Climbing a mountain, climbing a mountain that has not been thoroughly developed and built with suitable rest facilities.
For the first time, Wei Wenxue felt that whether it was a cable car or someone carrying a load to carry her up, it was a good civilization, but why didn't Kangtai Mountain have it?
"Because it's more pious to crawl by yourself." An Xiangwen replied, "Don't look at me like that, Miss Wei, you said what you were thinking."
An Xiangwen spread his hands and panted slightly, but it was much better than the flaxen-haired girl who was slumped on the bench on the roadside and didn't want to move at all.
Looking up along the platform they were on, on the observation deck dozens of steps higher than them, the black-haired young man stood there in the distance, leaning half of his body out of the railing, causing others to exclaim.
Normally, An Xiangwen would have rushed up to stop him, but now he couldn't climb up, so he shouted lazily upward: "Brother Bai - be careful not to fall -"
The black-haired young man on the observation deck seemed to hear it and leaned back a little.
So what's next... An Xiangwen turned his attention to the small box at Wei Wenxue's feet.
It was much smaller than the large suitcase the flaxen-haired girl dragged yesterday, about thirty or forty centimeters, but it was still too big for the burden of mountain climbing.
"Why does Miss Wei have to bring this box?" An Xiangwen was helpless, "If you didn't bring the box, your physical strength would not be exhausted so quickly."
"Inside...inside are...inside are some girl's...necessities." Wei Wenxue said, gasping for breath, "If you don't bring it, it won't work!"
As for what is inside, no one will open it to see.
An Xiangwen spread his hands and said, "As long as Miss Wei can lift it, we can continue walking up."
Wei Wenxue was silent, Wei Wenxue wanted to grab the ground with her head.
"Let's rest for another five minutes." After struggling hard, the flaxen-haired girl said painfully, "Sit for another five minutes and I'll leave!"
Five minutes later, Wei Wenxue climbed up with frivolous steps. She looked at the mountain path at the top of the mountain that was not visible in the distance, and couldn't help but use the box to support herself.
Why on earth did she come to suffer this? Wouldn't it be nice to stay here comfortably?
Moreover, what kind of physical strength does Baisu have?
The altitude of Kangtai Mountain is at least a thousand meters. They have climbed now... about three-fifths of the way up. The black-haired young man walking at the front is still walking briskly, not even sweating.
Also, An Xiangwen is very strange!
Didn't he just get out of the hospital? Why are his legs so flexible?
Wei Wenxue couldn't help but glance at the curly young man's calf. She remembered... was it the left or right side that was pierced? I can't tell...
Probably aware of the sight behind him, An Xiangwen climbed to the resting platform on the next floor, stood on a high place and turned around to look at Wei Wenxue.
The gap between one high and one low gave An Xiangwen a bird's eye view.
The curly-haired young man stared at the panting flaxen-haired girl, suddenly pointed at his temples, and then mouthed: It's exposed, black.
Wei Wenxue, who had not yet walked up, touched her hair subconsciously, but felt nothing but fluffy flaxen hair.
Satisfied that the prank or deception was successful, the curly-haired young man walked up several floors in succession, humming a song, and tried his best to catch up with the black-haired young man who was parked on the observation deck.
"Brother Bai!" An Xiangwen raised his hand, "I've caught up!"
Bai Su turned around and saw An Xiangwen's figure on the platform, but not Wei Wenxue.
Bai Su waved his hand and asked, "Isn't she up yet?"
An Xiangwen shrugged: "It should be slower. Who asked Miss Wei to carry a box? I wanted to help her get it, but she refused."
An Xiangwen then touched his chin and considered it, guessing what was in Wei Wenxue's box.
"Could it be...a bomb or something?"
After An Xiangwen finished speaking, Bai Su looked at the human being as if he were a fool: "What have you been reading recently?"
An Xiangwen touched his head: "Ahem... After I said good night to Brother Bai last night, I also made up for a movie version of Ke ○. Those eight fried eggs were pretty good..."
No matter how familiar Bai Su was, he knew that the place he was in now was a country that strictly controlled dangerous goods. It was not so easy to bring explosives and the like. Furthermore, he did not smell the smell of gunpowder.
"Well, I'm just guessing." The curly-haired young man finished casually. He stood where Bai Su was before and looked down. He could see all the strange rocks in the mountains and the clouds and mist surrounding them. "Wow, here Nice view!”
While the two were waiting at the observation deck, other tourists kept passing by.
Most tourists stop and go, rest for a while when they are tired, and take photos of themselves or their relatives and friends with their cameras. There are also a small number of people who are sweating profusely but do not stop.
Some people even stumbled and stumbled on the stone steps due to exhaustion. After being helped up by kind people, they refused to rest temporarily and continued walking up with their bloody knees.
So weird.
Bai Su observed the unusual tourists. Without exception, their eyes were numb. Only when they looked at the top of the mountain, they showed a bit of... fanaticism?
Some familiar looks flashed past, and I looked at the tourists again. They continued to climb up staggeringly, and their swaying appearance made people worried that they would fall down again next moment.
"It seems that climbing by yourself would be more pious..." An Xiangwen looked at the scenery and saw some strange tourists, "But is this too much effort?"
Human beings spoke relatively quietly, but there was still a devout tourist who heard it. He instantly changed his numb demeanor, turned his head, and looked at An Xiangwen who had just finished speaking.
The tourist didn't speak, but his gaze was direct, and the other person's expression showed what he wanted to express - he was questioning what An Xiangwen said.
"You..." The tourist opened his mouth, his voice hoarse from the fatigue of climbing.
The curly-haired young man was stared at, so he decisively hid behind Bai Su and quickly changed his words: "You should work hard, and walking on your legs is the most correct thing!"
This is a cool statement to read, but it is not enough to deal with tourists.
The glaring tourist turned his head, ignored An Xiangwen, and continued walking upward.
"Huh..." The curly-haired young man breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had dodged a disaster.
He patted his chest and walked out from behind Bai Su. Just as he was about to speak, he looked down and saw that Bai Su had taken out a pen and paper and was recording something there.
An Xiangwen was curious and asked, "Brother Bai, what are you writing?"
Bai Su hummed and replied: "Observation log of local religious believers."
An Xiangwen felt that he heard wrongly and asked again: "What?"
Bai Su finished writing the remaining words: "Nothing, I just feel that the quality of the believers in Fuzhao Temple just now... seems not very smart."
ha? Did he hear it correctly...the word just used was quality, right?
