I moved down bit by bit. When I stopped again, I found that I was halfway down. It was not that difficult, so I comforted myself.

This was not the truth, but I was unwilling to succumb to the panic that seemed to swallow me up. I grabbed the root of the tree with both hands and continued to move downward. Suddenly, there was a crack.

There was a sound, and a burst of dust fell. A branch of sunflower flew down into the air and fell to the ground. My body was shaking. It was over! I would fall off the train! A strong wind blew and pressed me against the rock wall. I held on with my fingers.

Stone wall, but still no support

My body was firmly on a small rock protrusion no more than eight feet wide. As soon as the strong wind passed, I would immediately fall backwards. Chaotic and fragmented hallucinations passed through my mind, just like a drowning person acting out.

My mother laughed, drank her beer, and was pleased with the cheers of the people in the hotel.

I reached out for the teapot, which turned into a wine glass. I sat in front of the stove, well-dressed and demure, smiling as I listened to my father talk about his life.

Arrangements for my bright future. This illusion gradually blurred and passed away. I arrived at the house in Montagu Square again. The train looked at me frequently, he was handsome, fierce, and extremely bad. His eyes passed away, and I

When we arrived at that gloomy and horrifying cell, the servants passed on each other. They smiled, acted slowly, and picked the clams.

Tell me how to open the iron lock on the town. Na Jintang was lying on the sofa. He had a high fever and fell into a coma after being bitten by a snake. I stroked his face. He was in the hospital.

Na Jintang and I walked through the dense brown-green forest...

Suddenly, the strong wind passed. The illusion flashed and disappeared within a few seconds. The wind stopped, but I hadn't fallen yet. I squinted and saw a thick stick hanging two yards away on the right. If I could slow down,

I slowly moved closer to it and grabbed the rope... I prayed to God to give me strength. After a while, I had the strength, and I began to carefully and slowly approach the rope. However, the rock under my feet was gone.

, I couldn't move forward any further. I reached out to grab the rope, but it was still short.

It's just a few inches out of reach. I have to go through a lot of pain before I can wear it, no! If I miss it, if I catch it, I will fall. I am terrified, but I don't care about anything. When I know that I will fall to the ground.

regardless of when.

A miracle happened. Regardless of life or death, I rushed towards the winner Lan Hong, grabbed it with both hands, and left in the air. I stepped on the steamer with my hands.

After sliding down, when Shenglian Cai Zaijiang came back, I landed on a few inches of wide rock below.

The rope came and pulled me. It was strong and sturdy. I continued down, sometimes right, sometimes right, on the rocks. I am calm now, focused, no longer afraid, and my feet touched the ground.

.I let go of the victory flower, took a few steps back, and lifted it up.

The cliff that is hidden in front of me shrinks in front of my head. Only when I turn my head back can you see the cliff boy. I know I shouldn't have come down from here, but now I have come down. This is the most important thing. I beat it.

It took a long time to trim the brown hair on my face and pat the hair off my red dress. It took almost half an hour, but it finally got better. I really wanted to laugh happily, but I held back immediately.

Now. There is no time to sing now.

In the end, I didn't have time to reflect on what I had done, so I turned around and walked towards the road towards the dock.

The houses in the east and west are crowded together, as if they are relying on each other. They look extremely crowded. Someone is pressing the piano hard, and someone is singing out of tune. It is still only half the afternoon.

And "Yamashita Naqijiu" has become active. It is not difficult to imagine what a chaotic place it will be at night.

I walked past three small hotels and a two-story house with a painted frame. There was a wide balcony in front of the house, and there were people wearing colorful clothes.

Women were sitting on the balcony, drinking and laughing. More women poked their heads out of the windows upstairs, and they shouted to me.

I walked over quickly, trying to avoid those joking advances and obscene calls.

A man staggered out of a small hotel with a half bottle of wine in his hand.

He saw me at the first sight, shouted loudly, rushed down the stairs, stumbled towards me, shaking the bottle in his hand. He was tall and strong, with blond hair hanging on his shoulders. I quickly walked faster

, but he soon,

He caught up with me and reached out and grabbed my shoulder

He turned around and turned me around. I was furious, and the anger replaced the fear I might have had in other situations. The man smiled.

His mouth smelled of alcohol. Just when he was about to pull me over, I pushed him hard. Because he was so drunk, he couldn't steady his body and screamed.

Then he fell to the ground.

The woman on the balcony was drinking wine, and I was also dissatisfied with my actions. I continued to walk forward, but I started to tremble, feeling a joy I didn't have before.

I walked into several shops downstairs and paid no attention to the "Wow!" sounds and violent shouts.

I was left behind, and the pier was right in front of me. Three large trains and more than a dozen small trains were undulating on the water. Strong people were walking back and forth on the springboard, loading and unloading goods. There were piles of sick boxes on the pier.

.

Buckets and horizontal cables. People were busy, some were scolding, but no one noticed my arrival at all.

No one showed any interest in my arrival.

I stopped in front of a pile of boxes, wondering how I could get a train seat.

I asked a person who was passing by in a hurry to ask if there was a train leaving the port this afternoon for city A and town B. He nodded and pointed to a large train "Royal Star".

People were pushing trolleys filled with what looked like pink bricks down the gangplank. When I looked closer, it turned out to be bricks, a light pink brick that resembled a cabinet-colored red rose. Others were loading the bricks.

Get on the big train.

As I watched, a train car already loaded with bricks left the pier and headed towards the slope leading to the city above. Four train horses struggled to pull the car, and the driver crackled and waved in the air.

With a whip.

A short, fat, bronze-skinned man seemed to be directing the unloading of the "Royal Star" train. He clasped his hands in front of him and watched from a distance.

A stern look on his face. A trolley lost control and almost dropped a load of beautiful bricks into the water.

The man shouted at him. The man pushing the cart made a face, steadied the cart, and walked down the gangplank to the front of the train. The short fat man frowned.

He looked very unhappy. I thought maybe he was the train conductor. If so, he could give me a train seat.

As I approached, he raised his head and looked at me with a cold, bronze look that made me uneasy.

He looked fierce.

It shows power and authority. Although it stands motionless, it controls everything here.

He has an unusual magical power that is intimidating. He has a slender figure and wears a pair of elegant knee-length black pants that are shiny and shiny, comfortable gray trousers, and a loose white silk shirt. He has a stiff face.

.Fang Piao, the forehead bone is wide and flat.

"What do you, a stranger, want to do?"

He spoke in a deep, guttural voice, with a very stern expression.

I knew that I must look ugly, my hair was a mess, my clothes were stained with dirt, and my face must be dirty. I came from the direction of "city A and town B at the foot of the mountain". He might have thought that I was a foreigner.

Drum girl soliciting customers.

A man like him would have looked down upon women and regarded them as dirt beneath his feet. He stared at me with his stern blue eyes, as if he could

I couldn't be more happy to give in. It took me a long while before I could speak.

"I-I want to go to city A and town B." I said hesitantly.

The tone of my voice startled him, and one of his bushy brown eyebrows opened.

"Where are you from?" He was not asking me, but questioning me.

"I really thought...it was none of your business." I retorted.

"Answer me, stranger!"

"So what if you don't answer?" I said boldly.

"You'll regret it," he threatened.

"Go to hell!" I said calmly.

He frowned and pursed his lips tightly. Obviously, he was rarely seen by others. He was able to give orders and others always obeyed. His strength and strength made him a natural thug.

I felt a hint of cruelty emerging from the corners of his mouth, and from his full blue eyes that were staring at me.

"You're new here," he said. "I've never seen you before." "In fact, I just got to Natchez this morning."

"You want to go to New Orleans and take a train like this?"

"I think this train will leave Hong Kong."

"Wait until these fools finish unloading."

“Are you—are you a customer service person?”

"The train is mine, and the customer service staff was hired by me."

"So, you can give me a train seat."

"If I'm happy, of course."

Although he still looked warm and angry, the mild anger just now was gone. His eyes looked at me, observing everything carefully, with great interest.

I was no longer afraid, but my face began to turn red. I really wanted to slap him as hard as I had just slapped the poor drunk who chased me on the road. I felt my eyes flashing with anger as I spoke.

"I can give you train money," I said loudly and grandly, "as much as you want.

"You mean, before I find you in Najin Hall."

"How can you.

"The girl you don't serve is definitely not a decent woman in the city. I heard that Jintang has arrived, and I heard that he has brought a beauty."

"Word travels so fast."
Chapter completed!