World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 630 The missing music
It's dark on the road.

The convoy moved forward quickly.

I don't know where I was taken.

Judging from the road.

At first, the journey was relatively flat, and it should be a provincial or county road.

But after driving for nearly two hours, the car started to become bumpy.

Since the window curtains of the business car were drawn, I was sitting in the back seat and could not see the scenery on the side at all. I could not judge the direction of the car from the road signs and terrain, but I could feel branches scraping the car body. He should have been walking on a country trail or already into the mountains.

Judging from this situation.

He did not return to Kyoto.

It’s not like heading towards Jinmen.

Most likely, he went to a rural area in Hebei Province.

After running around for the past few days and being beaten today, I was not only sleepy, but also felt unbearable pain all over my body. I was too lazy to think about these things for the time being, so I simply closed my eyes and rested.

The shadow of Yan Xiaoyue appeared in his mind.

There was no broken van in Xiang Zixun's motorcade.

Moreover, after they came down just now, I did a rough scan and it seemed that Yan Xiaoyue had not been caught and stuffed in the motorcade.

Later facts proved.

This girl was indeed not caught by Xiang Zixun and others.

It is very likely that after she attacked Yan Xiaoguang, she discovered the problem with the locating card on Yan Xiaoguang's body, lost the locating card, and then drove away in the car.

of course.

This is just a guess on my part.

How did Yan Xiaoyue find the location card, and what route did she take to get rid of the fierce pursuit of the convoy behind her.

No way to know.

As for where she went after getting rid of the convoy.

I do not know either.

Because after this time, I never saw her again.

Yan Xiaoyue is like a piece of beautiful and moving music that suddenly plays on the car radio during my journey in life, accompanying me on a journey that is neither long nor short.This song made me very comfortable and happy, and relieved all the fatigue during the journey. However, when I looked for the song later, I found that I had forgotten the title and lyrics and could no longer find them.

In this regard.

I have always been brooding and feeling sad.

Until one Christmas Eve many years later.

At that time, I had already withdrawn from the big river of antique Jianghu and lived a very ordinary life.

At the invitation of a friend that night.

In a small bar in Han City, two greasy middle-aged men were drinking quietly and indifferently admiring the madness of the young people on the stage.

A bartender suddenly came over and whispered in my ear: "Mr. Su, I am Xiao Hu from the Laoliang Gang Hanshi Caidian."

I smiled and said to him, "Sorry, you got the wrong person."

The bartender said: "Mr. Su, please don't misunderstand me. I have nothing else to do with you."

"It's just because a senior from the Laoliang Gang sent people from abroad to give you something, so I sent it to you."

Subsequently.

He took out a greeting card and gave it to me.

I opened it and took a look.

There is a beautiful half crescent moon drawn in the greeting card.

On the moon, sitting a beautiful little girl.

This little girl is a three-dimensional painting made of colorful 3D cardboard. As the card continues to shake, the little girl's pair of little feet hanging under the crescent moon are constantly shaking, and her beautiful eyes are blinking. The Merry Christmas song that came from the card seemed to be singing to me. It seemed extremely pure and lovely, making people feel happy.

Below are a few Chinese characters besides Merry Christmas.

Also a sentence in English.

"The girl who lives in the Moon".

I know all the words.

But they were connected together, but I couldn't translate them accurately, so I asked my friends around me to help translate them.

The friend looked at English and frowned: "The girl who lives in the moon?"

I was shocked.

Immediately read the address on the greeting card envelope.

This is sent from a nunnery in a small town in a small country in Western Europe.

I couldn't help but feel dumb in my heart.

There may be some fallacies in my friend's translation.

She is not a girl.

She has always been the queen.A free moon queen who follows her heart.

……

Let's go back to the beginning.

I drifted off to sleep.

Wait until I wake up.

I found that it was already getting light.

And the car's blinds have also been opened.

I looked outside.

Good guy!
Outside is endless grassland, with occasional cattle and sheep nearby.

The car is speeding on a grassland road.

After a night of running around.

no doubt.

Now we have arrived in Mongolia!
No wonder they don’t cover car curtains anymore.

In this prairie, it doesn't matter whether you block it or not. Anyway, let me see, I don't know where I am now.

Through the rearview mirror.

I found that there was only one car following me.

Look ahead.

There is only one.

Seven of the previous ten-car convoy did not come, and only three vehicles entered the prairie.

What is this going to do?
I saw a few people nearby were still pointing their spray at me, so I said, "You've been lifting this thing all night, aren't you tired?"

One of them, who looked a bit silly, replied: "We take turns, so we won't be tired!"

I asked again: "Where are you taking me?"

He replied: "I don't know!"

I frowned and said, "Brother, can you give me a drink of water?"

He replied: "There is no water in this car!"

I said: "Arctic Ocean and Jianlibao are also fine..."

He looked very annoyed and said: "Tell the boss, you are so scheming, let us talk to you less, stop talking, or I will smash your tongue right away!"

I looked at his stupid look and felt that if I kept talking, he would really pull out my tongue and squirt it, then he would stop saying anything.

Noon.

The car stopped.

They all got out of the car to make a fire to cook, and locked me in the car alone, and sent people to guard me outside the car.

I saw Xiang Zixun through the window glass.

This guy was in the car in front of him.

At this moment, he was sitting on a small pony, his face extremely gloomy.

The subordinate served him a bowl of soup.

It's probably too windy.

The soup had sand blown into it.

This guy slammed the soup in his hand over his subordinate's head, causing the subordinate's head and face to be covered with soup.

Seaweed and egg blossoms.

Light enough.

I can tell.

Xiang Zixun was in a very irritable mood.

Wait for these people to eat and drink.

The silly guy gave me a steamed bun and a bottle of mineral water.

The steamed buns are so hard that they can be used as weapons to knock people out if they are kept for another two days.

But talk is better than nothing.

I drank some water and chewed it slowly, and it actually gave me a different flavor.

The car starts again.

I slept again in the afternoon.

At nine o'clock in the evening.

The car stopped.

Silly Hanhan took out a rope to tie me up, and while tying me up, he said, "We are going to camp, you can sleep in the car tonight!"

(End of this chapter)