Everest

At around 6900:150 in the afternoon, the team arrived at the North Col campsite. The altitude showed 60 meters, and they were less than [-] meters away from their goal. Everyone hunched over their bodies and tried their best to stay on the snow with a slope of more than [-] degrees. Balanced, crampons and ice boots carved deep into the snow, lifelines wrapped around them, everyone was exhausted and most importantly, they were starving for oxygen.

In the end, Pei Lei turned around and walked down first, followed by Yong Ke. Lin Sheng stayed at the end of the line because of altitude sickness. Seeing Pei Lei's movements, he also turned around and prepared to go down. Because he helped Lin Sheng, he temporarily took over as the photographer. Geng Aiqing, who was in the post, looked deeply at the end of the snowy slope, took out the camera covered in his arms, and took a few pictures towards the end, indistinctly capturing some figures standing on it and tent silhouettes.

"Let's go." Shen Biwen's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't know if it was the sequelae caused by climbing such a high place after recovering from illness.

Geng Aiqing glanced at him, nodded to indicate that he understood, then put the camera back into his arms, and slowly retreated down the mountain following the pace of his teammates. Shen Biwen was always very close to him, most of the time He was behind him, but Geng Aiqing knew that there was almost no distance between them, and this feeling made him feel relieved for no reason.

The heavy snow brought great difficulty to their descent. Obviously, the heavy snow last night was not a special benefit for the forward camp. Geng Aiqing leaned on the rope to tighten his body and walked down bit by bit. Fortunately, they didn't walk too far on this huge snow slope, so after sweating a little, they returned to a flat ground safely.

Luosang was a little silent standing beside them, Geng Aiqing couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

When Shen Biwen came down behind Geng Aiqing, Luosang frowned and walked beside him, and said something in a low voice. After hearing this, Shen Biwen's expression became serious, but he quickly adjusted himself, as if not Too much wanting to have too many conversations, Luosang closed his mouth worriedly.

Before leaving, Geng Aiqing glanced back. The huge and long snow slope leading to the North Col camp was still lying in front of them, and the marks left by them when they climbed up were almost invisible, all covered by the pure white snow. , he knew that it only needed a little snow, and it was still as mysterious and holy as if no one had ever been here.

Geng Aiqing couldn't help shivering.

On the way down, no one spoke anymore, whether it was to conserve energy or because he felt how small he was to this snow-capped mountain. Logically speaking, this kind of philosophical question would not have appeared in his mind, but at this moment, Geng Aiqing couldn't help but began to imagine the answer to such a question.

For this snow-capped mountain, these climbers are probably just a speck of dust in thousands of years.

After returning to the advanced camp, it was already dark, and the tents in the camp were all lit with lights. There were not many climbers wandering outside. Everyone said goodbye to each other and went back to their tents. He forgot that he was already homeless, and stood in the position of his tent yesterday, and he came back to his senses a little stiffly.

That's right, he's going to have a squeeze with Shen Biwen tonight, come on.

Thinking of him subconsciously glanced aside, Shen Biwen was standing in front of his tent looking at him, met his gaze and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Don't you want to sleep... Geng Aiqing thought desperately, what does sleeping mean?

"Sleep." Geng Aiqing replied vaguely, trying to ignore Shen Biwen's gaze, gritted his teeth and got into the tent.

The tent became a little crowded because of his extra luggage, Geng Aiqing had no choice but to sit down on the sleeping bag as a cushion, and then Shen Biwen got in, Geng Aiqing subconsciously coughed, Shen Biwen glanced at him .

"..." Geng Aiqing felt that the air was about to boil with embarrassment.

"Eat something?" Shen Biwen took out a bag of beef jerky from his backpack and threw it to him, then took out two cans.

"I have..." Before Geng Aiqing finished speaking, Geng Aiqing finished opening the cans, and the fragrant smell of meat immediately filled the whole tent. Geng Aiqing silently swallowed what he wanted to say, feeling disgusted Not enough cooed a few times.

Shen Biwen got some hot water and poured it into a can, and handed it to him. Geng Aiqing sighed in his heart. The food here is really bad. He was not used to it when he first came, but After so many days, he has finally developed a stomach that can be worked out. Faced with this kind of dinner that seems to have no appetite, Geng Aiqing's only thought is to fill his stomach!

It's really rough.

"Is it enough?" Shen Biwen asked.

Geng Aiqing tore a piece of beef jerky and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling: "Adding this is enough."

Shen Biwen didn't speak anymore, only the sound of chewing and slight breathing remained in the tent, the feeling of fullness made the awkward atmosphere between the two dissipate a lot, at least Geng Aiqing's body was no longer tense, after eating He relaxed and stretched and lay on the sleeping bag with his eyes closed, enjoying the rare comfort.

It's a pity that this kind of comfort completely disappeared after half an hour.

Geng Aiqing has been trembling uncontrollably since he got into the sleeping bag. He could smell the unique plastic smell on the sleeping bag and felt that something was wrong. When he closed his eyes, his mind automatically played what happened last night in a loop. He couldn't help it. I questioned myself in my heart, why did I still sleep with Shen Biwen?Why do you want to do this death?

"Can't sleep?" Shen Biwen asked in a low voice.

Geng Aiqing opened his eyes as soon as he heard the voice, and met Shen Biwen's slightly smiling eyes, and looked aside in embarrassment: "Uh... It's okay, I fell asleep right away."

"Ok."

What a fart!Geng Aiqing didn't know what to say, so he could only turn over cautiously, thinking that what he couldn't see was clear, Shen Biwen opened the other side of the sleeping bag and got in, there was probably no problem, Geng Aiqing still breathed a sigh of relief After finishing, Shen Biwen moved too much and pushed his knee straight to Geng Aiqing's ass.

"I'm sorry." Shen Biwen retracted his knee and apologized apologetically.

Geng Aiqing, whose body was half stiff, said, "...it's fine."

What a mistake!Geng Aiqing scolded herself crazily in her heart, what was she thinking, face to face might still have room for resistance, wouldn't this face to face mean handing over one's ass to others?Thinking of the touch of Shen Biwen's push just now... Geng Aiqing silently turned over again.

"I'm sorry." Shen Biwen said suddenly.

Geng Aiqing closed his eyes and wanted to pretend he couldn't hear it, but it's not a big deal to be pushed on the ass, everyone is a man, and the ass doesn't matter, if he is really angry about it, wouldn't he look very motherly!

"It's okay." Geng Aiqing coughed with her eyes closed, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, just be more careful next time."

Shen Biwen paused for a while, then said again: "I mean what happened last night."

"........." Geng Aiqing finally opened his eyes, and there was a resentment in his eyes that he didn't realize, so just take it as the past, can't you?Why must it be brought up...

"If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me directly." Shen Biwen looked at him quietly, "You can go and sleep with Lin Sheng."

Thinking of the red underpants on Lin Sheng's sleeping bag, Geng Aiqing coughed wisely and didn't answer, not to mention that he wasn't uncomfortable, the point was that he was so comfortable! ! !

It was really broken, Geng Aiqing didn't dare to look at Shen Biwen at all, just feeling the body radiating heat beside him, he couldn't help but keep thinking about it, he was too obsessed with something last night, and he didn't He noticed Shen Biwen's expression, and now, he was imagining Shen Biwen's movements and Shen Biwen's expression almost every second. He never knew that his imagination was so rich!

"Let me help you talk to Lin Sheng." Shen Biwen moved, as if he was going to lift his sleeping bag and sit up.

Geng Aiqing grabbed his arm and muttered: "Forget it, maybe they are asleep, so what if I wake them up in the past!"

Shen Biwen looked at the arm held by Geng Aiqing in the dark, and slowly lay back: "It's too early, he should not be asleep yet."

"........."

"Why do you tell people that I'm afraid you're gay so you want to change rooms! Can you keep a low profile!" Geng Aiqing pulled his hand back a little annoyed, "Sleep!"

"Aren't you afraid?" Shen Biwen asked seriously.

What the hell kind of question is this... Geng Aiqing refused to answer.

Fortunately, Shen Biwen did not continue to ask, but changed the question: "Do you want to listen to music?"

"Listening to music?" Geng Aiqing asked strangely, "Your phone still works?"

"mp3." Shen Biwen said softly, and then he seemed to be searching for something. After a while, a small blue screen lit up on his side.

Then Geng Aiqing received a headset.

"Fuck, it's so high-end!" Geng Aiqing stuffed the earphones into his ears, and looked at the small blue screen in surprise, "There are still people using this now? And it's still working in such a cold place?"

Shen Biwen was amused by him, and shook the MP3 screen at him.

"What song is there?" Geng Aiqing moved over curiously. For this kind of technological product from a long time ago, he was completely in a state of having never used it. After all, they are all mobile phones now, who would buy such a special one Little things listen to music.

Shen Biwen moved the screen towards him: "There are no songs, it's all pure music."

"Piano?" Geng Aiqing raised his eyebrows.

Shen Biwen didn't speak, just found a song and pressed the play button.

The deep and elegant sound of the piano slowly flowed into Geng Aiqing's ears, and he looked at Shen Biwen in surprise.

"It's the cello." Shen Biwen smiled slightly in the dark.