【Tuyan】Sword goes slant

The fat man volunteered to drive An Yan to the airport. All the way on the highway, An Yan kept staring at the scenery outside the window, and was rarely silent.

The fat man glanced at him and said, "Want a girlfriend? You're so focused, you're fascinated."

"It would be nice to have a girlfriend." An Yan retracted his gaze and said, "It's a pity that no girl can bear me."

The fat man raised his eyebrows, and he heard An Yan mutter: "Who can bear it? My boyfriend chases after another man all day long?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he laughed loudly. His fat body trembled with the trembling flowers and branches. An Yan was so frightened that he grabbed the handrail and shouted: "The car is driving! Take it easy!"

"Fatty, I can drive 180 yards with my eyes closed!"

An Yan twitched the corner of his mouth: "I think you want to go to heaven!"

The fat man is just habitually poor-mouthed. He chuckled and continued to tease An Yan: "I said, An Yan, you don't really like Shen Tu, do you? This persistent spirit is truly earth-shattering."

When An Yan heard this, he made a gesture of vomiting, and rolled his eyes to the sky, "What are you talking about! I'm not a Stockholm patient!"

"What you said, is it possible that you really like men?"

"Fuck me, fat man, are you courting death!"

The fat man didn't pay attention to An Yan's flamboyant teeth and claws at all, and leisurely teased: "An Yan, to be honest, it's really dangerous for you to do this. Look at Shen Tu, you need to have good looks and a good figure If you want money, you can have money, a perfect domineering president in bold capital letters. Look at you again, tsk tsk tsk..."

An Yan immediately became unhappy. He had heard the fat man say this once last year, and hearing it again would be even more unpleasant.Tsk what tsk, even if I have nothing, I am also a descendant of Yu Lei, even if Shen Tu is reluctant, he is doomed to be entangled with him in this life!As he spoke, he snorted, slammed on the car door, and said with his head held high, "I have time!"

Yes, as long as you have time, as long as you persist, there is nothing you can't do.

Time is a good thing, it is the most powerful weapon that man can possess.Dripping water wears away rocks, and iron pestles become needles. There is no problem that time cannot solve.No matter how awesome Shen Tu is, he is still a mortal. An Yan already possesses the most powerful power in the world, so is he afraid that he can't handle a mere Shen Tu?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become very ambitious, and the brilliance in his eyes was a bit dazzling.

The fat man clicked his tongue again, shook his head, and looked hopeless.

"Fatty, I have nothing to say, brother, bless you!"

An Yan's head was full of black lines, and he punched it, "I didn't mean that!"

The fat man laughed loudly: "I understand, I understand, I'm driving! Don't get excited."

Anyan gas knot.

After arguing with the fat man, it didn't take long to arrive at the airport. When he walked to the security check gate, the fat man stopped him, with a rare serious look on his face.

An Yan looked at him and smiled, "What's the matter, don't worry? Anyway, I've been taking risks for more than a year, and I'm not that fragile."

The fat man patted him on the shoulder, "That's not what I'm worried about." After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a while, and then continued earnestly: "An Yan, I'm afraid that if you leave, your heart will be completely stolen away. Then Shen Tu must have cast a demon on you, right?"

An Yan staggered, the corner of his mouth twitched, and kicked over, "Hurry up!"

Fatty dodged the blow deftly, and waved his hand with a smile: "Go slowly! Have a good trip! Fatty, I'm waiting for the wedding wine—"

"Drink your sister!" An Yan turned around speechlessly, waved his hands, and entered the security checkpoint with his luggage on his back.

It took nearly three hours to fly from Yanping to Xianyang. An Yan fell asleep when he boarded the plane. After eleven o'clock, he finally set foot on the land of Xianyang.

Xi'an is just an airport, at the junction of Xi'an and Xian.An Yan took out his mobile phone and found the satellite map sent by Rachel, and compared his location, it was about an hour's drive away.

The place where Shentu disappeared was near Chang'an, not the Chang'an in history, but a county under the city of Xi'an. The place is close to the Qinling Mountains, and at the foot of the mountain is the tourist road around the mountain. In recent years, it has been thriving relying on the development of tourism.

It happened to be a rest day, and the traffic on the highway was like a sea, shuttling endlessly, and when it was approaching the neighborhood, there was a traffic jam.

An Yan was worried, and asked the driver how far it was. The driver looked at the road conditions and said, "It may take half an hour."

An Yan immediately checked out and got off the car, and started walking up the road.

From time to time, donkey friends riding bicycles and self-driving tours pass by laughingly, most of them are young people in groups. In contrast, An Yan walks alone on the road with a bag on his back, looking very pitiful.

An Yan remembered that when he and Shen Tu acted together before, although there were two of them, he was the only one who talked a lot. He said three or five sentences, and he would be happy for a long time if he could get an "oh", and he continued to talk more vigorously.Now recalling the scene at that time, even An Yan himself felt that he was terribly bored, thanks to Shen Tu who could listen to him all the time and talk to him from time to time, so as not to let him feel left out, he was really patient.

"I don't know how that guy is doing now, he won't be in any danger..." An Yan muttered to himself and quickened his pace.

It turned out that the driver had completely miscalculated the distance, and An Yan had to walk for at least three hours before arriving at the destination.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, An Yan was hungry, and found a farmhouse near the foot of the mountain. He went in and asked for a bowl of noodles. way.

Qinling Mountains is an important tourist area in Shaanxi. Every year, there are many donkey friends who don’t like to take the official road. They insist on finding some remote paths that locals would take to experience the fun of adventure. The store has seen many of them, and I don’t think it’s strange, so I just say "Of course there is."

Then enthusiastically told him the address, and asked if he wanted a tour guide to lead the way.An Yan hesitated for a moment, and declined the other party's proposal.

It's not about money, it's just that he is afraid that if something happens on the road, it will be inconvenient to take ordinary people with him.

After thanking the shopkeeper, An Yan packed his luggage and entered the mountain along the route he wrote down.

When he was a child, An Fen once told An Yan that the ancestral village of the An family was in Shaanxi, and he showed him the genealogy, saying that the surname An came from the country of Anxi, and that they all had Persian blood.An Yan was also young back then, and after hearing An Fen's words, he immediately felt that he was not ordinary, and that he was a descendant of mixed race. He went home that night and stared at the mirror for a long time, trying to find traces of Persians. .

Thinking about that time now, I just find it funny, and besides being funny, I miss it a little bit.

An Yan felt more and more that the days before the age of 20 were blurred as if they happened in his previous life.Those memories are illusory and indistinct, and almost disappeared after being impacted by the stormy waves in just one year between the age of 20 and 21.

I don't know what An Fen is doing now.A flash of curiosity briefly flashed in An Yan's mind, but it quickly disappeared.

He lowered his head and hurried on his way intently.

There are still many undeveloped uninhabited areas in the Qinling Mountains. These ancient mountains and wild forests become extremely dangerous in the middle of the night. Many donkey friends who came to visit at their own expense disappeared in the vast mountains because of this. An Yan has read a lot of news. Naturally, I dare not slack off in my heart.

The road that the shopkeeper pointed out was the trail that people in their village used to go up the mountain. The further they went into the mountain, the road became narrower and narrower. When the sun was about to set, there was basically no trace of the road under An Yan's feet.

He took out the fluorescent stick, folded the light, pondered it against the map, and walked towards the deep forest in the north.

After walking a few steps, An Yan suddenly felt something was wrong, stopped and turned around abruptly.

"Who's there?"