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Chapter 91: Tracing the Secret Realm

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    Her shout became farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and was intercepted and suppressed by a series of waterfalls at the end of the valley.

    "Where is the waterfall?"

    "Go forward, row fast!"

    As soon as the boat turned around the mountain in front of us, we immediately heard a loud rumbling noise.

    Fall!  It's waterfalls!

    Yang Yue's eyes widened, and the light shot out from the thick black eyes, like a lamp burning in the darkness.

    The waterfalls are like snow, salt, fog, and more like rain curtains made of countless tiny pearls, hanging one by one on the high cliffs in the distance.

    The deafening roar deprives all other sounds in the world.  Here, people have to regret their insignificance and mediocrity.

    Unknowingly, it was past noon, and the sun had moved a lot to the west, and it would set in a few hours.  We had to leave and go back the way we had come.

    "Jun, I'm a little hungry." Yang Yue said lightly, she sat slumped in the stern of the boat, looking very tired.

    There was no food in the boat, so I looked at both sides of the river.  At this time, the taro should be quite big, but there are only corn stalks standing on both sides of the bank, the corn husks are still green, and only a few red tassels have dried up.  Should not be small.

    "Let's roast some corn and eat it." When we got close to the steep bank, I jumped out of the boat and went into the cornfield.

    Groups of large and small, green and red grasshoppers "coaxed" and flew elsewhere like a gust of wind.  Walking through the dense corn forest is the most painful thing. The wide and hard corn leaves are like a sharp saw, piercing the face, making a few cuts, stabbing the arm, cutting a few lines, stabbing the ground  The itching was unbearable.

    I broke off a few big corn cobs and threw them on the boat. I was afraid that people would find out, and I was afraid of being scolded and embarrassed, so I rowed the boat to find a wider valley slope, set up a fire, and roasted the corn.  Soon the corn is roasted, and the black corn cobs can emit a sweet fragrance.

    "Yue, what does your master do? How did old man Liu know your master?"

    "Call me sister! How many times have I told you, I'm with you!"

    "Oh, you are older than me, you little girl, why do you call your sister."

    "I'm just older than you."

    "How old are you?"

    "Girls' age is not easy to reveal."

    "Oh, may I ask how old Miss is?" I stood up and asked with a bow.

    Yang Yue laughed with a "puchi", and then covered her mouth with her hand holding the corn cob.

    "My lady is 16, anyway, she is older than you."

    "Oh, 16, young girl."

    "Get lost, I won't talk to you anymore."

    "Ignore it, ignore it, whoever will bother you, I will throw you in the wilderness." As I said, I pretended to be leaving.

    "How dare you!" She clenched her fists and was about to hit.

    "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands." I quickly stood up again.

    "Hmph, I will forgive you this time."

    "Yue, you"

    "Call me sister" She widened her eyes, staring at me purely and persistently.

    "Okay, okay Miss Yue."

    Yang Yue was amused again, her eyes became two black crescent moons again because of her long eyelashes.

    "I'll tell you." She said solemnly, straightened her back, tilted her head, and pouted her mouth.

    "My grandfather and Grandpa Liu are comrades in arms to resist the U.S. and aid Korea. Do you understand?" Like a teacher, she gave her tone and head a heavy pause at the end.

    "Your grandfather is also from our village?"

    "My grandfather came from this village." She looked into the distance and said, her eyes seemed to have lost sight.

    "The volunteer army he joined with Grandpa Liu was what my grandpa called 'comrades lying in the same trench'. Later, Grandpa Liu came back, and my grandpa started a business in South Korea.

    "A few years ago, I established a large company. These days, I opened a multinational branch in Beijing. The headquarters is in South Korea. I heard from my grandfather that I hope North Korea will have a company in the future. I will go back to the place where he fought and give sacrifices to the victims.  Comrades go to the grave."

    I meditate in my heart: North Korea.  South Korea.  God knows where!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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