"Shangri-La", a word that has been used in recent years. Zhongdian County in southern Yunnan Province and Daocheng County in Chengchuan Province once fought for the ownership of this name. In the end, Zhongdian took the lead and received a approval from the State Council to change the name to Shangri-La County. Daocheng was not willing to be outdone and applied to change the original Riwa Township to Shangri-La Township.

Later, perhaps to smooth things over, people simply called a large area of ​​Kangnan, including Daocheng, Muli, Zhongdian, Xiangcheng and Mangkang the Great Shangri-La area.

However, the debate is far from over. Many travelers believe that whether it is Zhongdian or Daocheng, they lack it. They believe that Bingzhongluo, located in the deep watershed in the Nujiang River in southern Yunnan, is the real owner of the name, because there are not only the snow-capped mountains, canyons and temples that Zhongdian Daocheng is proud of, but also churches and many believers that are difficult to see, and these are probably more in line with the image of the paradise of those Westerners at the time.

Perhaps, everyone has his own Shangri-La in their hearts...

In the evening, the small town of Bingzhongluo was immersed in the sunset, and it was peaceful.

A woman in pink sportswear is running in the sunset. The young woman has always maintained a habit of running in the morning and evening every day.

The two most famous mountains in Bingzhongluo, Biluo Mountain and Gongdang Mountain. Biluo Mountain is quite a distance from Bingzhongluo Town. It belongs to the Nushan Mountains with Prince Snow Mountain and the more famous Meili Snow Mountain. It is also the watershed between Nujiang and Lancang Rivers. Biluo Mountain is the end station for women to run morning. Gongdang Mountain is relatively close and is the end station for women to run evening.

The young woman, whose body was dyed with a layer of rays of glow, ran back in sweat. Twenty minutes later, she arrived at a small hill surrounded by mountains and rivers, opposite the rolling Nujiang River.

Along the hill, a man with his right leg broken with his knees stood in front of an inconspicuous grave with a dark and huge iron rod.

After more than four years of storm, the tombstone has changed from a blue-brown color that has been lit to white. The one-legged man did not speak and silently pulled out a few weeds on the grave. The grave is very clean and it can be seen that people often take care of it. It is very conspicuous in this generation of graves full of weeds. Just like when the owner of the tomb is alive, no matter where he is, he is the most dazzling red star.

The tombstone is engraved with the name of the tomb owner - Tang Youyang.

"Uncle Zhang." The young woman in pink sportswear whispered.

“It’s time to go back.”

"Yes." The one-legged man with half-white hair turned around and saw the girl who was running back late and said softly.

The two of them got off the hill and walked for more than ten minutes, and stopped in a green tiled house.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll go cook." The young woman walked towards the inner kitchen.

The one-legged man was lying under the old willow tree with unknown rings at the door of the tile house to enjoy the cool air. He lay on a chair and drank his own brewed corn wine with his own woven wooden fan. He was immersed in his spiritual world, with a distant and calm artistic conception.

"Uncle Zhang, it's time to eat." The young woman brought potatoes and pumpkin soup to the stone table under the old willow tree.

After hearing this, the one-legged man's face had long been wrinkled and the traces carved by time opened up at this moment. Looking at the child, his eyes flashed like a blade, but it was difficult to detect.

The whole process of eating was speechless. The one-legged man still drank half a gourd-made corn wine like every day. The residents of Bingzhongluo Town are fond of drinking, especially corn wine. The wine is strong enough, usually over 50 degrees Celsius, and it is quite satisfying to drink. When walking in Bingzhongluo Town at night, you often meet locals drunk on the streets.

The one-legged man lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds and blew for a while, and then he slowly said: "Xiao An, what's the situation in Dehong now? Fang Laojiu is not a good person. He has been a local snake in Dehong for more than 20 years and has firmly grasped the jade business in Myanmar. It is a difficult character to deal with."

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I have already grabbed his braid, he can't make it up in the short term." A hint of brightness flashed across the young woman's beautiful eyes. "I can take Baoshan in a month. With Baoshan's power, I can uproot Fang Laojiu."

"Don't worry, uncle." The one-legged man smiled, and a sharpness suddenly appeared in Pinghe's eyes: "I lost one leg in the Yangtze River Delta. I lost my wife four years ago. The Su family, He family, the Zhang family will slowly calculate the accounts with them."

"Xiao An, in the past year, the forces of all parties have been surging according to the tide. You must stick to the agreement between us, otherwise, not only will you not be able to avenge your revenge, but we will even fall into danger." The one-legged man said in a deep voice: "You cannot be soft-hearted."

"I know." The young woman nodded.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

"You see uncle, uncle is already very happy." The one-legged man said softly.

Yu Xiaoan didn't know what kind of storm this one-legged man who lived like a sperm had experienced in the Yangtze River Delta. She knew nothing about this man's past, and the one-legged man didn't seem to want to tell her.

But she could feel the hidden edge of this man.

He is worthy of being the man who stunned the Yangtze River Delta twenty years ago!

After Yu Xiaoan left the yard, the one-legged man's eyes were so terrifying that they were terrifying. He took a sip of his home-brewed corn wine, stood up and hummed the Peking Opera.

"Meng Da followed my secret order and went to Xiabian Pass to transfer Ma Chao. He went to the old general Yan Yan. He went to Langzhong, Baxi to replace Yide and Wei Yan, and came to Hanzhong together..."

Peking Opera - Yangping Pass!

Majestic momentum!

All older people in the Yangtze River Delta know that the men of the Zhang family are ambitious!

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Queensland, entrepreneurial park.

At night.

By the way, living with beautiful women is something that all men dream of, not to mention that this beautiful woman is also a top student at the University of Pennsylvania in the United States. She has a look, figure, education, family background, and a standard white and rich beauty.

Zhang Moqian, a typical loser, is a loser who shoulders heavy responsibilities and accidentally sings "Who has no death in life since ancient times." Logically speaking, how many men who live with a white and rich beauty can live by relying on a five-finger girl and a love film in the island country?

Unfortunately, Zhang Moqian is not happy at all!

In the house of one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, our 36D sister naturally occupied the only bedroom. Looking at Zhang Moqian who was trembling in the living room, Jiang Yaoxian was very compassionate and gave Xiao Moqian a pillow and a quilt.

"Mo Qian, cover the quilt tonight! Don't get frozen, otherwise my sister will feel distressed!" After saying that, Jiang Yaojing, wearing a bath towel, showed a fascinating smile at the door of the bedroom.

"Good night!"

"Bang!"

The bedroom door was locked.

Obviously, the owner of this room has been changed. Zhang Moqian has become a "guest".

A good move to turn the tables!

Zhang Moqian looked at the closed bedroom door and cursed in his heart: Jiang Jiaomei, don’t think I am a vegetarian. If you make me angry, just press you on the bed and serve me!

"Hey, don't scold my sister behind your back!"

“…”

Is this woman good at reading minds?

Zhang Moqian, who was sleeping on the sofa at home for the first time, couldn't fall asleep. When he was bored, he opened his wallet and stared blankly at the photo clipped inside.

This is a photo of him and a woman. The woman in the photo is very beautiful, with a fairy-like face, lying affectionately on his shoulder and biting his ears.

Zhang Moqian took out the photo and rubbed it gently, and said to himself: "Zhang Moqian, she is not your food, you should give it up, forget it!"

Save? Can you really give up as you say?

Sometimes we say that time is a domineering poison, which may make people who have been unforgettable even if they are unforgettable. But what we have to admit is that even if they are dispensable, they will never forget it. Just like a cup of tea, water after a thousand times, although it is tasteless, it still has the fragrance of tea; like a piece of kneaded white paper, even if it is laid flat, it still has creases.

What's more, a woman I love deeply? It's just two words to say forgetting. But how easy is it?

When can he really forget Yu Xiaoan? Maybe heaven knows it, but you don’t know it, I don’t know it.

Zhang Moqian stood up suddenly!

"Bang!"

I walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The moon was very bright that night, breaking through the dark clouds, dispelling the darkness, and illuminating the entire Queensland city.
Chapter completed!