Degree, Guiyang, Zunyi, we would walk in accordance with the direction of the high-speed National Highway. Peng this time raised his head to look at the bleak sky of gray Yaya, a bit worried: tight-fitting clothes, again the car's air conditioning, open, Afraid of him under the snow. what they say, a small hexagonal falls on the front window of the car, turned into a drop of light drops, which was then blown away.
Them to leave a Mengla already of 5 hours, Jinghong after Simao,NHL Caps, the highway had no way to make a U-turn only straight ahead, the next exit of the highway according to the share of the country on the map in Yuxi had.
Slowly open it. Slow down even an accident! on it. After half an hour, they did not see the gas station, and actually see an exit.
In fact, the highway has begun to gradually shut down, it is now only allowed to allowed to enter. Out of the toll stations, eight two gold long sigh: come out. Only this one down from the highway, desolate enough. Peng standing on the roof looked down around twenty miles with personal home, last helpless to jump to get in the car: to open the way, no one around the village. Can down the road so open, and when the head? This three in the afternoon, eight two gold must be car headlights open in the light of the lamp post, a piece of wheat-sized snowflakes fall have car passing with the wind played winch up.
No pit is in front of a huge stone block road.
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