Of Mountains and Rivers

Chu Huan squeezed the ring that was still warm, his whole body seemed to be frozen in the firelight, and he didn't say a word for a full minute.

He clearly knew why Nanshan was doing this, and because he changed places, Chu Huan felt that he would make the same decision, but his heart was on fire, and he couldn't hold it back.

If you don't care about it, of course you have a magnanimous heart, he can be cold and lenient as a matter of course, but the seven emotions are connected with the six orifices, and if you are not careful, you can't help but make unreasonable troubles.

At this time in the middle of the night, there were still a few vigilant people sleeping not far away. It was really not a good time to be angry, so Chu Huan silently brought the pitcher over, poured two mouthfuls of cold water, and waited for the burnt liver to cool down naturally.

But it was useless, what was burning in his stomach seemed to be a real fire of samadhi, which cannot be extinguished by water.

Chu Huan felt that he had cultivated his character for many years, and he could already be counted among the group of people with a milder temper. He himself couldn't count how many years he hadn't had such a strong temper.

For a moment, Chu Huan couldn't help it, and said almost softly: "Please say it again."

Nanshan's throat moved slightly, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "I'll see you off, don't come back."

"This," Chu Huan kept looking into Nanshan's eyes, and lifted the ring up in front of his eyes, "You don't want it, do you?"

An uncontrollable pain flashed across Nanshan's face. He stared straight at the fire, with blue veins showing on his forehead. After a long time, he replied, "...um."

"Okay." Chu Huan nodded, and seemed to be smiling. There was no cruelty in the smile, and he raised his hand and threw the plain circle into the fire, and the fire was scattered by him.

Nanshan was taken aback, and without thinking about it, he wanted to put his hand into the fire to fish it out, but Chu Huan grabbed his wrist.

His hands were like eagle claws, and the hard joints sharpened Nanshan's wrist bones. The two of them stood in a stalemate for a while, and Chu Huan gently picked up Nanshan's long hair with the other hand, put it under his nose, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you Are you saying you belong to me?"

Nanshan was speechless, and the pretended calm expression on his face was almost unsustainable.

Chu Huan rubbed against Nanshan's wrist with his thumb. His palm was like iron, almost crushing Nanshan's wrist, but the rubbing motion of his fingers was extremely light, as if a feather was gently sweeping, bringing out some kind of cold and trembling eroticism.

The corner of Chu Huan's mouth curled up, and he said with a sneer almost every word: "Didn't you say that you mountain guards can keep promises?"

Nanshan: "Chu Huan..."

Chu Huan's hands trembled slightly, making Nanshan's chest hurt from anger.

In his heart, he tried feebly to convince himself that the two of them should sit down, each should rationally state their pros and cons, talk to each other about each other's concerns, and then negotiate with reason and emotion to achieve Some kind of consensus, and then calmly discuss how to move forward with various matters-this is how adults solve problems.

But he could not speak, not a single word.

Chu Huan held Nanshan's wrist and took a deep breath. The clear air in the cold night was flowing in and out of his lungs. Chu Huan closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions with difficulty.

But next to him, Nanshan added fuel to the fire without a wink.

"Yes, I'm sorry for you." Nanshan was silent for a moment, but he admitted it without hesitation, "You can do whatever you want."

The words "I'm sorry for you" are definitely one of the most irritating words in the world. Nanshan threw a kilogram of explosives on Chu Huan's body, and it exploded immediately after touching the fire.

"I can do whatever I want?" Chu Huan laughed back angrily. He suddenly grabbed Nanshan's neck and forced him to raise his head in an awkward posture. Chu Huan lowered his voice almost to a whisper and almost disappeared. Amidst the "beeping" sound of burning wood, he leaned close to Nanshan's ear and asked coldly, "Patriarch, then I'll fuck you here and rape you, is that okay?"

Nanshan's carotid artery was throbbing crazily at Chu Huan's fingertips, but his eyes were bloodshot, and he actually remained motionless.

Chu Huan held his neck, intending to bite him to death. He bit Nanshan's collarbone, leaving a clear tooth mark on it, then roughly kneaded Nanshan's chest, and pulled his neck hard. trousers, but subconsciously avoided the bruises on the opponent's waist.

Chu Huan stared at Nanshan's body indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "Lie down or lie down, you can choose one yourself."

Nanshan's fist hanging by his side was as tight as a bowstring stretched to the extreme, and the sound of his muscles and joints being tensed and rubbed could almost be heard, his slightly thin lips were drawn into a line, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The two of them stalemate together silently and briefly again, they were very close yet seemed to be very far away, Chu Huan could touch Nanshan's auricle when he turned his face sideways, and his patriarch kept his spine straight no matter whether it was injury or pain. Sitting in the same place, with a side face like a knife, looking at the distant place, the stubbornness has become a kind of silent and unshakable toughness to the extreme.

Chu Huan could feel that every inch of Nanshan's muscles were as tense as an immovable stone.

He suddenly sighed silently, and finally did not do anything, but lightly touched Nanshan's face, like a gentle goodnight kiss.

Then Chu Huan loosened the grip on the opponent, and withdrew his hands from Nanshan's clothes, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his trousers, stepped back half a foot to the side, and lay on his back on the ground.

Xinghe was a little dazzling, so Chu Huan simply closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, as if falling asleep.

It wasn't until he was silent that Nanshan turned his head slowly, and stared at him with good eyes across a fire.

At this time, Chu Huan suddenly said in a rambling manner: "On the way, you can have an affair with someone with just a few words. I haven't finished the preface of the sweet talk. If there is a change in the matter, I will slap my ass and leave..."

He seemed a little tired. When he was lying down, his collarbone was sunken, and what hit Nanshan's eyes was his sharpened chin and more pronounced neck tendons over the past few days.

Chu Huan asked him quietly: "In your heart, who do you think of me?"

Nanshan was speechless, even if Chu Huan beat him or insulted him, it seemed that no such sentence pierced his heart deeper.

Chu Huan didn't open his eyes, he raised an arm, turned his face slightly, and leaned his forehead on his arm: "You, like your goat-headed elder, feel that the people on the other side of the river are incapable of Do you believe it?"

Nan Shan hissed, "I didn't."

Turning a deaf ear to Chu Huan, he suddenly turned over on the spot, facing Nanshan with his back, his back slightly bent, and the curve sank into the sunken waist. He kept his back facing Nanshan, and said sullenly: "I Not a moral model, but not a scum either—at least not to you."

Chu Huan's words were meant to show weakness and trickery, but as he spoke, he really felt wronged by what he said, so he had no choice but to stop his voice immediately.

The ground in the wild is cold and hard, even if there is a fire next to him, the little warmth is just a drop in the bucket.

The uncleaned stones were rough on Chu Huan's arms, and he folded his arms in front of his chest, in a defensive posture before a fight, but at this moment, it was as if he was hugging a cavity of acid water.

Chu Huan decided not to talk about it. His three-inch tongue hurt the enemy ten thousand and self-damaged eight thousand, making himself very sad.

If there is warmth in the gaze, it is estimated that Chu Huan has been burned by Nanshan's gaze. Nanshan wished he had no choice but to rush over to hug him, wishing to put his hand directly into the fire and take back the ring that remained motionless in the fire .

Nanshan clenched his teeth too tightly, unconsciously, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

"Do you know what a trap is?" Nanshan asked hoarsely.

Chu Huan didn't move, but slightly opened his eyes.

"The fallen place is a dead place. There is no consciousness, no moving things inside, it is not considered dead, and there is no vitality. Haven't you seen the living dead in our cave?"

The fire has begun to weaken, but no one cares about it. Nanshan said: "A long time ago, we were not the only ones here. At that time, there were many people in this world. There were various tribes on the plains and mountains, and there were also people from the south. Merchants who went north to exchange items with each other. Our ancestors have lived on the holy mountain for generations, and we are especially respected because of our special relationship with the gatekeepers.

"The holy book says that one day the world will be dark." Nanshan said, "At that time, no one understood the meaning of this sentence, but later, gradually, fleeing tribes came to the vicinity, claiming that their settlements were swallowed by a cloud of shadows gone."

Chu Huan finally gave him a little reaction, and asked, "What does swallowing mean?"

"It's just gone." Nanshan said, "The few friends in our cave who became motionless still have a complete body, but the people they said were 'swallowed' have nothing left. Disappeared out of thin air."

Chu Huan put aside the sadness and entanglement just now, and sat up from the spot: "There is no corpse...is the body? Or is it broken into something."

"Nothing," Nanshan said, "it's as if those people never existed."

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "Wait, what is the holy book you are talking about...?"

"It is said that it is a big stone." Nanshan said, "The content has been widely circulated. In the past, each ethnic group had a similar version, but no one knew what happened at the beginning. Later, the content preserved by each ethnic group was broken. It became word of mouth.”

Word of mouth is always a possibility, so Chu Huan couldn't help asking: "Has no one ever searched for the real holy book?"

"Yes." Nan Shan turned his head and looked in the direction of the sinking land, "But the legendary Holy Book of Heavenly Stone has already been in the sinking land, and no one can find it."

Chu Huan frowned: "But I saw mountains, rivers and trees on the mountain. If any life would disappear in the cave, why would the trees exist?"

Nanshan glanced at him: "The tree has no consciousness."

Chu Huan suddenly remembered that when he was on the top of the mountain, Nanshan yelled at him, "Don't look, don't listen, don't think about it", he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out, "Is your consciousness... the so-called 'falling ground' swallowed up 'consciousness'?"

Nan Shan shook his head: "I don't know."

Chu Huan struggled to figure out his own thoughts: "Those veterans strayed into your territory during the shock period, which is equivalent to obliterating their existence on the other side of the river, so time stopped. Isn't that the same reason? The so-called 'falling ground' is not the same as your side..."

He didn't know how to say it. After a while, he found the closest word: "Dimension?"

Nanshan tore his gaze away from him with difficulty: "I don't know."

"The elder said it was alive. For so many years, it has been devouring and expanding its territory. The movement has been particularly obvious in the past few years, but I thought it would be at least a few decades away, but I didn't expect..."

Nanshan paused when he said this, and continued after a while: "The gate of the mountain is connected to another world, and it is the only way out here. If this continues, we will probably end up in two situations within a year or two." ——Either the mountain gate was crushed by those monsters who couldn’t survive, and we died in battle, or the mountain gate was closed in front of the fall, and we, like everyone else, were swallowed into it and disappeared together.”

Chu Huan: "So you decided not to want me."

His words were like splashes of water falling into boiling oil, blowing Nanshan's heart into a mess at once. Nanshan's chest heaved violently several times, his fingers viciously grabbed the innocent grass, and his fingertips were almost covered by the tough grass. The stem is bleeding.

Chu Huan glanced at him, then got up without saying a word, found the farthest corner, and lay down by himself.

Nanshan's back was so stiff that it would break if he touched it, but he lowered his head and didn't look back.

Early the next morning, everyone felt that the atmosphere was vaguely wrong, but they couldn't tell exactly what was wrong. Xiaofang looked at this and then that frightenedly, trying to find the source, until he followed the original plan. When everyone led them to the hidden cave near the cold pool, they realized that the original source came from their bitch king.

Chu Huan walked silently in the position behind the break. Since the morning, he has not said a word-there are usually situations where the patriarch opens the way for him to break the back, but Chu Huan is not just walking blindly, he is always on guard, he will sometimes tease Yuan He said a few words, and sometimes he would whistle a few times at Nanshan's back, which made the patriarch have no choice but to look back at him and give him a smirk.

No matter how nervous he is, as long as Chu Huan still has strength, he will always look like "no big deal". He has never had such a low blood pressure on his face.

Near the pool, several people stopped to rest, and cautiously checked whether there were other dangers in the mountain pool.

Chu Huan still had the stinky face of going to the grave to collect debts, holding a grass stalk in his mouth far behind, with his hands folded in front of his chest, not knowing what he was looking at.

Xiaofang yelled at him: "Are you hungry?"

Chu Huan shook his head perfunctorily at him, and ignored him again.

Xiaofang was very confused, so she turned to look at the patriarch, but the patriarch turned his face away.

Xiaofang went to look at Dashan again, only to see that silly boy was just as confused as he was, so in the end, Xiaofang had no choice but to poke Yuan Ping, and motioned in the direction of Chu Huan with her eyes.

Yuan Ping: "Why?"

Xiaofang hurriedly pulled him aside, wagging her head and tail, and whispered to Yuan Ping, "What's wrong with you bitch?"

Yuan Ping glanced at him, very confused, so: "I don't know, if it's not because of illness, it's because my aunt is here?"

Xiaofang begged, "Brother gatekeeper, go and have a look."

Yuan Ping: "I don't have anything to see him doing? I..."

Xiaofang stomped on him hard, put on a Li Kui face with raised eyebrows, and became an angry monkey.

"Tsk." Yuan Ping gave Xiaofang a blank look, then walked towards Chu Huan slowly, and kicked him, "Hey, they asked me to ask, why are you pretending to be melancholy here?"

Chu Huan lifted his lips without raising his eyelids: "Get lost."

He was rude, but Yuan Ping was rarely in a hurry. He bent down and looked at Chu Huan's expression. Seeing some interest, he turned his head to look at Nanshan. Nanshan's gaze had been lingering on Chu Huan, but he noticed it at first. , turned away hastily.

A strange gossip arose in Yuan Ping's heart. He poked Chu Huan's arm, squatted beside him, and said, "What's going on? What's wrong with you? Hurry up and tell the uncle. The journey is lonely. This is just a joke."

Chu Huan became a saw-beak gourd, even though Yuan Ping scratched his ears and cheeks beside him, he just kept silent.

Just when Yuan Ping lost his patience and was about to leave him behind, Chu Huan suddenly said to himself, "I want to go to that trap."

This sentence knocked Yuan Ping in place.

Yuan Ping turned his head abruptly, and looked at Chu Huan suspiciously: "What did you say? Say it again."

"I'm planning to go to the sinking place." Chu Huan repeated clearly.

Yuan Ping has known him for so many years, so of course he knows when Chu Huan is joking and when he is serious. He swept Chu Huan around with suspicious eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Are you crazy?"

Chu Huan: "No."

Only then did Yuan Ping realize that what Chu Huan had been looking at was the direction of the collapsed ground, and his eyes were fixed, which made him tremble with fear.Yuan Ping squatted down with his trouser legs up, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with you? Chu Huan, does your family head know what you want to die for?"

Chu Huan was silent for a long time, and said inaudibly: "...he intends to tear me apart."

Yuan Ping didn't realize it for a while, and then, he stared at Chu Huan in disbelief, and said word by word: "You mean, because of this matter, you plan to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself, looking for death and life?"

Chu Huan: "..."

Yuan Ping nodded in amazement, and patted him on the shoulder: "I have learned so much, you go, I support you."

Chu Huan was shaken by him. Although Yuan Ping was careless and didn't know how to look at people's faces, he was not so short-sighted. After hearing this, he roughly understood what Nanshan meant, so he looked at Chu Huan. Huan asked, "Are you serious?"

Chu Huan nodded.

Yuan Ping frowned, and remained silent for a while, then he said: "Then you should come back with us first, I think it's best for you to ask the elder and the Luge patriarch first about the matter of the land fall. "

Chu Huan finally looked away, and said to Yuan Ping, "I know, I didn't intend to sneak away in the middle of the night."

Yuan Ping sighed: "Whether it's the fall or anything else, it has nothing to do with you, you know that?"

Chu Huan ignored him.

Seeing Chu Huan's expression, Yuan Ping knew that he had made up his mind, and it was useless to say anything, so he shut up, stood up preoccupied, and went back to the side.

At this time, Chu Huan seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head and asked, "By the way, did you see a white light on the top of the mountain that day?"

Yuan Ping turned his head and raised his eyebrows, his face full of doubts: "What white light?"