Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

After sunset, the sky darkened.Mr. Baohe wrote his diary by the light of the oil lamp.Later, when the shoji door on the outside of the lantern was opened, the room became slightly brighter, and the text could barely be read.The light from the candles will be a little brighter than the light from the oil lamps, but the price is too expensive, so it is said to be used sparingly.

At night, the young man could not fall asleep in bed.

"How can there be such a person..."

"If he grows up to be like him..."

"Your parents must be very disappointed."

The words of the villagers lingered in their ears.The young man was at a loss, but he didn't know who to talk to.Mr. Baohe was originally a good candidate, and the young man would definitely be willing to talk to him about other matters, but this matter... the hotel owner doesn't seem to be a good person to talk to.As for the villagers, haven't they done themselves bad enough?Simply, go to the other side of the mist to have a look.My relatives and friends are there, and they must be able to give good advice.It doesn't matter if you can't come back, anyway, no one will feel sorry for yourself, even Mr. Baohe should be able to find a new travel companion soon, just in time for him to bid farewell to this hateful world in front of him.

The young man quietly got out of bed, being careful not to wake up Mr. Baohe, and started towards the hot spring without lifting the lantern.

The young man walked carefully on the path among the bamboo forests, lest he fall.The dense rows of green bamboos are like the fence of a prison, trying to block him here.The smell of the hot spring became stronger and stronger, and after a while, the water mist whitened the surrounding area.The young man crossed the rocky hillside and came to the spring.

After taking off his clothes, the young man dipped his toes into the spring, and the silky touch was very pleasant.The surroundings were the same as the night before, and nothing could be seen because of the fog.The bamboo forest that should be below the line of sight, and the cliffs behind are all hidden behind the mist.The young man completely soaked his body in the spring, and all he could see in front of him was his body and a small piece of spring water.

Before I knew it, the feeling of darkness disappeared.Rather than saying that the moonlight illuminates the water mist, it is better to say that the water mist itself seems to be glowing with white light.The young man felt that he was wrapped in a kind of Tao Taoran happiness, as if he had returned to his mother's amniotic fluid.

There was a coughing sound in his ears, and the young man hurriedly turned around. As expected, a figure appeared in the distance.This must be the father!In addition, a few figures sporadically appeared in the pool.Young people are not afraid at this moment.These are people he knows, people he misses, and he wants to be close to them.

"Why are you back again?"

A familiar voice sounded.In a place far away from the youth, a figure of a woman appeared there at some unknown time.Under the cover of fog and miasma, it was impossible to see the other party's face clearly, but she was indeed there.

"I also want to go to the place where you all stay." The young man smiled, but there was a hint of crying in his voice.

"No, Zaizai can't come here yet!"

"But, I really want to see you, and I want to see the face I used to be familiar with."

"You child, you are still so skinny! Once you come here, you will never go back!"

"so what?"

The other figures seemed to be deaf to their conversation, and all remained motionless.The young man found a hunched figure among them, judging from his slow movements, it was his grandmother who passed away when he was very young; he heard the crying of a woman in the distance, ah, his My elder sister who works as a maid in a rich family always likes to sob like that.

"Zaizai, why do you want to come here?"

"Because there's nothing to be happy about here."

"You are still young, maybe there will be in the future."

"Who knows? Besides, there are other reasons too."

"what reason?"

"I'm following a gentleman now, but after this trip we're going our separate ways. Then, as the months and years go by, the gentleman will slowly begin to forget me. And I, no matter how I am afraid that even hard work can only let the memory become blurred..."

"That can't be helped! Because you are still alive. Every day, new memories will gradually increase. It must be the same in the future. You will see all kinds of things and meet all kinds of people. What you said The gentleman will have his own life..."

"But I can't bear this feeling! Mother, is there any way to make Mr. remember me forever?"

"Then let's create some unforgettable experiences during the trip...Okay, go back quickly. It's almost dawn. There are still people waiting for you."

"Is there someone waiting?"

"That person, since just now, has been looking forward to Zaizai's return soon. Could it be my daughter-in-law?"

The young man felt that his mother smiled across the face, and then the figure completely disappeared into the depths of the mist.

"Unforgettable experience...?" The young man murmured, with a strange smile on his lips.

The young man wades in the opposite direction from his mother.When I saw the edge of the spring pool, along with the rising sun, the morning breeze blew away the surrounding fog.The hot spring returned to its original size, and the figures disappeared.Below the line of sight is a wide bamboo forest, and behind it is a cliff.Next to the clothes, sat Mr. Baohe.As soon as he saw the young man, he half yawned and said, "Are you back?"

"Well, sir's journey is not over yet, how can I go one step ahead?"

Mr. Baohe shook his head noncommittally, but did not speak.

After the young man got dressed, he returned to the hotel.Mr. Baohe said he wanted to take a morning bath, so he stayed in the hot spring.Thinking of the food in the hotel, the young man decided to borrow a pot from the boss and make breakfast by himself.

After leaving the village, they continued to travel for four or five days, and the young man and Mr. Baohe arrived at the hot spring at their original destination.The young man was a little strange. At the beginning, there was only half a day's journey left to reach the destination. Even if he got lost, he had only walked for more than half a day. Why did he travel so much all of a sudden?But seeing Mr. Baohe's usual look, the young man buried his doubts in his heart.Probably a long way to go, he explained to himself.

Although the destination of the two is unknown, the scenery is beautiful and the climate is pleasant. The hillside is full of water vapor, curling up towards the sky, and the smell of sulfur is everywhere.There are also people selling bamboo baskets filled with hot spring eggs.It is foreseeable that this place will become a hot spring resort in the near future.

Mr. Baohe plans to stay here for a longer period of time and take turns to stay in several hot spring hotels.The purpose is to inspect the quality of local hotels one by one, so that the results can be written into the "Book of Travel" in the future.For those who have trouble choosing a place to stay, such a record is a dream.

They stayed in the first hotel for one night, and then stayed in the second hotel for one night. When they were about to stay in the third hotel, they heard the young man say: "Sir, from tonight onwards, please let me sleep alone. room."

"But, then you have to pay two rents."

"You can deduct it from my salary... I can't bear to be by your side anymore."

"Unbearable? Why?"

Mr. Baohe really couldn't think of any reason, but he noticed that since not long ago, the young man's attitude and behavior were a little weird: when he woke up early in the morning, the young man looked in a bad mood; he became reticent when eating; When the two stayed in the same room, he always sat far away and never met his eyes; when talking to him, he would frown and stare at him; and he stopped talking about the hundred stories before going to bed.Although I continued to collect all kinds of strange stories earnestly as before, but just as I was about to start the lecture, the young man turned his back and fell asleep.

"The reason is that you lost your hair!"

The answer was unexpected.

"I, I, have been troubled by your hair loss, and I can't stand being with you anymore!"

Mr. Baohe clutched his long hair and was very confused. He really didn't expect that his hair loss was so serious that it drove the young man crazy.Oh no, having said that, I can't bear hair loss or something, what exactly is it?

"Why don't you understand?! Your falling hair always floats towards me, it's so annoying!"

Mr Baohe listened with embarrassment to a slew of complaints about how young people were suffering from the loss of their hair.For example: When the young man returned to the room, he felt something sticking to his hands. Upon closer inspection, he found some long black hair.His own hair is not so long, so he immediately understood that it came from Mr. Baohe.He didn't care about it at first, but gradually it became more and more annoying.When the wind blows, the fallen long hair always floats towards him.When he was sleeping, his quilt was unknowingly covered.When bathing in hot springs, there is often a layer floating on the surface of the water, which sticks to his skin.Even if he took a shower, he obviously put aside the hair in the pool when he was drawing water into the bucket, but after pouring the water on his head, the ears and shoulders were still inexplicably covered with long hair, and the strands of hair stuck to his whole body. yes.This kind of thing happened again and again, and the young man finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"But it's the first time someone said that to me. Is my hair loss really that serious...The hair that harassed you really fell from my head?"

Mr. Baohe held his long hair and questioned the young man, unwilling to accept such an unbearable situation of hair loss.

"Of course it is. If it's not yours, whose would it be? Look, look at this one. That's how your lost hair floats over me."

At some point, a hair was wrapped around the young man's finger.He took it off angrily.The thin and long hair is more like a woman's than a man's.However, this is really impossible.When sleeping, the door is always closed.There are only two big men in the room, how can there be a woman's hair loss?And in the men's bath of the hot spring, will there be women's hair floating over?Instead of thinking like this, it is more reasonable to consider that it fell from the head of Mr. Baohe who also has long hair.

"Yes, yes...I see...then there's nothing I can do."

The young man gritted his molars and glared at Mr. Baohe viciously.Mr. Baohe felt that if the two of them continued to get along in the same room, the young man might have the heart to kill him with a knife.As a last resort, Mr. Baohe had no choice but to agree to him, and when he stayed in the next hotel, he arranged a room for the young man alone.

When he arrived at the hotel, Mr. Baohe was led to a single room. After unloading his luggage, he sat down and spread his feet to rest.

Is your hair loss really that serious?While combing his long hair, Mr. Baohe considered whether to cut it shorter.

After dinner, in order not to affect others, Mr. Baohe tied his hair into a bun and made sure that there were no broken hairs before going to the hot spring pool to take a bath, and by the way, asked some old people he knew about ghost stories.I don't know when, Mr. Baohe became more and more interested in recording those bizarre stories and folklore that have been spread around the world.He found that even if it is the same story, there are often subtle differences in the plot due to different regions.Mr. Baohe thought it might be possible to introduce this in "Book of Lu Zhong".