At night, the cliff was covered with snow, and almost half of the tents and camp lamps were moved over.

Meng Jinsong sat on a canvas chair, holding the satellite phone tightly in his hand. He stared at the edge of the cliff, licked his lips uneasyly, and then recalled whether his series of arrangements were appropriate after the incident.

...

At that time, the fire at the bottom of the cliff was too strong. Not long after the eight accompanying mountain doors were down, they all came up in a mess. He calmed down and immediately made people fall down on the three unbreakable ones: it was weight to weigh it on the hand, which means that the person was still attached to the rope, but he didn't dare to pull it up, for fear of breaking the rope.

The one from Meng Qianzi lost weight at the first time, but almost at the same time, the one from Jiang Lian increased weight. Meng Jinsong speculated that it was Meng Qianzi who moved to the rope from Jiang Lian.

After a while, the other two ropes were also broken. Think about it, as long as it was not fire, it would be possible to kill itself. With one or two minutes of braking time, Meng Qianzi might be able to turn danger into safety. When thinking about it, since the bottom is set up, how can I know there is no way to stay? Maybe they have already...

The situation is unclear, and it is useless to think too much. Meng Jinsong made up his mind and first put aside this thought and called the eight people over to ask them one by one.

After discussing what the eight people saw, after discussing with Liu Guanguo and others, he suspected that the height of the fire might have mountain intestines. So while ensuring that people on the cliff were handed over, he ordered Liu Guanguo to take about twenty people down and find out which cave was the bottom of the cave.

Then, as Meng Qianzi expected, Meng Jinsong hesitated and contacted the foreign aid: Xian Qionghua should be still in the deep mountains and the signal was not available, so Qiu Biying answered it quickly.

Because I was uncertain whether Meng Qianzi could escape from danger by herself, to be safe, Meng Jinsong first explained the situation on this side, so that Qiu Biying could have a clear idea and prepare for coming, but there was no need to set off immediately - if Meng Qianzi came up again after one or three minutes, wouldn’t the fifth aunt have gone for nothing?

But this fifth aunt lives in Wuhan, known as the stove, and she is also as irritable as a fire. Before she could hear everything, she shouted: "I dare to set fire to our Xiao Qianer, see if I won't twist her head!"

Meng Jinsong had an illusion: when he was hanging up, the engine roar of Qiu Biying's high-power motorcycle had already been heard from the receiver.

...

There was no movement on the edge of the cliff, and there was no breakthrough in the search below the cliff. Meng Jinsong couldn't eat or even swallow the water. He felt that his throat was so tight that it was difficult to vent his breath. The only thing he could do was to check the satellite phone screen from time to time to prevent Qiu Biying from looking for him - even though he knew this position, it was difficult to answer or call.

There was a sound of chewing biscuits behind him. Without looking back, I knew it was Xinci. Other Yados would not be so unruly in front of him.

Meng Jinsong didn't reply: "You can eat it."

Xin Ci stood there two meters behind Meng Jinsong, which was the limit of his daring to approach: "No problem can be solved without thinking about tea and food. Lao Meng, you can only work after eating."

Meng Jinsong sneered, saying that this made sense, but since Xin Ci said it, he was too lazy to respond.

Xin Ci didn't care and continued to chew his biscuits. Meng Jinsong thought the sound was noisy and endured it again and again. He was about to rush him to get away and eat, but the sound suddenly stopped.

Meng Jinsong felt strange and looked back at him.

I saw Xin Ci half-opening his mouth, staring at the edge of the cliff, and Adam's apple rolled a few times before trembling and calling him: "Old... Lao Meng, did I see it wrong? It seemed that there was a... head, snooping... a little..."

real?

Meng Jinsong felt a stern. He believed that Xin Ci would not have the leisure to joke with him, but if Meng Qianzi came up, he would not have just "scanned" so strangely. He tightened the protective rope on his waist, grabbed the stick around him, and went in the direction Xin Ci pointed.

Xin Ci didn't dare to approach the cliff, and he was also creepy when he saw others approaching, and kept saying to Meng Jinsong: "Old Meng, you are too far ahead, click back, click back..."

Just as he was terrified, he suddenly saw a black shadow suddenly jumping out two or three meters away from Meng Jinsong, with a jackal size and extremely fast movements.

Xin Ci screamed, and there was no time to see what it was, so he ran away. He thought to himself that fellow Taoist was not dead, I don’t care what you are, go find Lao Meng.

But the thing moved quickly and came straight towards him. In less than two seconds, it had already climbed onto his back.

Xin Ci only felt that the fleshy and warm toes were pressing against his shoulders and backs, and the fluffy stuff was rubbing against his neck. He was afraid that he might think it was an alien, so he ran away in an instant, jumping and jumping, and screaming strangely.

Meng Jinsong could see this clearly, both angry and funny, thinking that it was a pleasure to make Xin Ci feel embarrassed, so he took the mentality of watching the fun and just watched it from the wall.

Fortunately, Yamado heard the noise one after another, and many people couldn't hold back their laughter, and some people shouted: "Xin... the makeup artist, it's okay, it's just a monkey."

Monkey? Isn’t monkey scary? What’s more, the monkey is still crawling around him. If he claws into his eyes, how could he not be blind?

Xin Ci was just about to go crazy and wanted to reach out and throw the monkey out. As soon as he touched the warm fur, his hair could not stop standing upside down, and another strange scream was heard.

Finally someone said something that could be heard: "Is this monkey trying to eat biscuits? You throw it away, don't hold it to death!"

Damn, cookies!

Xin Ci raised his hand quickly and threw half of the cookies away. This trick really worked. While the cookies were taken off, their shoulders and neck were also lighter: the monkey had already chased after them.

The onlookers burst into laughter, as if they had watched a lot of fun. Xin Ci was so angry that he didn't dare to chase him over, so he had to stare at the monkey angrily.

It turned out to be a little monkey, a little white monkey. It was said that it was the size of a jackal, and its size was not even half a meter yet. A small tail was raised behind it, circling and turning.

The monkey was attracted by the fragrance of the biscuits before, forgot anything else for a while, and just came up to grab it. Now he got what he wanted. As soon as he grabbed the half-coil of biscuits, he suddenly saw so many people surrounding him, as if he had woken up from a dream, and was shocked.

After a while, it hugged the cookies, turned around, trembling, and tried hard to arch its body and show its back to everyone.

There is a Yamado who is sharp-eyed: "The character! The character! There is the character 'man' on its back!"

This was rare. Seven or eight people immediately came up and looked around the monkey, illuminating the flashlight, and then rubbing the monkey's hair with their hands to see if the word was written in new words or aged color.

The monkey shook even harder and almost shrank into a ball, but she still insisted on not leaving or hiding, just arching her back with force and then arching her outer body.

After a while, the crowd spontaneously gave up a way to Meng Jinsong to see.

Meng Jinsong saw the word from afar and had a smile on his face. He squatted down and looked carefully for a while before saying: "Miss Meng is at the bottom, everything is safe, and the other two are here, together with her, there are no casualties, and it is protected by the ancestors and grandmothers. Everyone cheer up and deal with the things in front of him."

The crowd was quiet for a second or two, and then a burst of cheers broke out. When they dispersed, they were all happy and full of red light.

In fact, they don’t know what the word “man” means, but since Meng Jinsong said that, that is absolutely true.

The man had dispersed, but the monkey was still standing still. After a while, he seemed to feel that the voice was far away, and he looked out timidly - it was strange, when there were people, it was panicked, and when there was no one, he was anxious - he saw Xin Ci still slumping on the side, jumping over, squatting with his back, arching his back, and showing him the words he had.

Xin Ci was not angry: "What are you doing for me? I can't understand."

At the end, Meng Jinsong came over. He squatted down in front of the monkey, raised his hand and picked up one of its front paws, shook them three times in a row, and then turned around and ordered a mountaindo not far away: "Give it some nut bread or something."

After his handshake, the monkey felt relieved and stopped showing it. He happily went to deal with the half-coil of biscuits, grabbed a piece and chewed it in his mouth. At first, he snatched it with great enthusiasm, but now he probably felt that it was not so good, and soon threw it aside. After a while, he walked towards the mountain dog who took the food to attract it. The word "man" on his back ran away with its leap, sometimes long and sometimes flattened.

Xin Ci then came back to his senses and asked Meng Jinsong curiously: "Old Meng, why is there just the word 'man'? You can see so much information?"

Meng Jinsong didn't want to say more: "This is a code word between Qianzi and I, and you don't understand it even if you say it."

cut!

Xin Ci was disappointed and remembered that he was so embarrassed just now. Meng Jinsong only looked at him coldly, but he didn't even care about him, and he felt disgusted.

He said coldly: "You and Qianzi? You still have a code word? Keep a distance, Lao Meng."

Meng Jinsong's face suddenly sank: "What do I mean? What else can I have for Qianzi? Who do I want to make things difficult for this kind of melon field plum blossoms?"

As soon as Xin Ci said that he knew that he was wrong. Seeing Meng Jinsong lowered his face, he quickly giggled and put on his shoulder as a remedy: "I care about you too, Lao Meng, you are married for the second time and spend most of your time with Qianzi. My sister-in-law will inevitably have ideas. If you divorce you, it will be difficult for you to marry again and again..."

This was all messy, Meng Jinsong couldn't laugh and cry. His shoulders sank and threw away Xin Ci's hand. He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a stir not far away.

When I looked up, Qiu Dong came over panting, and his speech was a little uncomfortable: "Assistant Meng, I found it under my head... It was a mountain intestine."

Meng Jinsong's heart was terrified and he took two steps: "Where is Bai Shuixiao, did he run away?"

Qiu Dong's expression was different: "No, she... she is still inside, Brother Liu doesn't know what to do... Assistant Meng, you go and see it yourself."

***

After resting, some water and food were added. Meng Qianzi and his party set off again. The three of them had their own thoughts, and the situation became cold.

Jiang Lian always felt mentally exhausted because of that dream, as if he wasn't dreaming just now, but he was really exhausted. The feeling of panic and sadness extended from the dream to reality, covering his whole body, and laziness for a moment, and his thoughts were dumb.

Meng Qianzi heard Jiang Lian’s dream talk and felt that perhaps the series of words triggered by her “Fifth Mother and Seventh Mother” evoked some of his bad memories, but this kind of thing belongs to her personal **, and she cannot ask even if she is not easy to ask.

Among the three, the charlatan's thoughts were the simplest: he was very worried about the monkey, for fear that the flood would rush to the Dragon King Temple, and before the monkey could reach the cliff, the giant snake could swallow it.

So he first broke his silence and told Meng Qianzi about his concerns. Meng Qianzi said to him: "A snake and a monkey have my talisman seal on him. Do you think your family will beat him? Ask this kind of question..."

This tone is full of disgust.

The charlatan felt ashamed and fell silently behind: I didn't expect such a simple truth, as a triple lotus petal, I really shouldn't have it.

However, this question and answer reminded Jiang Lian. He took two steps to catch up with Meng Qianzi: "Miss Meng, what does the word 'man' you wrote mean?"

Meng Qianzi replied: "You can't say it."

Jiang Lian nodded and stopped asking.

However, Meng Qianzi wanted to say that he was just a habit of keeping him in a silence, as if something was easily taken away, it would appear less expensive. It would be a bit unforgettable. Only after a while would he show his value. Seeing that he said he would not ask, he stopped asking, and he felt uncomfortable again. He couldn't help it, so he had to ask him: "What do you think?"

Jiang Lian said: "What I think is, do you have this code dictionary? One word can represent a very complicated meaning... and I also think that this is too stupid and the amount of memory is too large..."

Meng Qianzi said: "Of course not, actually, this is just like magic, it's not surprising to put it bluntly..."

Jiang Lian reminded her: "Isn't it impossible to say it?"

Meng Qianzi stopped talking and replied for a long time: "Then you keep it in your hands."

She was not angry and walked forward, but the footsteps behind her were tight, and Jiang Lian followed again: "I thought about it for a while, and it was probably still possible to say it, but I didn't say it when I asked the first time - I had to make a request after having a long mouth. I remember this. Now it seems that it's not OK to mention it once."

Meng Qianzi almost laughed angry at him, but she still sank her face: "Many things, I have to try a few more times."

Jiang Lian nodded: "I understand, you mean the same as 'a good girl is afraid of being entangled'. If you ask questions a few more times, you will always get rewards; but I think that a good man should not entangle a woman, and people should be tactful. If they don't want to, then forget it - so Miss Meng, what does the word 'person' you wrote mean?"

Meng Qianzi was both angry and funny, but since the listener was taught, there was no need to keep him in hiding.

She glanced back at the sage and lowered her voice: "That word is for Jinsong to see. The rules of the mountain ghosts, if you don't raise idle people, everyone will still have to enter the industry. Jinsong's ancestors were in the clothing appraisal business, which means recycling second-hand clothes, old clothes from wealthy families, dismantling, washing and sewing them, and then hang them out to sell them."

This is fresh, Jiang Lian listened quietly.

"Often you can bargain for this kind of old clothes. There is a bidding price and a reserve price. The bidding price is mostly twice the reserve price and then a full ten. For example, the bidding price is seventy, the base price is thirty, and you bargain for fifty. Once he turns the reserve price, he knows that he still has to make a profit. He pretends to complain and lose money for a few words and sells it to you."

Jiang Lian wants to laugh, now doing business, isn’t this the case? It’s never out of time.

"But there are too many clothes, no one can remember the reserve price of each piece. It is troublesome to search. They will use a password to write the reserve price on the base. When they can't remember it, they will look it out."

Jiang Lian's heart moved: "Is the word 'man' a code representing numbers?"

Meng Qianzi nodded: "Dimension code, each family has its own rules. Jinsong ancestors used the "show" to determine the number. For example, the word "tian" does not come out, which represents zero; the word "shen" has its first appearance, which represents two; the word "wang" has its sixth appearance, which represents sixth..."
To be continued...