The second uncle and the others set off again, and the man followed him. The fat man and I leaned against the car next to the toll station and watched them leave. At this time, my mentality was already very good. When I was a child, when I was watching the slam dunk master, I saw the last chapter and thought that the author was cruel to let the protagonist stop there, but now it is very understandable.

Someone is going to play in the National League, and I have to cure my spine first. Who told me to become a monk halfway?

The next month was divided into three parts. In the first third, I devoted myself to studying Uncle San’s mobile phone. I followed Uncle San’s instructions and no one said that. I only took out the mobile phone in a place with eaves. If it was thunder and rain, I would close the doors and windows.

For the first time, I felt like I was being spied in a thunderstorm. I always felt that the lightning flashed outside the window, and there was an eye looking at me outside the window.

I printed out all the information and saved it in many places. There were a lot of words on my phone, but there weren't many words printed out. Later, Uncle San hid because of the Nine Gate. There were many years in between. He did not contact Yang Daguang. When he was most desperate, he looked at me in secret, full of dangers. Judging from his description, it should be in the snake swamp. That day he heard the familiar thunder in the snake swamp.

I dare not say that this is the meaning of Uncle San, but looking at the records in the diary, he thought it was the familiar thunder, which warned him.

After that day, Aning died. He hid in the depths of the snake swamp. It was the thunder we heard that day that changed his plan and let him know that there were other teams in the snake swamp besides our two teams.

Later, Uncle San ran away when he heard the thunder. If it was this attitude, no matter whether there was any information in the thunder or not, the thunder would be like a tiger on a young man's ship, constantly alerting him. In a sense, it can also be said: he saved him more than once, until not long ago, he heard the thunder again. The thunder reminded him of what the leader of the weather team told him about me in the village.

Although it sounds very unreliable, Uncle San really seemed to be in love with Lei Sheng. There was a witch who loved him deeply in the dark clouds in the sky.

These records are all mysterious and mysterious fragments. It is very likely that they were the words of the Third Uncle. It is still unclear what he was doing. But finally there was a saying.

In the next third of the month, time passed by, and Bai Haotian and I became good friends. I watched when she was disillusioned, and saw her admiring me, and saw her clearly. The beauty produced by the sense of distance was boring and clean. Boredom was the truth, and it was never like that. Now the artwork produced by civilization whitewashed the nothingness, and painting and photography are more about the heart, which also shows that the beauty that people can see in their hearts is more than what reality can give.

The light in Bai Haotian's eyes began to disappear on the 15th day. I was playing minesweeping, and it was only after the third week that I realized that I had not received any news from my second uncle.

I sent a message to my second uncle and Mon Oil Bottle, praying that they could reply in a place with a signal, but there was no news, so they should have entered the mountain.

How quickly the relationship between people can be worn out? I often think about this question. Some people don’t contact each other for a long time, and don’t say a word when they meet, and they don’t feel embarrassed. Some people are together for a long time, separated for a month or two, and when they meet again, they are as strange as tigers, in their eyes.

When I see Uncle San - if I have this opportunity - I will be like when I see Man Youbo, or I will be so unfamiliar with the fat man finding topics when I eat? There is also a fat man between me and Man Youbo, and Pan Zi between Uncle San and me, but I have gone. Can I mention it or can't?

The last ten days passed in anxiety, and then delayed for less than three days. Uncle Er has always kept the time and came back three days late. I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

From the early departure of the Eleventh Cluster, I arrived at the second uncle's handicap and saw that the eaves of the house were filled with incense. Someone was dead. Seeing that so many things had been inserted, it had been a long time since I had been in trouble. Every time I came back, we were in rags and died. It was rare for the third uncle and I to go along the way. Now there are such serious casualties again. I am afraid that I will really die where they go.

Luck is no longer with me.

I took a deep breath and entered the yard where Uncle Er had his hand in hand. The yard was covered with dilapidated equipment. The moment I walked into the yard, everyone looked at me as if frozen.

All the compassionate monsters rolled in the air, and suddenly came to me with their eyes at that moment.

Before I could react, I turned around and looked around. There was no oil bottle and asked casually: "Where is the little brother?"

"The boy is gone," Kwan Jian cried loudly. I was stunned for a moment, and I was surprisingly calm: "What's gone?"

The second uncle walked out of the inner room, and everyone looked at the second uncle and looked at me. The second uncle looked gloomy: "Come in."

As soon as I finished speaking, the white snake sat down on the ground. I didn't move and grabbed the vest: "What's gone?"
Chapter completed!