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The evening when the rehabilitation task was successfully completed.When Ding Xi and Du Zhong sat together on the stone steps of the flower bed by the side of the road, the former finally believed that the latter did not give himself a "girlfriend bows his head" or anything.

——This person definitely didn't mean to make up his mind.

Otherwise, how can it be explained that the person who invited him to eat chocolate ice cream didn't take him to a romantic and warm dessert shop, but instead bought two ice creams at the ice cream truck and dragged him to sit on the spot?

"Bathing in the sun is good for you." Du Zhong explained his behavior in this way, which made sense.

Hearing this, Ding Yan looked at the past vigilantly: "Do you think my heart is dark or something?"

After Du Zhong laughed, he quickly explained: "I think you are too pale, you should do some outdoor activities and bask in the sun. Put some color on your skin."

Ding Hao is actually not tanned, but he has more reasons to prove that he is not the skinny otaku he looks: "It is a special situation right now, it is only because I have been in bed for nearly half a year that I am now like this, before I spent a full year Receive all kinds of physical training from time to time, and the physical fitness is good enough to be able to complete a triathlon every day."

Du Zhong glanced at him slightly in surprise, "So, you received physical training to prepare for the Grand Canyon?" When he asked, his tone was vaguely concerned.

Ding Hao didn't think this was a key plot, so he nodded casually: "I can't die in vain."

Du Zhong looked into the distance with a little absent-minded eyes, and after a while, he turned around and asked Ding Yan: "Is that place really scary?"

That place was really scary, not to mention not being able to take a bath, just seeing all kinds of insects every day made Ding Hao terrified when he thought about going to the toilet.However, in order to show his fearless masculinity, when faced with this question, he calmly shook his head and replied: "It's just that the conditions are relatively difficult, and then some places may require physical effort."

Du Zhong continued to ask with great interest, "Is there anything worth mentioning?" It seems that the introduction he saw on the phone just now can't satisfy his curiosity.

Ding Hao is not a person who likes to tell stories, but when he was asked such a question, he instinctively remembered the story that deserved to be known by more people.

"Have you heard of the Monba tribe?" The topic started like this.

Du Zhong, who was questioned, nodded: "I saw it when I searched on my phone just now."

Ding Yan elaborated from the beginning: "The Monba people in Medog had moved to the demonstration village built by the government when we passed by. For this reason, the old Medog village can be said to have become an empty city. We heard that for a period of time, the old Medog There is really no one living in Tuo Village. However, there is an old man whose child goes out to work and loses contact with him, because he is afraid that the child will not find him when he comes back, so the old man refuses to leave his hometown. I tried to persuade the old man and tried to contact the child, but all failed. In the end, some villagers were worried that the old man would stay alone in the empty village, so they stayed with him. There were too few of them. Medog Village was simply unsustainable, but unexpectedly, for such a few people, the villagers took turns to live back in the old Medog Village to ensure that the old Medog Village had enough people to survive. In this way, they have been going on for several days Year."

After hearing this story, Du Zhong was silent for a long time.In the end, he sighed and said: "The existence of a village sometimes seems very simple, or it is taken for granted, but in fact, what is really simple is the disappearance of a village, so there must be some kind of greatness in insisting on existence itself." Cohesion."

Ding Hao has always understood this truth: "The village is like this, so are the people. People can survive, it must be because of some kind of great spirit."

Du Zhong slightly turned his head to look at Ding Xi unexpectedly.

The person who was stared at stared back: "What are you looking at?"

Du Zhong laughed and said, "You must be a boy with a story to say such things. So, tell your story."

Ding Jing talked a lot today because the rehabilitation therapist said that he has recovered so fast that he is ready for the final stage of rehabilitation.This made him happy, and he was a lot more talkative.But having said that, he is not a storyteller, how many stories are he going to listen to just an ice cream Eucommia?

"The ice cream is over, let's go home." He stood up and walked to the parking lot.

Du Zhong didn't ask any more questions, he quickly followed up, and developed a new topic without calming down: "Just now you said 'you' are visiting the Monba tribe, who else is there besides you?"

"Three former Navy SEAL mercenaries." Ding Hao was excited by this topic.

Facing Ding Jing's deliberately high-profile remarks, Du Zhong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are we talking about Hollywood movies?"

"They are indeed very similar to the IMF in "Mission Impossible", except for the pair of gloves for climbing the Dubai Tower, the configuration is the same."

"...So, are you going to save the world?" Du Zhong asked dumbfounded.

Ding Can’t be counted as lying. His words were introduced by the group of mercenaries themselves. The abbreviation of the company of the group of mercenaries is indeed IMF. It’s impossible to task that. The first time they saw Ding, they bragged about " They are the prototype of the IMF in the Mission: Impossible series.

Of course, Ding Jing's excerpt at this moment is just to frighten Du Zhong.After the drama was achieved, I honestly confessed: "In fact, they are providing bodyguard services. My parents were worried that I would go to the Grand Canyon alone, so they found a very powerful bodyguard company and directly hired three bodyguards to accompany me on the departure."

"So, three ex-GIs accompanied you to the Grand Canyon?"

Are you questioning my English ability?Ding Jing glanced at the other party dissatisfied, but in the end he could only admit: "Two of them are Chinese."

Du Zhong asked curiously: "Are they good?"

Facing this question, Ding Yan immediately snorted softly. "One of them has a sharp mouth."

Du Zhong looked at him and described to him what he saw: "You suddenly look like a cat with its hair blown."

"You don't know anything about cats."

Du Zhong said with a smile, "I know, cats can scratch people. I have to be careful at the moment." After speaking, he returned to the original topic curiously, "So, is that person particularly annoying?"

"Yes." Ding Yan replied affirmatively.He also secretly compared the man in front of him with the person he thought he hated the most, and still felt that the latter won.

"What kind of person is that?" Du Zhong asked.

That was a cold, arrogant and self-righteous man, even just thinking about him would make Ding Hao unhappy. "That man has nothing to say."

Du Zhong looked at Ding Jing with a pensive look because of the latter's abnormal behavior, and Ding Yan secretly decided that if the psychiatrist inferred that he might like that man because of his own concern, he would Really hit people.

Fortunately, Du Zhong didn't say anything more.They also happened to reach Ding Xing's car.

Ding Hao unlocked the car first and got into the car. Du Zhong sat in the passenger seat with a smile, and started another topic: "Tell me again how you go to the bathroom and sleep in the Grand Canyon."

What's the matter with your tone like you want to hear me say how we compete who pees farther and then I lose miserably?

"You asked me to tell a story, you know, there is usually no such thing as going to the bathroom in the stories." Ding Hao replied seriously while starting the car.

But Du Zhong laughed: "It's a good thing we don't live in the story, otherwise, I wouldn't be suffocated to death?"

Ding Can't help but glance at the other party who doesn't have the temperament of a leading man: "Don't worry, no author should be interested in writing you into the story."

Du Zhong shook his head disapprovingly: "You don't know, I'm also a boy with a story."

"Tell your story."

Ding Hao did gossip, but he didn't expect the always slippery Du Zhong to tell the truth.He didn't expect that after being slightly dazed, Eucommia suddenly revealed in a tone of sincere emotion: "I almost died because of the person I like, but whether it is this matter or my heart, she will probably never die." I don’t even know—is this story bloody enough?”

Ding Xi couldn't help but recall the girl Du Zhong couldn't let go of, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Du Zhong quickly returned to his normal expression, and he thoughtfully said to Ding Yan: "Laugh if you want to."

Although Ding Xi was gloating, he couldn't laugh at this incident.

"If you're worried that she'll never know, then make it clear," he suggested earnestly.

Faced with this rhetoric, Du Zhong just smiled lightly and said: "Things are usually not that simple."

"So she is a foreigner? Otherwise, what is the reason for explaining one thing clearly?"

"For example, she is married and has a child. Do you think I should make it clear?"

Ding Hao still remembered Du Zhong's tone when he mentioned this girl, she should not be married.But it was difficult for him to argue with Du Zhong on this matter. He was a little worried that his unintentional remarks would hurt the man who rarely showed his true feelings.

"I suddenly discovered the truth." Du Zhong said suddenly, this time it was Conan's upper body, and the aura that was about to reveal who the real murderer was made Ding Hao seemed to hear the familiar background music.

"What?" Ding Yan asked subconsciously.

Du Zhong pointed out solemnly: "Your English must be very poor."

Ding Hao was stunned.

Du Zhong gave his own wonderful reasoning: "When you said that you were on the road to the Grand Canyon with three American bodyguards, you were very guilty and explained that two of them were of Chinese descent. But it was not easy to explain clearly just now, and you subconsciously said that you would not speak a foreign language. There are situations that are not clear, so it can be seen that the truth is-you are not good at English."

"I'm really not good at English," Ding Jing admitted bluntly, and he glared fiercely at the "detective" who "identified" him, "So, what are you going to do with me?"

If you dare to say that you are going to laugh at me, I will let you know that I am not learning karate for a joke.

Du Zhong, who was stared at coldly by Ding Yan, had a calm and relaxed expression on his face without noticing it: "So, I am going to teach you a very important sentence in English, and maybe I can save you in a life-or-death situation in the future."

Ding Hao was a little curious about which English sentence was so magical: "What?"

"Where is the toilet? Where is the toilet?"

"I've also discovered a truth—" Ding Jing sang Conan's theme song to himself in his heart, "You must really like going to the toilet."

Du Zhong laughed loudly, nodded and admitted: "Aside from liking you, my favorite thing is probably going to the toilet."

People who can understand that they have been hurt have no way to refute this sentence from a suitable angle, and in the end they can only suffer from this dark loss with a straight face.

"By the way," the co-pilot got on, and Du Zhong remembered another thing, "Let's go to the supermarket on the way back."

Ding Yan looked over in surprise: "Why do you go to the supermarket? Do you change your toothbrush every day?"

Du Zhongyu explained earnestly: "We don't need to change our toothbrush every day, but we need to eat every day."

"Don't tell me like I don't know about it." Ding Hao replied angrily.

Du Zhong continued as if nothing had happened: "People still need to eat chocolate every day."

Ding Hao's expression softened: "So, let's go to that supermarket yesterday?"