My beautiful boss and I

"I don't know why the deputy commander in chief is here tonight." He poured me a cup of Pu'er tea, handed it to me and looked at me tentatively.

I said: "I come here from Xinghai to travel with a group. I will stay here for a few days I want to take this opportunity to have a look over there Please inform boss Li

He listened and nodded: "yes, yes, yes Wait a moment, deputy commander-in-chief. I'll deal with it now. "

Then he sat down at the table, wrote a note, rolled it up and put it into a small tube.

Then, he opened the window, outside the window hung a bird cage, he opened the bird cage, took out a pigeon, tied the pipe to the pigeon, and then released, the pigeon flapped south.

Be careful to use this original and safest way of contact.

Then he closed the window, looked at me and said, "I'll get back to you in three hours at the latest. Please wait for the deputy commander in chief."

I nodded.

He said, "will the deputy commander return to the hotel?"

I said, "I won't go back Just wait here for a reply! "

He said, "why don't you find a room for the deputy commander in chief to rest first?"

I said, "good!"

He took me out, found a guest room, opened the door, and then said to me, "deputy commander in chief, if the commander in chief knew you were coming, he would be very excited and happy. It is estimated that we can set out for the mountains tonight."

I nodded: "good!"

"Deputy commander in chief, please have a rest. I'll arrange the preparations before departure." He said.

I closed the door and lay in bed with my clothes. After thinking about it, I called Qin Lu.

"Did the monitor rest? I'm not interrupting your rest when I call you so late? " I said.

"Ha No, I'm watching TV. " Qin Lu laughs: "how? You didn't sleep, either? Do you want to take me out for supper

"Ha ha, no, I want to ask for leave for you." I smile.

"Leave? What leave do you want? " Qin Lu's voice is a little confused.

"Ask for leave and don't travel with the group." I said.

"Ah? Why? " Qin Lu's voice was unexpected, but also lost.

"Well, I grew up here. I've been to these tourist attractions many times, nothing new. At the same time, I still have a lot of my childhood friends, who haven't seen me for many years, so I don't want to join the group activities these days. Let's go to see my friends It's not easy to come once, just take advantage of this opportunity I hope the monitor will grant me permission! " I said.

"Oh..." Qin Lu's voice sounded disappointed: "you don't travel with the group, no one will accompany me How boring

"There are so many students in my class, why do I have to accompany you?" I said.

"In fact, I have to grant this leave, don't I? Don't let you and your little friend meet, you will resent me, won't you? I'm not allowed to leave. You'll ask the head teacher for leave, won't you? Anyway, you have to break away from the big group and do your own activities, don't you? " Qin Lu said.

"Ha ha, what do you say?" I said equivocally.

"Well, it's like asking for leave, but it's no different from notice!" Qin Lu said, "well, I'll just go with the flow and allow you to leave."

"Thank you, monitor!" I said.

"Ah --" Qin Lu sighed, "he's a guy who values friends more than color."

I want to laugh, but I can't help it.

"When you come back, you'll invite me to dinner as a token of thanks and compensation." Qin Lu said.

"No problem!" I said.

"You didn't go back to the hotel tonight, did you?" Qin Lu said.

"Yes, I'm here with my partner now. I won't go back tonight. I'll live here for a long night and talk about the past..." I said.

"Oh Well, have a good time! Remember to owe me a meal Qin Lu said.

"Well Remember, no problem! " I said.

After the call, I feel relieved. I close my eyes and want to sleep.

However, I couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered what happened to the photographer tonight, what he said and what Haizhu did

The brain is in a mess again, and the heart can not help but add a bit of pain and sadness, as well as great confusion and emptiness.

The night rain outside the window continues to fall, pattering, the air is a little wet and stuffy

My heart also became extremely agitated with the rain at night

In the night rain of the south, I can't help thinking of Qiutong. At this time, she should have been dreaming. Will she know that I miss her in the far south? At this time, will she think that I will soon cross the border into the golden triangle where she once lived and died together?

The rain hits the lattice of the window and makes a slight sound. The melancholy in my heart is like the rain at night, lingering constantly

The night rain knocks on the window and falls on the lonely night of Tengchong.

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the window. Outside the window, the drizzle was lingering, the rain was quiet, and my mood was flying with the drizzle. Depressed, listening to the rain quietly. The sound of the rain, dripping in my heart. A gust of cold wind swept through the night.Continuous drizzle, I seem to wait for a thousand years to find the trace of rain. It's like an indelible fantasy in my heart, never withering, wandering and watching alone.

Raindrops gently tap the window glass, knock my confused mood. Rain drips like green, sadness crawls all over the window of my heart, and the clouds are gradually thick. Loneliness and loneliness envelop my heart. There is no hiding place.

At this time, there are no stars, only the sky is crying. Drizzle drops of rolling down, like tears, cold sad, rolling down on the ground. Yesterday's prosperity, fleeting, leaving the soul bit by bit, lonely melancholy.

Such night, such Tengchong, such mood. Leaning against the window, listening to the whisper of the drizzle, listening to the whisper of the wind, the weeping of the rain. Leaning against the window to listen to the rain, drunk in the rain. You can hear it, you can't see it. Growing green, fat, red and thin mood, add a bit of melancholy.

Seems to have been used to such a rainy day, leaning against the window to listen to the rain. Seems to have been used to see the silent splash of drizzle, silky soft raindrops, cold sad, as if quietly telling the past. I have long been used to condensing my thoughts and soaking them in such a rainy day. The past events entangled in my heart also spread with the drizzle, and the scissors continue to manage chaos

Listen to the rain in front of the window, the rain is quiet, the sound drops in my heart. I throw my heart in the wind and hang my mind on the branches. Those confused tentacles sway in my dream.

Lingering past events, once lingering love, come to my heart, firmly grasp my heart.

Is it raining tonight? Is it raining in the illusory world? Has she ever felt the sadness of the rain? Do you know that this is my heart rain in tears? Tears like the rain outside the window, bit by bit in the heart.

Such a night, the memory of the heart window, engraved with the figure can not be waved, my attachment, guarding the cold room, in such a rainy night, quietly miss, quietly aftertaste.

Drizzle like silk, there is no star in the night, this drizzle also has a little mystery. The past is like the wind and the dust is like the earth. Looking back, I find that yesterday's prosperity is just flowers in the water, and the moon in the mirror is like rain flowers tonight. When you want to firmly grasp, but slip from the hands, want to grasp also can't grasp.

the rain beat the branches and leaves of Wutong outside the window, as if singing the elegy. Raindrops, sometimes agitated, sometimes tactful, sometimes lingering, swept my wet heart. Lonely, with the wind, as if to hear the sound of raindrops sigh.

Rain outside the window, the past lingering love, but also into the vast land. The past life is also a guest, what's the present. Who is the attachment of the guest? Who is the soul of the previous life? Who will wait year after year for whom in front of Sansheng stone and on Naihe bridge? Thousands of years of love, thousands of years of resentment, with the rain.

In front of the window, I let out a sigh.

Listen to the rain, listen to the continuous sound. Listen to the rain, listen to their sad mood. Listen to the rain, open the season's dusty heart. Soul, can not release a pool of spring ripples. Heart, fade flashiness and chaos, but did not smile to see the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds grow and disappear.

The sound of rain outside the window, like the sound of nature, is flowing in the air, and the night is more profound.

There is a wind blowing by, quiet

I don't know how long it took to hear the door knocked twice.

I suddenly look back, look at the time, 4 o'clock in the morning.

In more than an hour, it will be light.

I opened the door and the innkeeper flashed in: "Deputy commander-in-chief, the mountain has answered. The commander-in-chief wrote a reply in person. Let's send you there immediately."

"Shall we go now?" My spirits were lifted.

"Yes, let's go! I accompanied him personally, and several brothers escorted him. " He said.

Let's go downstairs. All four of us are there.

Give out raincoats and boots and put them on.

The innkeeper and the four big men took a handful of micro Chong and hid it in their raincoats.

"Let's go!" I said, smiling at the inn guy. He looked at me in fear. Then he laughed: "deputy commander in chief, have a safe trip."

Then we set out. Surrounded by them, I left the inn, walked out of the alley, got on a pickup truck that had been waiting at the entrance of the alley, and headed for the border

As we approached the border, we got off and walked into a huge plantain forest.

We entered the plantain forest, and soon disappeared into the darkness before dawn

The rain is still falling, hitting the banana leaves and making a ticking sound.

There is a zigzag path in the plantain forest. From time to time, there are huge plantain leaves stretching to the top of the road. We don't make a sound. We turn on a flashlight and walk through the plantain forest quickly as we push the leaves aside

Strange calls of unknown animals came from the distance. It sounds a little creepy in this rainy night

Through the plantain forest, in front of the dark tropical primeval forest.

Without hesitation, we plunged into the primeval forest

At this time, the rain stopped. Thick clouds gradually thin, a round of silver plate bright moon out of the cloud layer, the mercury like moonlight shining in the forest. In the old and quiet woods, which were illuminated by the moonlight, the wild animals opened their eyes anxiously, and the owls cooed in alarm, for they saw six strangers who had never seen before break into their world.The moonlight came down from the cracks in the trees. Instead of using a flashlight, we walked silently on the soft path full of withered leaves

Walking in this dark primeval forest, I suddenly think of a true story that Lao Qin once told me: many years ago, a group of educated young men and women aged 16 or 17, in order to devote themselves to the lofty world revolution, but also for the secret romantic love and ideal in their hearts, rashly crossed the border and threw themselves into the jungle of the golden triangle. Some people became the food of the tiger black bear, some buried in the swamp and dense forest, some were sucked into a shell by leeches, and some were taken away by uncivilized Aboriginal savages. They didn't know what tools they had made.

A few months later, only one woman and two men were left in this group of vigorous young people. They walked and walked, and finally walked out of the dark virgin forest. When they saw the first cottage full of sunshine, the first wisp of smoke, they could not help kneeling on the ground and crying. The local people were surprised to see several monsters coming out of the forest, like the legendary human bear.

Of course, I have a few of them to lead the way tonight. I won't be a human bear.