Jiang Cheng stopped and said, "Ning Jing! That's the Congo River." Ning Jing stood beside Jiang Cheng, watching the Congo River flow from afar. The water, slightly yellow but very clean, made her mood instantly improve.
"Have you been here before?" Ning Jing asked.
Jiang Cheng didn't answer her; he couldn't very well say he had been here in a previous life. Just then, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old came out from a thatched hut, saw Jiang Cheng, and was startled, followed by a burst of shouting.
Jiang Cheng spoke in Spanish: "Young man! Is Jack here?" The boy nodded, "Yes!" and then pointed to a house behind him. That house was rather unusual, built in the trees.
Jiang Cheng nodded and took out a handful of sweets from his pocket, handing them to the boy. "Share these candies with your friends."
The boy took them and happily walked away. Jiang Cheng led the group toward the wooden house.
Zhang Mengmeng asked, "Why do they build their houses in the trees?"
