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walk slowly.

Chen Xiao opened the gallery on his mobile phone and rummaged through it for a while, and found among the many photos of his precious daughter growing up, overlooking the green mountains, clear water and yellow village.

"Look, that's pretty much it—"

"It doesn't look like much in the photo, and the stream is very inconspicuous, but I took this photo many years ago with the mobile phone I had at the time."

"The actual scenery is much more shocking than the photos. The stream is also like a fluttering blue ribbon, which is very eye-catching. It's definitely not a bad idea to go and see it."

He handed the phone to Tang Ping, who was standing at the front. A group of people gathered behind Tang Ping and poked their heads to look at the photos.

The photos are indeed mediocre, the scenery is bland and tasteless.

But listening to old Comrade Chen Xiao's generous praise, I'm afraid it is indeed worth seeing.

"Then we'll leave after we finish eating?" the wine-nosed male writer asked eagerly.

He has a pure yearning for beautiful scenery.

The square-faced male writer who habitually rubs his hands together slowly rubs his hands and thinks:

"If you want to go, you really should go early. If it's late and the light is bad, you won't be able to see the feeling."

"——Is there a cable car or sightseeing car that goes directly to the top of the mountain?"

Chen Xiao shook his head: "No."

"No way..."

The wail of the nose-nosed writer is not over yet.

Chen Xiao added:

"But you can go up by car, but you have to walk the last short distance by yourself."

Rhosobose writer: "...Can you speak without gasping for air?"

After saying that, he cheered up.

If you can get there by car, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Just walk the last short distance. Is this also called mountain climbing?

Tang Ping thought for half a minute and said hesitantly:

"It's better not to go to such a dangerous place."

The nose-nosed writer immediately looked at Tang Ping: "What, are you scared?"

He thought that Tang Ping would immediately deny, "I'm not afraid," and he quickly thought of ways to suppress Tang Ping's praise of his masculinity.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ping nodded calmly:

"I am indeed afraid. A gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall."

"If someone is watching in front and someone from the side or behind accidentally pushes him, then the crime of manslaughter has been committed."

"Our group is about to become famous in the news."

The nose-nosed writer's breath hitched.

Just as he was about to refute, Tang Ping added:

"Or even if no manslaughter occurred, but someone just lost his footing and fell down, then our group should be famous, and the magazine should be closed down."

"In the end, the risk is too great. It's not worth risking your life just to see the scenery."

The rosy-nosed writer slowly closed his mouth.

After thinking about it for several seconds, he reluctantly but obviously agreed and said, "It seems true."

The person who was originally thinking about taking a bold photo and posting it on social media, his fast-beating heart returned to calmness.

"In this regard."

Chen Xiao thought for a while and said:

"It's certainly worth worrying about, but don't worry too much."

"In order to avoid accidents, we still need to take the necessary precautions."

"For example, one end of the safety rope is tied to a tree, and the other end is tied to the person. The distance is so close that it can get stuck on the edge of the cliff, and even one more step won't work."

"Is it an iron rope?" Tang Ping asked.

Chen Xiao was stunned: "No, the hemp rope... there's no need to get on the iron rope, right? It's very heavy."

"The hemp rope is afraid of being cut by others," Tang Ping said.

The wine-nosed writer shook his head: "I can tell, you really cherish your life."

"What will you do if you don't care about your life? Are you laughing when you are being harmed?"

Tang Ping looked serious:

"You only live once, be cautious when it's time to be cautious."

"And don't you think that our situation is like the opening of a suspense novel?"

"At that time, there was a man tied with a hemp rope who thought he was safe. Little did he know that the hemp rope had been quietly tampered with. He was jumping happily on the edge of the cliff and begging to be captured. Suddenly!"

"The twine broke."

"Amidst the screams, the camera captured his panic when he lost his footing and jumped down, and also took the last photo of him before his death."

"After the police investigation, several people seemed to have some hidden conflicts with the deceased, and each had their own testimonies in an attempt to excuse themselves."

“After peeling off the cocoon, the police finally identified the murderer, and the murderer also revealed his abstract motive for the murder. For example, at a certain meal, the deceased robbed him of the last piece of food he wanted to eat. From then on, he felt resentful and gradually harbored a grudge.

"The murderer burst into tears and was taken to jail, but it was too late. He was only in jail, but the victim died."

The tone is sometimes light and sometimes serious, and the narrative is sometimes urgent and sometimes slow.

Everyone was unconsciously attracted by Tang Ping's voice, until they heard the outrageous motive for the murder, and the drama was revealed in a second.

"The motive of your murder... is too outrageous." said the wine-nosed writer.

"Ah, is that outrageous?" Xiaopang asked confusedly before Tang Ping could speak.

He thinks it's quite reasonable.

The others were silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

Qiqi secretly decided not to snatch the last chopstick dish from Xiaopang in the future.

Yan Yao looked at Tang Ping in surprise and said:

"How do you feel that you can still be a broadcaster and tell stories?"

"Really?" Tang Ping tilted his head slightly.

"Yes, your storytelling ability is very good and your voice is nice. If you become a radio station, you will probably be very popular." Yan Yao said.

Lin Nan beside him nodded slightly and agreed with this sentence.

"Well...thank you for the compliment."

Tang Ping has no plans to develop another side business.

You can let AI write stories, why not go to the trouble of telling stories yourself?

Reading aloud takes a lot of time, right? If you read a wrong word in the middle, you will get stuck, and your tone will slightly deviate from the context, you need to cut it off and start over.

Taking care of your throat is also very troublesome, right?

Wait, it seems that AI can be used to read aloud.

That's fine.

AI-AI, according to my will, it will appear quickly!

"Then let me go and ask if I can borrow a piece of chain." Chen Xiao said.

Safety issues are indeed worthy of attention. Although the bad cases described by Tang Ping will not happen, it is better to have an extra layer of insurance than a tragedy.

The group waited for a while, and used motion sickness medicine in advance for those who were motion sick. After the food in their stomachs was digested, they got into several small cars rented from the villagers and set off bumpily to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, everyone was surprised to find that no matter how far they went up, they could see a few scattered houses.

Chen Xiao said:

"There's no water further up there. It's pumped from the mountain on the other side."

"The electricity is gone, so we can only use photovoltaic power generation. Look, there is a photovoltaic power station."

Tang Ping followed Chen Xiao's direction and saw a field surrounded by steel wire mesh coming into view from the edge of his field of vision.

The ground is covered with cobblestones, and occasionally weeds grow strongly from the cracks in the stones.

Countless rows and columns of photovoltaic panels are installed in the field, absorbing the sun's cheap heat energy.

"Brother Chen, you are so familiar with this place." Tang Ping said.

Chen Xiao nodded: "Well, because this is my hometown."

"???"

"I walked out from the top of the mountain, and now I have taken root in a medium-sized city. I can be considered successful."

Chen Xiao touched the little hair he had left.

He smiled at Tang Ping:

"I think my hometown is quite worth seeing and is suitable for summer vacation, so I recommended the president to choose this place."

"Also, this place with a little sense of independence from the world may be very suitable to be written as a wonderland in a fairy tale."

"Of course, the most important thing is that there is a very magical building here. Well... let me keep it a secret for the time being. I will tell you about it tomorrow, the last day."

"Very effective?" Tang Ping thought for a moment.

Guessed: "Temple?"

I heard that some temples like to be built in very remote places to keep them clean.

I don’t know if it will be here.

Chen Xiao smiled and said nothing.

He would never tell Tang Ping right now that there is a small local temple on the top of a mountain here. Legend has it that people who hike up the mountain to worship will soon find their destined marriage.

Whether it was true or false, or whether feudal superstition was real, Chen Xiao couldn't say.

Anyway, he now has a wife and daughter.

Chen Xiao raised his chest and raised his head proudly.

Tang Ping regarded the mysterious and proud Chen Xiao as the Riddler, and looked at him from head to toe for a long time.

shook his head.

Take a look at the people at the magazine. They take a break and take a vacation, but they don't forget to let their writers collect materials and draw inspiration. It seems that they are afraid that the writers will be at a dead end and unable to submit the manuscript.

It really pushed the reminder into the invisible.

But is it useful?

If you should put it off, you still have to put it off. If I don’t put it off, it’s not because I’m very professional, it’s just because I use AI Chi Liu to write my manuscript!

Several cars drove up to the top of the mountain.

He left everyone behind and parked his car at the plot of land opened by the villagers.

A few little local dogs emerged from the threshold of the tiled house, staring at the unfamiliar crowd with their heads tilted up.

Lin Nan and Yan Yao's eyes lit up.

Tang Ping squatted down, stretched out his hand and shouted "嘬嬬嬬". Several little local dogs immediately ran up to him, their little tails wagging happily, playing with his hands.

Then he was barked back by the big dog.

Tang Ping stood up and saw a faucet in the open space next to him. After obtaining the owner's consent, he opened his hand and washed away the saliva left by the little licking dog.

Lin Nan walked up to him in small steps, tugged on the corners of his clothes, and then stretched out her white hands:

"Squeeze, sip, sip."