Chapter 5572: That goes without saying

This trip to Yunnan with the Deputy Mayor, with whom he had a deep friendship for several years, was one of the most memorable trips in Zhao Desan's life. In his memory, the most profound long-distance trip was the one with Lan Mei, the director of the Planning Division of the Provincial Construction Commission. That time in Sanya, Hainan, the two of them visited all the attractions in Sanya and had crazy, passionate sex every day. He would never forget those memories for the rest of his life.

During the two-hour flight, perhaps because of the great psychological pressure Wu Min was under due to her divorce, she asked the flight attendant for a blanket after boarding, closed her eyes, and began to rest. Zhao Desan, however, was actually very afraid of flying. He always felt that it was extremely unreliable for one or two hundred people to be sitting in such a behemoth flying at an altitude of several thousand meters. That feeling was just like the feeling of being an official—a sense of walking on thin ice and feeling uneasy. He couldn't use his phone, and Sister Wu was resting, so Zhao Desan was really bored with nothing to do, and just kept staring at the flight attendant walking back and forth in the cabin.

At first, whenever the flight attendant saw Zhao Desan's straight-forward gaze, she would smile at him, but gradually, the flight attendant in charge of the rear cabin began to avoid Zhao Desan's fiery gaze. Of course, Zhao Desan wasn't looking at her just because she was pretty; the women he had come into contact with over the years were not inferior to this flight attendant in terms of looks. He just liked the professional uniform the flight attendant was wearing, and in his mind, he fantasized about how exciting it would be if Sister Wu beside him were wearing a flight attendant's uniform and doing that with him. Men, after all, have a uniform fetish.

After arriving at their destination, the two bought a travel guide and chose Cangshan as their first stop. The two went to visit Cangshan in the afternoon. Due to the fatigue of the journey, after returning from Cangshan, the two took a nap and rested a little. Then they went to stroll on the streets of Dali. In this strange city thousands of kilometers away, no one had to worry about each other's identity. Anyway, there were no acquaintances here. Wherever Wu Min went, she held Zhao Desan's arm, and the two were as intimate as a couple. It was a tourist destination, after all; the streets were full of tourist supplies, souvenirs, and so-called specialties. These things couldn't be taken away, so for Zhao Desan, he had tasted the food and seen the sights, and that was about it. But Wu Min's face was filled with a happy expression. Zhao Desan was most fond of the cucurbit flutes sold in the small shops on the street because he liked the song "Cinderella" by a rock star who was very popular in the 90s. The prelude to that song was accompanied by a cucurbit flute, so he spent 200 yuan to buy a cucurbit flute and a music score, and played "Cinderella" for Sister on the spot. Wu Min was fascinated and admired him, saying with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so talented."

"That goes without saying," Zhao Desan said triumphantly.

They strolled on the street until the sun went down. In the evening, the two tasted local specialty dishes on the street. In Zhao Desan's opinion, they were not delicious. As far as the places he had been to, he felt that Yunnan's food was the most tasteless, light and bland, but it must be the healthiest food. For example, what he couldn't accept was that green vegetables were boiled in water and eaten directly. Perhaps it was because of this reason that the skin of the girls of these ethnic minorities was so delicate.

After dinner, the two returned to the inn to wash up. Naturally, a battle of clouds and rain unfolded. After the fierce battle, Wu Min lay in Zhao Desan's arms, listening to the melodious music of the ethnic minorities coming from downstairs outside the inn. In this environment away from the world, she felt that her body and mind had never been so relaxed, and she said gently: "Desan, Sister feels very happy now. If only I could live with you in such an environment forever."

"Hehe, I'm also very happy," Zhao Desan said, hugging her. He hadn't been out to relax for a long time. Having been in that special environment full of disputes for years, he was really a bit tired. Being able to travel with his beloved woman occasionally to relax was also quite leisurely.

The next morning, the two got up after six o'clock. After eating at the inn, they caught the long-distance bus to Lijiang at 7:30. They left the ancient city of Dali in the morning glow. On the bus, the attendant said the journey would take more than three hours. Although it was tiring to sit in the car, looking at the beautiful scenery along the way and having such a beautiful Deputy Mayor sitting beside him, how could Zhao Desan feel tired? The car gradually drove away from Dali, driving along the Cangshan mountain range. In the morning mist, the dark green mountains looked more majestic and mysterious. The two looked at the majestic scenery of Cangshan in unison, and then smiled knowingly. Under the morning sun, Erhai Lake was like a calm mirror, reflecting dazzling golden light. When the two reluctantly threw their last glance at Cangshan and the beautiful Erhai Lake,

*The Mystery of Xiawu Village*

The car turned the corner and turned the page on the ancient city of Dali.

After trying Cangshan, the car drove to another mountain range. The scenery outside the window gradually became desolate. During the period, they passed a bridge. I don't know what its name was. The bridge was thin and majestic, supported by several pillars high above the deep valley. I heard from the attendant that it was the same as the bridge that was blown up in the Yugoslav film "The Bridge". Regardless of whether it was for tourism promotion or something else, Zhao Desan felt that the bridge was quite majestic.

Not long after, the car passed a military training ground. It should be a tank training base, but Zhao Desan didn't see any advanced gadgets, because he saw that the tanks placed in the training ground were all the old Type 69s. The red soil on the hillside was crushed by the tanks as if it were plowed land, full of pits and bumps.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Min saw Zhao Desan staring at the military training ground outside the window, so she turned her head and asked with a smile.

"See that? That's the Type 69," Zhao Desan turned back and said.

Women are naturally uninterested in military knowledge. In her cognition, "Type 69" is a term that makes people blush and heartbeat. She thought Zhao Desan was deliberately teasing her, so she pinched his thigh lightly and said coquettishly: "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Desan felt a little pain and said "Ouch" in a low voice, and said a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"What did you just say?" Wu Min looked at him ambiguously and asked.

"Type 69," Zhao Desan said puzzledly, and then suddenly realized, and then laughed and said: "Sister Wu, you wouldn't be thinking crookedly, would you? I'm talking about those tanks, haha..."

"Bad guy!" Wu Min realized that she was thinking crookedly, and suddenly her face was flushed with shame. She gave him a punch coquettishly, and was grabbed by the wrist by Zhao Desan. With a light pull, Wu Min leaned into Zhao Desan's arms. Being able to experience such a trip with her beloved little man made her originally dull mood much better.

Zhao Desan's hand circled her fleshy waist, used her trench coat as a cover, went around to her chest, and gently stroked her towering and soft-but-tough beauty. Wu Min was afraid of being seen by other tourists in the same car, and dared not make a sound, so she could only let Zhao Desan's hand hide in her coat and act recklessly on her chest, but that feeling was extremely exciting.