Tsinghua University

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan rowed bamboo rafts back along the same road. They had lunch and went to the room to pack the things they were going to bring in the afternoon.Sketchpad easel, some pencils, folding bucket, gouache, paint box...  Jiang Huaiyang sat by the bed and gnawed on an apple. The apple was crisp and made a crackling sound when he chewed it.

He looked at Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan: "What are you two busy with? There is no class in the afternoon."

The two of them didn't intend to hide it from Jiang Huaiyang: "Let's go out to paint and climb mountains in the afternoon."

When Jiang Huaiyang heard this, he put down the apple in his hand as if awakened, and took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "You two, take me one, I want to learn too."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan said, "We're going a little far away. We'll do it secretly. Don't let the teacher know."

Jiang Huaiyang looked slightly excited. He obviously regarded this event as a novel adventure: "I won't say anything, brothers, don't worry...! By the way, where are we going?"

"Go and see the train." Shen Tinglan smiled.

"Where is the train?" Jiang Huaiyang scratched his head.

Jiang Fusheng briefly described how they met the "Sunset Red Senior Photography Group": "Leave at [-] o'clock this afternoon."

"I also pack my things." Jiang Huaiyang took another bite of the apple and checked his drawing tools.When they were ready, they put their painting bags on their backs, picked up the paint box in one hand, and walked downstairs lightly.

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way, and I didn't meet the studio teacher. Several uncles of the "Sunset Red Elderly Photography Group" opened the door and walked from the room to the corridor.They wore uniform red half-sleeved shirts with a line of yellow characters printed on the back: "Sunset Red Photography".

The uncles are strong and energetic, and they all travel lightly. Except for cameras, water bottles and hats, they don’t bring other things.They recognized Shen Tinglan and Jiang Fusheng not far away, and kindly reminded: "Are you going to see the Jingyuan Railway together? You have too many things on your back, and it won't be easy to climb the mountain in a while."

"It's okay, sir." Jiang Fusheng patted his chest and gave a thumbs up with his right hand, "We can do it."

"Just say yes." The uncle waved his hand, "The road to that side is relatively long, so don't run around on the road."

The three nodded, followed the photography group obediently, and left the gate of the farmhouse.Today's sun is big, summer seems to be revived, the temperature has risen by ten degrees, and halfway through, the back is wet with sweat.

A group of people walked for about four to ten minutes under the huge sun before reaching the foot of the mountain.The mountain is not very high, and you can see the top when you look up a little.It has sparse vegetation, and most of the gray and white mountains are bare.

Several old people had already seen the route before, and after a short rest, they started from the relatively flat "mountain road" and walked slowly upwards.

The three people in the studio felt that it was not too strenuous to climb at the beginning, but the pressure of the painting bags on their backs would hurt their shoulders.Further up, the road becomes steeper with the mountain, and its width suddenly narrows, allowing only one person to pass.

Shen Tinglan held on to the rock on the left, and moved carefully.On the right side of his body is a large slope with an almost 90° slope. There are low bushes growing on the slope, which is like a dark green carpet, extending to nowhere.

He was a little scared, and looked back after only one glance.Unexpectedly, walking forward again, a rock abruptly cut off the road.It wasn't the first time for the old people to come here, and they stretched out their hands to hold a protruding stone without any surprise, stepped on the rock with both feet, and climbed up to the rock quite nimbly.

Shen Tinglan followed closely behind the old people. He put down the paint box and painted gourds in the same way.Only then did he stretch out his hands, the weight of the painting bag on his shoulders seemed to have increased a lot at this moment, and his arms were slightly numb from the pressure.He really didn't want to hold everyone back, so he endured some discomfort and pulled himself up to climb up.

Shen Tinglan breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up again, and turned to pull Jiang Huaiyang.After Jiang Huaiyang came up, he raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, and tore off the neckline: "Our painting bag is a bit heavy."

Jiang Fusheng handed the paint boxes of the three people to Shen Tinglan and Jiang Huaiyang in turn, and jumped to the rocks.

Before they had rested enough, an old man urged: "The train will be back at four o'clock. We need to go faster, or we will miss it."

"Master." Jiang Xu asked, "Going forward, are there still many places to climb like this?"

"Many, there's no way to go further, and we have to climb by ourselves." The old man looked at the painting bags behind them again, "You guys, you'd better put down the things on your back, otherwise it's really hard to walk. No one will come, even if you put it here, you can’t lose it.”

After all, he is the guy who will eat in the future, so the three of them are a little worried about leaving them hastily in the wilderness.Besides, they are here to paint this time, so if there is any painting that hasn't been painted yet, throw away the tools first.

"Master, we are here to paint." Jiang Huaiyang explained, "Without pens and paints, we can't paint, can we?"

"You can take a picture, and then just draw the picture." A person answered, "Otherwise, you really won't be able to go up, and you will be too tired to stand up halfway up the mountain."

The author has something to say: I am too sleepy, I will write more tomorrow