Chapter 161
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
After eating a bowl of noodles, Jiang Lang touched his stomach, which was still shriveled.
The old man looked at Jiang Lang and smiled, and brought Jiang Lang another bowl of noodles.
Jiang Lang was a little embarrassed, but his movements were not slow.
No way, I'm hungry!
Jiang Lang ate with big mouthfuls.
At this time.
Suddenly there was a crisp voice outside the door, like a young girl's voice, the same minority language.
Jiang Lang turned his head subconsciously.
A little girl with a dark face appeared in his line of sight, as small as a bean sprout, probably not as tall as his chest.
She was carrying a basket of firewood, and she was wearing the same kind of minority clothing, carved and embroidered on it, but the clothes were a little too big and old, like old clothes worn by people who were a size older than her.
He walked into the house bouncing around, flicking his ponytail behind his head, giving off a very youthful air.
Seeing a stranger coming to the house, she looked a little surprised, and stretched out her hand to rub her eyes.
Jiang Lang raised his hand in embarrassment, just about to say hello.
The little girl was startled, as if a little shy.
After giving him a slight nod, he pulled the old man and walked out the door.
The two chattered and didn't know what they were talking about.
After a while, the girl walked in timidly, and said hello to Jiang Lang: "Brother, hello!"
Jiang Lang hastily put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, stood up and said, "Hello, little sister!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and he looked at the other party with some surprise.
"That~ you can speak Mandarin?"
The girl rubbed her fingers, and said shyly, "I studied in the village for a few years, and I learned it at that time."
"Big brother, you are a foreigner, you don't even know what we say!"
Jiang Lang nodded and said, "Yes!"
The girl scratched her head and said in confusion, "It's strange, we are from a poor mountain valley, what are you doing here?"
"I was..." Jiang Lang was halfway through speaking when he suddenly thought of something and changed his voice.
"Well, I'm here to travel!"
"I met a black car driver and threw me on the road, and then I got lost. I don't know what happened, so I came to you."
He didn't intend to tell the other party about himself.
One is that I don’t know how to explain it, and the other is that one thing more is worse than one thing less, so there is no need to waste those words.
The girl nodded half understanding, and said, "Well, my name is Guan Le! You can just call me Xiao Le."
"My name is Jiang Lang!" Jiang Lang introduced himself.
Guan Le put down the firewood on his back, and said, "I see that you are much bigger than me, can I call you Brother Lang?"
Jiang Lang nodded slightly, and said softly, "Yes."
After a pause, he said again: "Well, how do you get to the town from here? I have to go home!"
Guan Le glanced at Jiang Lang, frowned and thought about it.
"If we want to go to the town, we have to go to the village first, where there is a bus from the town"
"But that car only comes every three days!"
"If you want to leave, you won't be able to return to town until the day after tomorrow!"
Jiang Lang nodded slightly, thinking about it.
I will leave tomorrow, as long as I return to the village, everything will be easy to talk about.
First find someone to borrow your cell phone to make a call, and then someone will come to pick him up.
If it really doesn’t work, if you buy one, you just don’t know if it’s sold in the village.
Although his mobile phone was lost by the kidnappers, his wallet was still there. Apart from various bank cards, he usually kept some cash.
Not much, a few thousand yuan is still available.
His legs can't be dragged any longer.
Surgery must be performed as soon as possible to remove the bullet!
At this time.
The old man came in from the door, also holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, and handed it to Guan Le.
Guan Le thanked the old man, and then introduced to Jiang Lang: "This is my grandfather!"
Jiang Lang said quickly, "Well, can you thank your grandfather for me?"
"Without your grandfather, I wouldn't know where I'm still wandering now!"
Guan Le nodded slightly, and gave a big push to his grandfather.
The old man babbled back again, which made Jiang Lang stunned.
Guan Le turned his head and said to Jiang Lang: "Brother Lang, my grandfather said you're welcome, and told you to rest here tonight."
"If you want to go back, he will ride an ox cart and take you back!"
Jiang Lang thanked: "It's really troublesome, thank you!"
Guan Le relayed the story to the old man, and the old man stopped at Jiang Lang, signaling that you're welcome.
Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.
Although it is often said that troublemakers come out of poor mountains and bad waters, this is not entirely true!
Didn't he just meet a good man!
Several people chatted while eating.
On the way, Jiang Lang also learned that Guan Le's parents were long gone!
These people have always been brought up by grandpa.
He looked at Guan Le who was eating the dark dough with relish, and felt a little distressed.
He glanced at the old man, then at Guan Le, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart.
How to put it, Guan Le's grandfather, in a sense, can also be regarded as his savior.
Although he dare not say that he is a good person, he will repay his kindness!
.......
late at night.
Jiang Lang lay on the bed, silently looking at the tiles above his head.
The moonlight shone coldly through the half-closed windows, and the whole village went to bed early, quietly, with occasional wild dogs howling.
Sighing silently, he stood up and looked out the window.
It stands to reason that he has experienced so many things in the past few days, his leg has been injured again, and he has walked such a long way, so he should rest earlier.
But for some reason, he just couldn't sleep.
He was thinking, missing for so many days.
How are the others?
Does anyone miss him, is anyone worried about him?
Yi Siyu, Gu Banmeng, or Zhao Yanyu...
Or in other words, the group of wealthy second generations he met in Shanghai, the two brothers Zhao Zhenglong and Song Chengwen...
Did the parents know?
The little girl should know, it's been so many days, she must have been home once.
Now he didn't know what it would be like to be sad, he didn't even dare to think about it.
Without him in charge, is the Zhang family recklessly suppressing his property?
Everything made him a little confused, a little worried...
Looking at the cold moon in the sky silently, a feeling of loneliness slowly grows in my heart!
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blows.
Jiang Lang shivered unconsciously, and returned to the bed cursing.
"Fuck!"
"When did labor and capital become so hypocritical!"
"Made ~ sleep!"
Soon.
The sound of sound sleep resounded slightly in the room.
The next day, the sky was slightly brighter.
A series of chattering sounds suddenly came from beside his ears, which gave Jiang Lang a headache.
He rubbed his head and struggled to get up.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The scene that caught his eye made him a little dazed.
Guan Le, who looks like Little Bean Sprout, is arguing with a middle-aged man wearing glasses with his hips on his arms.
The small mouth is blah blah, like a machine gun.
I go?
What is this for?
Jiang Lang rubbed his eyes, a little confused.
The old man looked at Jiang Lang and smiled, and brought Jiang Lang another bowl of noodles.
Jiang Lang was a little embarrassed, but his movements were not slow.
No way, I'm hungry!
Jiang Lang ate with big mouthfuls.
At this time.
Suddenly there was a crisp voice outside the door, like a young girl's voice, the same minority language.
Jiang Lang turned his head subconsciously.
A little girl with a dark face appeared in his line of sight, as small as a bean sprout, probably not as tall as his chest.
She was carrying a basket of firewood, and she was wearing the same kind of minority clothing, carved and embroidered on it, but the clothes were a little too big and old, like old clothes worn by people who were a size older than her.
He walked into the house bouncing around, flicking his ponytail behind his head, giving off a very youthful air.
Seeing a stranger coming to the house, she looked a little surprised, and stretched out her hand to rub her eyes.
Jiang Lang raised his hand in embarrassment, just about to say hello.
The little girl was startled, as if a little shy.
After giving him a slight nod, he pulled the old man and walked out the door.
The two chattered and didn't know what they were talking about.
After a while, the girl walked in timidly, and said hello to Jiang Lang: "Brother, hello!"
Jiang Lang hastily put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, stood up and said, "Hello, little sister!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and he looked at the other party with some surprise.
"That~ you can speak Mandarin?"
The girl rubbed her fingers, and said shyly, "I studied in the village for a few years, and I learned it at that time."
"Big brother, you are a foreigner, you don't even know what we say!"
Jiang Lang nodded and said, "Yes!"
The girl scratched her head and said in confusion, "It's strange, we are from a poor mountain valley, what are you doing here?"
"I was..." Jiang Lang was halfway through speaking when he suddenly thought of something and changed his voice.
"Well, I'm here to travel!"
"I met a black car driver and threw me on the road, and then I got lost. I don't know what happened, so I came to you."
He didn't intend to tell the other party about himself.
One is that I don’t know how to explain it, and the other is that one thing more is worse than one thing less, so there is no need to waste those words.
The girl nodded half understanding, and said, "Well, my name is Guan Le! You can just call me Xiao Le."
"My name is Jiang Lang!" Jiang Lang introduced himself.
Guan Le put down the firewood on his back, and said, "I see that you are much bigger than me, can I call you Brother Lang?"
Jiang Lang nodded slightly, and said softly, "Yes."
After a pause, he said again: "Well, how do you get to the town from here? I have to go home!"
Guan Le glanced at Jiang Lang, frowned and thought about it.
"If we want to go to the town, we have to go to the village first, where there is a bus from the town"
"But that car only comes every three days!"
"If you want to leave, you won't be able to return to town until the day after tomorrow!"
Jiang Lang nodded slightly, thinking about it.
I will leave tomorrow, as long as I return to the village, everything will be easy to talk about.
First find someone to borrow your cell phone to make a call, and then someone will come to pick him up.
If it really doesn’t work, if you buy one, you just don’t know if it’s sold in the village.
Although his mobile phone was lost by the kidnappers, his wallet was still there. Apart from various bank cards, he usually kept some cash.
Not much, a few thousand yuan is still available.
His legs can't be dragged any longer.
Surgery must be performed as soon as possible to remove the bullet!
At this time.
The old man came in from the door, also holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, and handed it to Guan Le.
Guan Le thanked the old man, and then introduced to Jiang Lang: "This is my grandfather!"
Jiang Lang said quickly, "Well, can you thank your grandfather for me?"
"Without your grandfather, I wouldn't know where I'm still wandering now!"
Guan Le nodded slightly, and gave a big push to his grandfather.
The old man babbled back again, which made Jiang Lang stunned.
Guan Le turned his head and said to Jiang Lang: "Brother Lang, my grandfather said you're welcome, and told you to rest here tonight."
"If you want to go back, he will ride an ox cart and take you back!"
Jiang Lang thanked: "It's really troublesome, thank you!"
Guan Le relayed the story to the old man, and the old man stopped at Jiang Lang, signaling that you're welcome.
Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.
Although it is often said that troublemakers come out of poor mountains and bad waters, this is not entirely true!
Didn't he just meet a good man!
Several people chatted while eating.
On the way, Jiang Lang also learned that Guan Le's parents were long gone!
These people have always been brought up by grandpa.
He looked at Guan Le who was eating the dark dough with relish, and felt a little distressed.
He glanced at the old man, then at Guan Le, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart.
How to put it, Guan Le's grandfather, in a sense, can also be regarded as his savior.
Although he dare not say that he is a good person, he will repay his kindness!
.......
late at night.
Jiang Lang lay on the bed, silently looking at the tiles above his head.
The moonlight shone coldly through the half-closed windows, and the whole village went to bed early, quietly, with occasional wild dogs howling.
Sighing silently, he stood up and looked out the window.
It stands to reason that he has experienced so many things in the past few days, his leg has been injured again, and he has walked such a long way, so he should rest earlier.
But for some reason, he just couldn't sleep.
He was thinking, missing for so many days.
How are the others?
Does anyone miss him, is anyone worried about him?
Yi Siyu, Gu Banmeng, or Zhao Yanyu...
Or in other words, the group of wealthy second generations he met in Shanghai, the two brothers Zhao Zhenglong and Song Chengwen...
Did the parents know?
The little girl should know, it's been so many days, she must have been home once.
Now he didn't know what it would be like to be sad, he didn't even dare to think about it.
Without him in charge, is the Zhang family recklessly suppressing his property?
Everything made him a little confused, a little worried...
Looking at the cold moon in the sky silently, a feeling of loneliness slowly grows in my heart!
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blows.
Jiang Lang shivered unconsciously, and returned to the bed cursing.
"Fuck!"
"When did labor and capital become so hypocritical!"
"Made ~ sleep!"
Soon.
The sound of sound sleep resounded slightly in the room.
The next day, the sky was slightly brighter.
A series of chattering sounds suddenly came from beside his ears, which gave Jiang Lang a headache.
He rubbed his head and struggled to get up.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The scene that caught his eye made him a little dazed.
Guan Le, who looks like Little Bean Sprout, is arguing with a middle-aged man wearing glasses with his hips on his arms.
The small mouth is blah blah, like a machine gun.
I go?
What is this for?
Jiang Lang rubbed his eyes, a little confused.
