I hold on to the ugly and down the mountain.

I looked around with alarm and smiled, "Don't be afraid, my master was hit hard last night, and he won't shoot easily again."

“Is he gone?”I asked.

Ugly shook his head: "He will always follow us, and he will not stop."It's just that he'll think of something else, maybe it's not necessarily going to drop his head."

I was shocked, the manuscript left by my grandfather was recorded, the head of the head down is very secretive, the recruits can not detect, maybe the crowd was touched, and he fell in the head.Some head-down teachers are so powerful to what extent, just look at it, you can be tricked by being seen, and you don't know how to die.

Before coming to the cottage, I saw that the truck was still there.I greeted the ugly and got into the car, tried to start, and the car could still move.I slowly opened up.

The car did not dare to enter the deep mountain, but slowly walked along the sheep gut path on the edge of the mountain.I dare not drive too fast, such a road situation, I can not manage this level.

The car is going all the way, although the road is rough and difficult, it can barely drive, there should be a small road that runs all year round here, which has been pressed out by the car.

The car drove for a long time, after noon, only to see a market town not far away, when the car oil is about to run out.In the town, the streets are low shantytown houses, the days of Myanmar are very hot, most of the people here are black, thin and thin, wearing dirty traditional clothing, the most used means of transport is shuttled to and from the tricycle.

I parked my car on the side of the road and we got out of the car.The ugly face is now nearly sixty years old, not far away, tired against the wall gasping, her physical strength also declined with age.

The most important thing is to find a hotel to rest and then go to dinner.Don't say ugly, my physical strength is also close to the limit.But what the locals say, we do not understand, ugly only Thai and Chinese, and add a special phallic spell of the Pali language, for Myanmar's native Khmer is not clear.

I stood in the streets of a foreign country, and people passed by, and that sense of desperate loneliness could not be described in words.

Ugly came up with a way, she told me that the monk's spirit had been detained in the sheriff, he was a Burmese, you can use his spirit, maybe you can understand the local language.

What she said seems to make some sense.I tried to communicate with the spirit in the sheriff, this spirit had been on my body, and there was a tacit understanding between us.I thought of the spirit of the cherries with my consciousness, and my whole body trembled, and there was a cold in the hot summer, and it went up to my body.

I listened to the locals again, and I could instantly understand what they meant.

This feeling is difficult to describe, I still do not understand the language they speak, but I understand that the literal meaning will immediately appear in my mind.

I stopped a local person, tried to communicate with him in the local language, anyway, what is in my heart, how to say it on my mouth, with a comparison, he even understood!

The locals told me that there was an inn on the corner of the street.I asked him again if there was a gas station nearby, and he told me that there was no big gas station, but there was a small-scale station that was provided to some motorcycles, and maybe to refuel the motor vehicle.

I stayed at the inn with the Ugly and opened a room for her to wait here.I went out to drive, found a small gas station, and filled up the oil.You can also make international long-distance phone calls.My phone was lost a long time ago, and I made a phone call in the country after paying the money.

The first call to the home, reported peace with my mother, today is the weekend, my sister is also, ask me where I am.I told her that I was now in an unknown town in Myanmar, and my sister would laugh and I would go to Myanmar.

I laughed and didn’t bother to tell her.Hang up the phone, I called the paint factory again, the chief of staff is in the factory, heard my phone is broken, asked me when I can come back, said he called the Thai side, there is a saying you have been to Bangkok, why not come back?

I said bitterly, director, a word is hard, I am now running in Myanmar, should be about to go back, you can rest assured.

The chief of staff paused and asked me if I had any eyebrows on the matter of Azan.

I told him that Azan was impossible, but I found his apprentice, and perhaps there was a way for the apprentice.

The chief of staff sighed and told me to be careful.

The last phone call I called to get to know South Africa.It was a little strange to hear from Nanhua that it was my voice, and this man was extremely intelligent and immediately realized whether something was wrong.

I told him the truth on the phone, telling him that the driver who had brought us to Myanmar had been killed by Azambonul.We are now in Burma, in an unknown town, and I don’t have much cash.

I said, I can't help you, I can only rely on yourself.You find a way to Little Mincha, and find a man named Jimmy in the local area.Xi Nanhua has communicated with Jimmy, and as long as we can take it to China, he can send us to China.

Hanging up the phone, I bought a map of Myanmar at the gas station, communicated with the store owner, and found my current location.It is not too far away from Xiao Mincha, I marked the route on the map, and I have some points in my heart.As long as you can safely reach the Hula, you can return to China.

I bought some food at the corner of the street, went to the door of the room, found the door closed, I knocked on the door, did not reply.

I pushed it away, squeaked, and waited in the room to find that something was wrong.

Ugly was not in the room, on the ground were a pile of fragments of mirrors, windows were open, the wind outside was blowing in, curtains fluttering.

I realized what, rushed to the window to look outside, people on the street, there is no ugly trace.

I squatted on the ground, a piece of mirror fragments that picked up the ground.It must have been ugly to see her own appearance, she could not bear this great change, she ran away.

I forced myself to calm down, while cleaning and thinking, thinking that there was no way to think about it, and my heart was heavy.

I went out of the inn, walking aimlessly along the long street, looking around, and saw a group of people surrounding something, clattering and talking.

I had an ominous feeling in my heart, and I ran to separate the crowd and waited until I entered it to see that they were looking at a dead dog.

I pulled away from the crowd and inadvertently saw a person squatting next to the trash in the corner of the wall, all over the rags and hairs.I walked over, crouching in front of her, and touching her hair with my hands.

She looked up at me, my heart trembled, the person in front of her is ugly, she has become an old woman, about sixty years old approaching the age of seventy, full of wrinkles, eyes gray, looking at me.

She looks like a beggar in the village.

“Come back with me.”I said softly.

The Ugly looked at me, his voice hoarse: "Wang Qiang, I am ugly in the mirror."

I want to say that you are not ugly, but this is an obvious lie, I really do not know what to say, then said: "We go back to China."I'll send you to Wudang Town to find high people, and they must have a way to restore you to the way you were."

Ugly holding his knees, "hush" crying, especially sad.I sat down next to her, gently comforted her, and could not say what it felt.

She suddenly raised her head: "Wang Qiang, will there still be feelings between us?"

“Certainly.”I nodded my head.

Ugly looked at me for a long time: “I believe you.Let's go back."

I took her back to the inn, and I cleaned up the mirrors in the room and said, "Don't be so capricious in the future, there's something we'll face together."

She ate a big meal, but I had no appetite, and sat there looking at her.

At night we slept in a bed, and slept in clothes.Ugly woke up several times in her sleep, I asked her what she dreamed of, she did not say, her face is indescribable sorrow.

Near the dawn, I fell asleep, and in the haze I heard ugly self-talk, she seemed to say, I am afraid I can't stick to China, sorry, Wang Qiang.

I didn’t take anything seriously in my sleep and went on sleeping.

When the day is bright when you wake up.I sat up and saw that the ugliness had woken up, sat on the head of the bed with my knees, and saw me smiling sweetly.I felt in my heart that if this was a little girl, she would have smiled absolutely affectionately, but in front of me it was an old lady.

We retreated from the room, and I drove out of town, according to the map.If I can really get to the ride, my car is definitely a breakthrough improvement.

Stop and look at the map proofread direction.In terms of direction, ugly is much worse than me.Following her lead, I walked all the way.

Ugly is particularly prone to fatigue, and it does not take two hours to start sneezing and curling up in the seat.

I can’t wait to call her and let her rest.The car drove for a day and arrived at a deserted place at night.It is difficult to find the locals to inquire, only to know that it is not far from Mongla, and it is estimated that it will arrive tomorrow morning.