Of Mountains and Rivers

The dead flowers were completely wiped out, and the migrating sound beasts and eye-eaters hadn't returned in time. At this time, the downstream area was rare and quiet.

Several people washed the blood off the mallet, adjusted his appearance, and buried him here on the spot.

The mountain guards probably think that the body is something outside the body, and their attitude towards the corpse is surprisingly free and easy. They don't pay much attention to the mausoleum and cemetery. Where can the loess not bury a person?Probably if the body of the mountain guard had the medicinal value of life and death like the gatekeeper, the club might have been taken away in another form in their grief.

Dashan is young, has a racial advantage, and has amazing resilience. When Chu Huan was still inconvenient to bend down because of the wound in his lower back, his eyes had basically recovered.

The young man who had seen the light of day cried heartily in front of the stick, then cut off a small section of his hair, pressed it with a stone, put it on the soil by the river, wiped away his tears, and said to the stick: "You From now on, she will be my own brother, your wife will be my own sister, your son will be my son, I owe your family my whole life, as long as I am alive, no one can hurt them!"

After finishing speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a series of times. He kowtowed so hard that a large area of ​​his forehead was bruised. In terms of appearance, he seemed to be really a stunned young man.

Nanshan walked over, reached out and pressed his shoulder, and said softly: "Okay, he heard it, get up."

Dashan has been the most outstanding among his peers since he was a child. He was personally selected by the elders when he was 16 years old. He and Xiaofang have been following the patriarch. The patriarch's hands are warm and hard, and they have been handed to him countless times in various dangerous situations, reviving him. Pulling it up, I never disliked him for being young and reckless.

For a moment, Da Shan felt sad, unable to control himself, like a child who had been wronged, grabbed Nan Shan's wrist, hugged Nan Shan's leg, and burst into tears.

Nanshan put his arms around his shoulders, patted his back, but couldn't help but look at Chu Huan who was a few steps away.

Chu Huan folded his hands in front of his chest, leaning against a boulder. He felt that the two trouser legs of different lengths were shabby, so he simply cut them down and changed them into a pair of shorts. Right now, there are only a few rags left on his body.

However, without the clothes, he can still look like a beast in clothes.

In fact, they didn't mention it afterwards—that day, Chu Huan's breathing and heartbeat stopped for a while.

At that time, it seemed that Yuan Ping had been yelling in Nanshan's ear, and he was just like a walking dead, doing "cardiopulmonary resuscitation" according to his instructions. Looking back afterwards, Nanshan found that he didn't remember anything at all. , At that time, my mind was completely blank.

If... Chu Huan is gone, what will he do?

Nanshan was a few steps away, staring straight at Chu Huan, thinking in a daze, even if Chu Huan was gone, he couldn't follow him, because as the patriarch of the mountain guard, he had to carry his clan's back all the time. Hope, always alive.

If there is such a day, Nanshan thinks that he will do something very extreme. He will burn Chu Huan to ashes, and take it with him when he eats and sleeps, and takes him to see him in his dream, and takes him with him. Dead bones, go find him again—a few days have passed, every time Nanshan thinks of these things, his heart is still twisted like a knife, and he can't breathe.

He stood there silently, tortured himself with thousands of arrows, and didn't notice when Dashan was picked up by Xiaofang and taken away, and when Chu Huan walked in front of him.

Chu Huan clung to his ear and said softly: "Let's watch it again, I'll collect the tickets later."

Nanshan was agitated, and the warm breath that Chu Huan deliberately blew into his ears made his three-hundred and seven-soul return in a hurry. He was full of confusion and confused, and was speechless for a while.

Chu Huan put his arms around his waist and pushed him forward lightly: "Let's go."

Several people rested at the same spot for a few more days. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. In the middle of the night beside the fire, Nanshan announced his decision after careful consideration, and he planned to end this mountain patrol ahead of schedule.

Xiaofang asked with some concern: "Aren't you going to the Forest of Steles? Patriarch, I heard from the elders that dead flowers generally don't grow on the north side of the mountain, and there must be something on the south side."

"I know," Nanshan said, "we will set off early tomorrow morning to go to the highest place on the top of the mountain. If something happens there that makes the dead flowers have to migrate, we should be able to see it from the height."

There is also the second half of the sentence, Nanshan has something in mind, but he didn't say a word in front of everyone - if he couldn't see it, then he planned to keep these people here and go down the mountain to investigate by himself.

Both Dashan and Xiaofang remained silent, because this might be the first time in the history of the mountain guards to patrol the mountain that they gave up halfway.

That night it was Yuan Ping's vigil, but except for Xiaofang, several people were not asleep at the same time.

Chu Huan was resting his eyes with his eyes closed. He felt the mountain climbing up and walked past him on tiptoe. He walked to the side of the fire, sat down squarely beside Yuan Ping, and said softly: "Brother gatekeeper, you are very powerful. Can you teach me and make me stronger too?"

Yuan Ping was not a stable person, but when he looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy in front of him, he became a little more stable without knowing it. He gently touched Dashan's forehead: "I can't do it." , when I was your age, I was still a [-] who couldn't find the north, not very good at all."

Dashan was startled for a moment, but then realized that what he was talking about was from the past, so he didn't interrupt, but just listened intently.

"It's been so many years. I've summed it up. Generally, there are two kinds of people. Those who want to become stronger are the most worried." Yuan Ping's voice seemed a little distant in the night wind, and Chu Huan opened his eyes a little, looking He said to Dashan like a teacher, "One is because of others, you want to compete with others, you want to overwhelm others; Career—little brother, what kind are you?"

Dashan replied without hesitation: "The mountain gate is becoming more and more difficult to guard. I don't want to drag others down. Besides, I promised my elder brother to take good care of his children. I need strength."

Yuan Ping looked at him and smiled: "Yes, you found the right way."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, looked over the fire, stretched his waist like a big cat, and added: "The first kind will basically find out that he is a fool at the end."

Chu Huan lay down well, feeling that he had been shot in the middle of the night when no one was pointing at him. He lazily turned over, convinced that he was not compatible with Yuan Ping.

At this time, someone got up rustlingly, stretched out his hand tentatively, first touched Chu Huan's forehead, then paused with his raised fingers, and slowly moved down, as if wanting to probe. his snort.

Chu Huan didn't open his eyes, and said softly with a nasal voice: "No fever, no death."

Nanshan seemed to be scalded, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Are you asleep?"

On one side was Xiaofang's earth-shattering snoring, on the other side, Yuan Ping used his chicken soup for the soul to make Dashan confused, and he didn't get to the point.

Chu Huan looked around in the darkness and felt that the atmosphere was just right, so he got up and sat down beside Nanshan.

He looked at his hand which was full of cracks, took off the ring Chu Aiguo gave him from his finger, spread Nanshan's palm, and put it in his palm: "This is for you."

A long time ago, Nanshan thought that someone gave this ring to Chu Huan, and secretly drank a lot of dry vinegar. After asking, he found that there was no such unnecessary person, and there were countless customs between the two that he could not fully understand. Nanshan has always been a little confused about the origin of this thing.

He carefully observed the plain circle on the wide side, the appearance was bright and simple, without any extra patterns, but the inner circle seemed to have words.Fortunately, the mountain guards can see things at night, so Nanshan fumbled around and raised the plain circle in front of his eyes: "Amusing you...to play?"

What kind of weird customs are these?

Chu Huan gave a dry laugh, and took it off just now in a moment of brain fever, and only then did he feel a little ashamed.He took the ring back and put it on Nanshan's finger.

This ring was originally made by Chu Aiguo for him, but I don't know what went wrong. It seemed that Chu Huan didn't fit it on any finger. It was either tight or easy to fall off. It fits perfectly.

... I don't know if Chu Aiguo and his old man have any foresight.

Nanshan didn't know, so he asked, "What is this?"

what is this?

The answer to this question has a long history-could it be said to Nanshan that this ring is tied with a promise to live to the age of seventy, is it his life?

It is difficult for Chu Huan to say the words "I put my life in your hands" no matter what. He found that as soon as he got to a critical place, he would have a kind of paralysis called "three legs can't make a fart" Weird symptoms, so I had to comfort myself and think: "How can this normal, decent man talk so much nonsense all day long?"

So he coughed dryly, pretending not to care, and said, "The ring is for fun... well, it's my father's relic."

Nanshan was taken aback.

Chu Huan said: "We have to take people back to see the parents. My parents are all dead. You can't see them anymore. The ring fits well... It means that Chu Aiguo has no objection to you. You can keep it, then The old man doesn't have any money, so just treat it as a gift from him."

Nanshan's hands suddenly trembled slightly.

Dashan and Xiaofang had to watch his face when the stick was dead. Nanshan knew it in his heart, so he seemed to be calm as usual on the surface, and he didn't dare to show what was going on in his heart.

He felt that he would never be able to keep Chu Huan, even if he kept him for a while now by accident, it would just keep hurting him.

There are cars and planes across the river, no monsters, and no bloodshed.

There are inexplicable people walking on the streets, and inexplicable shops line the streets. They have whatever they want to eat, and they can go wherever they want.

Chu Huan didn't owe him anything, so what could he do to keep him?

Besides, no matter what, the border of the fallen land is getting closer and closer. Nanshan once told Chu Huan that he wanted to find a chance of life in the dead land, but now, he suddenly felt that he was brazen, and the war for the gate of the mountain would only become more and more serious. Difficult and dangerous, maybe one day, just like Luge said, the mountain guards will die with the mountain.

What about Chu Huan?

In the past few days, Nanshan has not been able to fall asleep very much. He has been thinking about this matter day and night, and finally decided to let go, but at this moment, he was smashed into pieces by Chu Huan. eight petals.

Chu Huan didn't dare to speculate before, but now that the layer of paper is broken, there are many things that need not be said. He can clearly see what Nanshan is thinking.Chu Huan sighed, flattered on the one hand, and a little distressed on the other hand, so he gently pinched Nanshan's chin, and kissed him lightly with half comfort.

He had no evil thoughts at first, but when his nose and breath touched each other, and Chu Huan retreated after a touch, he felt a little bit of a taste, so he made a decisive decision and decided to temporarily forget that he was a "serious man", and then grabbed the back of Nanshan's head and reunited. up.

This time, with desire in his heart, Chu Huan skillfully pried open Nanshan's lips, patiently but involuntarily going from shallow to deep.

Nanshan had never kissed anyone like this before, let alone being kissed before. At first, he was completely at a loss, when the tip of his tongue touched, he flinched as if frightened.

Chu Huan gently kneaded the back of his neck, entangled him gently and firmly, and tried his best with all his strength, giving Nanshan a lot of lingering, and then backed away a little, and touched him lightly. With the tip of Nanshan's nose, he said with a low smile, "Close your eyes and relax."

Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was beating so fast that his chest was about to explode, his blood was flowing everywhere, and his whole body began to feel hot. He completely forgot his native language and his half-baked Chinese, and couldn't speak a single word. .

Chu Huan: "Do you want more?"

Nanshan: "I...I..."

He couldn't speak, so he had no choice but to act directly, clumsily pulling Chu Huan into his arms, imitating his actions just now, and gnawed randomly, like a cat with no rules. Chu Huan let it go for a while, and soon turned his back on him Kneeling on one knee beside Nan Shan, half pressed on Nan Shan's body, but the salty pig's hand passed through Nan Shan's hair, inspected the firm and radiant skin of more than half of his body, and lingered reluctantly around his waist, feeling as if his lower abdomen had risen A long-lost fire.

At this moment, a heavy cough suddenly came from behind, and someone shouted in displeasure: "Discipline inspection!"

It turned out that in the middle of the night, the vigil was replaced by Dashan, and Yuan Ping was just looking for a place to sleep.

Nanshan woke up like a dream, and quickly grabbed Chu Huan's hand with a flushed face.

Chu Huan: "..."

This fucking empty, lonely and cold single public nuisance, Chu Huan has never hoped that the surnamed Yuan will die and return to the holy spring so quickly.

Chu Huan: "Do you dare to be more cheap?"

Yuan Ping sat down boldly and said, "It's a big audience, do you dare to be more shameless?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Nanshan with his head, and yelled heartlessly: "Patriarch, you should also pay attention, he is a hooligan, be careful that he takes advantage of you."

Even Dashan looked back curiously, but Nanshan was really speechless.

Chu Huan picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Yuan Ping—what kind of shit friend, who wants to shake hands with this kind of person?

To deal with this bastard, words are superfluous, and the only correct way is to open the ladle.

Nanshan hurriedly cut off the stone before it hit the gatekeeper's head: "Don't..."

Yuan Ping was furious: "Fuck, you hit me in the face again, why am I more handsome than you? You little trash."

Chu Huan still decided to be different from him.

Nan Shan grabbed his waist and dragged him back: "Okay!"

When Yuan Ping saw that he was suppressed, he was immediately happy: "Hey..."

Nanshan: "Shut up, too!"

Yuan Ping: "..."

"Lie down." Nanshan frowned, avoiding Chu Huan's wound, and forced him to the ground. Finally, he gave Yuan Ping a warning look, changed positions, and separated the pair of fighting cocks by himself.

Anyway, it can be regarded as a clean ear.

It's just... the beauty just now was diluted by the gunpowder smoke.

Nan Shan lowered his head and glanced at the ring on his hand. After a while, he felt that Chu Huan must have fallen asleep, so he secretly stretched out a hand and put it on the other party's body carefully, as if he was holding a world.

The next day, their last day, they walked towards the top of the mountain in front of them.