TV? When the earthquake first, they knew it first, and they ran in line - it must have rained heavily and it collapsed, so they were busy..."

It makes sense that Wang Qingliang's face was hot and he felt a little startled. He was very sorry for the materialist education he received over the years.

***

Watching Wang Qingliang walk away, Liu Guanguo breathed a sigh of relief, held the door frame with his hand, and looked up at the shadow of the mountain in the distance.

It was dark and heavy rain, and the scenery nearby was blurred, and the shadows of the mountain were still vague, as if hanging on the horizon.

What a mountain mirage? It’s such an old legend. Not to mention that he hasn’t seen it, his father and his grandfather have never seen it.

Liu Guanguo sniffed, turned around and walked towards the table, and took only two steps. He turned back like a devil.

I always feel something is wrong.

He started from the far right and counted the hills in the heavy rain one after another. He clicked it for two seconds, then started from the far left and then clicked it, and a cool air rose from his heart.

This inn has been open for some years. He entered and exited the gate every day. He had to look at the high mountain at least twenty times a day. There were only a few of them. He was very clear about his heart and gave him a unique name, called "Eighteen Peaks".

But now, there are actually... nineteen black hills standing long!

***

Yunmeng Peak Inn, third floor.

Meng Qianzi lives in this mountain view room with the best view on this floor. When the large terrace facing the mountain is open, it is simply a natural big screen. But now that it is night, the rain is getting hard, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows are closed, not to mention the thick curtains, even the thick curtains are not exposed.

The interior is decorated in the style of "Shan Guizhai" with a mantis legs, with a very ancient charm: a large yellow rosewood couch with a mantis legs, a short table on top, a round waist pedal at the bottom, a huge ink-wash mountain ghost hanging behind, a few thread-bound books and antique bottles for decoration on the antique shelf against the wall, a vivid rockery on the desk of a golden nanmu Kuilong pattern book, a reversing fragrance ignites on the top of the mountain, and a milky white fragrance fog flows downward, covering a rockery with several punches high with clouds.

Meng Jinsong sat on the Ming-style official hat chair, frowned and looked at the printing paper in his hand.

Tomorrow, it is said that Meng Qianzi is the host and invites good friends from all walks of life to dinner. In fact, the second thing to eat is to establish good relationships and live in harmony: In this place in western Hunan, there have been strong figures since ancient times. One by one, the faction has had witchcraft, Chenzhou talisman, corpse-driver, fallen flower cave girl, tiger household, etc., and mountain ghosts. I really dare not dominate.

Therefore, the banquet specifications and seats are very particular, but Liu Guanguo is not good at documentary work. Although he was doing his best to provide the list and seat chart, the arrangement was chaotic. Meng Jinsong was trying hard to see, but he could not concentrate. On the other end of the Luohan couch, Xin Ci was making nails for Meng Qianzi. The two of them whispered, but the rain outside made the house quiet. Meng Jinsong could understand every word and sentence.

He glanced at the other end and saw Meng Qianzi's bun behind the bathing bath loosely, and the silk-satin bathrobe slid to one side, revealing a piece of slender hanging belt on her white shoulders.

Meng Jinsong quickly looked away.

In the dressing section, Meng Qianzi was indeed quite casual in front of them. Meng Jinsong is a traditional straight man. He felt that there was a difference between men and women. He tactfully reminded her several times. Meng Qianzi replied: "I feel comfortable in my own place. When I see you still need formal wear? If you don't adapt, you can adjust yourself and adjust a few more times to adapt."

Later, he said he was annoyed and gave him a blindfold and a blind stick, saying, "You either adapt or come in with a blindfold and a stick in the future. In this way, you will not be upset and I will not be nagged. Everyone will win."

After letting her rob the white spots, Meng Jinsong couldn't say anything: Meng Qianzi was the first mountain ghost after all. She was 26 or 27 years old and could not be said to be mature and restrained. Her temper was inevitable. Only others adapted to her, but not her adapted to others' reasons. Besides, before her, the mountain ghost throne was hung in the air for 32 years. After finally discovering this rare seedling, the top and bottom of the country still praised her as a treasure egg?

When she was fourteen years old, she performed the feat of elopement with her boyfriend in the same class to Dali to live in seclusion. When she was blocked by everyone at the train station, she rode on the balcony on the seventh floor, clamoring to interfere with her freedom of love, she was about to jump off the building.

Later, everyone took her boyfriend to the scene. The little brat was intimidated by these ruthless people. He cried and cried in tears. He confessed himself in a hoarse voice: "I don't want it either. I advised Qianzi. We are still students. We must be students, and we must be admitted to a good university to serve the country... I was forced by her... I actually want to stabilize her first and then call you..."

It is said that Meng Qianzi died and suddenly stopped. He jumped down and swung a stool and was about to smash it. He was pressed to the ground by everyone.

She was so fierce when she was young, and Meng Jinsong was worried for a while, thinking that she would be a demon king in the world when she took over the position in the future. However, some trees were straight and grew crooked when they were young. She was particularly touching when she was young, but later she became a clever man. After thinking about it, she could only attribute the care of her ancestors and grandmothers.

...

The whisper continued to come.

Xin Ci: "You treat you tomorrow, it's better to be more arrogant and cool."

Meng Qianzi: "It's okay to be cold at home. A big family in western Hunan doesn't want you to raise food, so who can eat your set."

Xin Ci: "Of course you need to be polite. We cannot be arrogant, but our attitude must be alienated and expressive, which makes people unpredictable. After all, you have different status, so your makeup must be based on this tone."

Meng Jinsong raised his eyes unhappily and saw Xin Ci shaking a small sky-blue fan with ears. He didn't know that it was drying the nail fan that was being treated for Meng Qianzi's new care. He frowned and silently said in his heart: "Eunuch Xin."

Xin Ci is not a mountain dog. He signed a confidentiality agreement and worked as a makeup artist for Meng Qianzi. Meng Jinsong did not show his face and looked down on him in private. He thought he liked to please Meng Qianzi, like the eunuch who followed the way in front of the Buddha. However, Xin Ci didn't appreciate him much behind his back and complained, "It's all for people to work for others. What's wrong with the soft posture making Qianzi happy? It's not that hard and smelly, and I really can't be a human being."

Of course, it's still a harmonious place on the surface.

There was a knock on the door, first tentative, then gradually anxious.
Chapter completed!