I don’t know what “nest” means. I feel that maybe I heard it wrong, maybe it was “trough” or other words. But it started raining at this time, and people came and went in the pickup office. We didn’t want to stay for a long time, so we didn’t ask in detail, so we flipped the things onto the truck and drove into Chengdu in the drizzle.

The small truck was smaller than my gold cup, with wheels that were only bigger than the basin, and it was floating straight when driving. The small flower path asked me to hold on and walk in the city. The mud road in the back section of the mountain changed to the yellow sand truck because the road there was not easy to walk. I thought to myself that I was doing this business, no matter how glamorous it was at the market, I had to be like a thief when I got to the ground. This business seemed to be playing a seesaw in the midst of the chaos and humility. Did everyone think so?

Chengdu is a very good city. When I was in college, my classmates came from here. When talking about Sichuan beauties and snacks, we drooled. The most important word to describe here is "comfort", but this time I probably have no time to enjoy it.

The truck took us into an alley in the south city. When you cross a street, you can see the front of Sichuan University. It is full of yellowish cement houses. The outside seems to have undergone the renovation of the old city. It is decorated in several places, making this ancient thing seem to be possible. However, it is inherently deficient to see whether the old house or the old house is carefully. At the end of the alley, a small guesthouse was opened. There is no sign in the guesthouse. There is only a simple plastic light box with two red words "accommodation", which is simply placed at the door.

We stopped the car and went in and bypassed the simple front desk. If that thing had to be called the front desk, we suddenly realized that there was a very exquisite European decoration in the corridor. The floor was all solid wood, and oil paintings were hung on both sides of the corridor. Xiaohua told me that this was their crossing in Chengdu. This guesthouse was not operated externally. If you ask, there were no rooms at all times. The sign was just a cover, and there were guys from all over the south and north.

We each entered our room, took a shower and relaxed. A local Sichuan Tangkou guy took us to eat Korean buns and visited several old streets. We had a butter hot pot for lunch at night. I know that I also ate hot pot for lunch at night, and I almost didn’t faint.

This is a typical browsing experience. I appreciate the local characteristics as fast as possible. Speaking of which, I am a guest and Xiaohua is the owner, so I habitually took me around. Early the next morning, we left Chengdu and boarded the expressway. We had nothing to say all the way. During this period, I had liked this kind of long journey, and Xiaohua didn't deliberately chat with me or something, but I didn't know that I didn't feel strange or embarrassed. Maybe it was because my background was too similar, and I seemed to see the other side of me in him.

In this way, we each stared out the window, or closed our eyes and slept, looking at the mountains, clouds, and the sky. The scenery slowly changed, the mountains were getting higher and higher, and the road became more and more difficult to narrow. Every time we woke up, we found that the surrounding mountains were getting more and more. That night, we went down and replaced the yellow sand truck with better off-road performance and officially entered the mountain road. We drove for another night in the dark.

Finally, the next morning, I woke up from the bumps and got out of the car to get some air. At first glance, I saw the legendary four continuous snow-capped mountains.

"Sigu Niangshan." said the driver: "The Alps in the East."

I stood on the edge of the mountain road, and took another step to the abyss. The view in front was extremely good. I looked at the green mountain in front, and after that, the pure white and majestic huge snow-capped mountains. The dark green and snow-white have never been so harmonious. Perhaps only nature can draw such a different but matched scenery. Everything is shrouded in clouds and mist, making people tremble.

However, this beauty does not have a sense of domineeringness, but it feels very soft and mysterious. Sigu Niangshan, you stand alone there, what are you thinking?

I couldn't help but feel strange about the sudden lyricism that came to me. I had been to many beautiful places with Fatty before, but when I first felt it, I was always fucked by Fatty's witty words. It was rare to separate from him this time, and it felt so different.

The last section of the road was to rely on motorcycles. We asked a few locals to drive motorcycles, talked about money and moved all the things out of the car. We arrived at a village closest to the highway. We found in the village whether there were any remaining laborers who went out to work. We hired three or four people, pretending to be photographers, and asked them to help with some moving and lifting. We also booked a few motorcycles and transported everyone to another village in the mountains.

When Huo Xiangu came here, it was really a deep mountain forest. It is much better now than it was. Although he had experienced a lot of trouble, he finally entered the cliff they mentioned before on the third day of arriving in Sichuan. It was only half a day away from the nearest town. At this time, Fatty and Mon Oil Bottle should still be on the way to the mountains.

This feeling is very similar to that in Banai, which made me feel a little calmer. We used mules to carry all our equipment close to our body and walked along the cliff. Soon, we found caves on the cliff, one after another, and some places were so dense that they were deadly. "Some holes were covered by those trees, but there were actually more holes on it." The locals told us that the mountain walls full of caves were everywhere on the surrounding mountains.

I asked Xiaohua how it was? Do you know which cave they found the silk book? Xiaohua shook her head, "The old lady didn't come up by herself, and after so many years, even if there were marks left back then, I'm afraid it would be gone. I only know that it should be in the middle and the location is very high, so we have to look for it." As she said that, Xiaohua began to ask others to untie the equipment, and then began to depict the entire cliff and number all the caves that could be seen.

"Looking for it?" I looked up at the cliff and felt a little dizzy. I thought to myself, how can I find it? How can I eat and eat and drink it all day long. Moreover, I suddenly felt that these holes are so familiar, so many, how do I look like the meteorite full of holes in Queen Mother of the West?
Chapter completed!