“What kind of bad way is that?” Fang Mu was infected by the other party’s trembling voice, and his heart began to beat anxiously in response to Mo Guangning’s nod.
Many people...many people who enter this mountain never e out. After drinking tea, Mo Guangning was still a little thirsty. He was afraid that Fang Mu would not believe this, and used his own experience as an example. As a result, two people mysteriously disappeared, and the remaining one remains in a vegetative state, still lying in the hospital. Wake up. ”
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The next day, guided by tour guide Mo Guangning, Fang Mu arrives at Wenyatun, a remote mountain village mentioned in his diary.
"I didn't e back for a while. You might not be able to imagine it, but the changes here were really big. There were no asphalt roads here, and there were no guardrails when walking on the mountain path." Mo Guangning. was familiar with the road while driving. He introduced Fan Mu with a flash of memory in his eyes as he rotated the steering wheel madly. This mountain village seemed to hold a lot of memories for him.
As Mo Guangning said, Fang Mu had no special feelings about it. After all, he was an outsider from the city, and his ordinariness was sometimes someone else's aspiration.
He could understand it, but he couldn't understand it logically. It is pletely arrogant and foolish to say that you can understand that local people like Mo Guangning are proud of their country's development just by thinking or looking at it for a moment.
Fan Mu and the two finally made it out of the cave and officially entered the village.
Wenyatun is a large village spanning 10,000 villages. Dotted around are dozens of self-built houses and old houses. Because the people in the village are close to each other, old and new houses, high and low houses are clustered together.
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