Of Mountains and Rivers

As soon as Nanshan knelt down, Chu Huan had a vague premonition, but when Nanshan really looked up at him and said it, there was still a "buzz" in Chu Huan's mind.

In the past, he thought that the word "excited" was a literary description of how beautiful a person is.

Now he understands that this is a realistic description of how a person needs quick-acting heart-relief pills.

Chu Huan's throat moved, his whole body swayed in place, and he was at a loss for words.

So he didn't say anything at all, bent down to hold Nanshan's face, and gave him a kiss that wasn't very cool or skilled. He just wanted to kiss this person subconsciously, and when he thought of Nanshan, he was right away, Whether there is a crumbling cliff behind him, or the cruel and fashionable end of the world, Chu Huan has forgotten all about it.

A breath of hot air surged up from Chu Huan's chest, making his eye sockets a little hot. He felt a little blindfolded, as if he had never been in love in a few lifetimes, so he blinked his eyes twice, fumbled and tried to return to his romantic position. On his suave image, he showed a somewhat disorienting smile, and tried hard to make up for it: "Why didn't you even say hello, and you took my words?"

Nanshan turned around and pulled him into the small cave.

The facilities of the "Civil Affairs Bureau" of the mountain guards are very simple, and there are no living clerks. There is not even a clay idol, and there is still a big white stone in the middle, artificially standing there, like the incarnation of the mountain.

Nanshan: "Put your hands up."

The big white stone may have been born in the water before, smooth as grinding, like white jade, and indescribably translucent. When Chu Huan put his hand on it, he felt strangely warm.

Before he had time to express his astonishment, Nanshan suddenly hugged him from behind, and raised his hand to cover the back of his hand.

The moment Nanshan's palm was pressed up, Chu Huan suddenly felt a beating sound similar to a heartbeat, powerfully coming from Shi Xin, Nanshan slightly lowered his head, rested his chin on Chu Huan's shoulder, closed his eyes, and looked devout , silently chanting a ritual-like prayer.

After finishing the work, he turned his head and bit Chu Huan's neck lightly. It didn't hurt, and Nanshan didn't use any force. He carefully rubbed the tender flesh between the neck with the tip of his teeth, leaving only a very shallow row there. teeth marks.

Then Nanshan seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his eyes, and laughed openly.

Chu Huan: "What did you tell it?"

Nanshan shook his head, just smirked and didn't answer.

Chu Huan: "Is this ceremony over?"

Nanshan's gaze wandered around the tooth marks on his neck reluctantly: "What else should there be?"

Chu Huan: "The bridal chamber."

Nanshan: "What is a bridal chamber?"

Chu Huan put his hands in his pockets to show that he didn't do anything, that he wasn't a complete hooligan, but his eyes were very dishonest, and his eyes were all in the place where no evil was seen, and he swept Nanshan around openly. laugh it out.

Seeing Nanshan, he felt that his limbs were all redundant, and he didn't know where to put them, and his whole body, head and face turned red.

When Chu Huan was interested in Nanshan, he would occasionally have some romantic fantasies, but the fantasies were usually not deep. In fact, he never thought that one day he would have some physical communication with a man. He was half dead. In daily life, I don't even bother to "communicate" with myself.

But Nanshan exuded a pure natural and pollution-free cleanliness. Chu Huan knew that they were about to set off and die soon, and there was no time to do anything, so he couldn't help but let it go.

It is said that there is a research survey that shows that a person's happiness index is directly proportional to the amount of nonsense he talks-then this is probably the happiest period in Chu Huan's life, so his mouth is getting cheap day after day .

Nanshan's shyness and embarrassment made him appreciate it for a while, Chu Huan decided to be lenient, let him go first, and turned around to find himself a step down: "The bridal chamber may be too late today, the wine should be... eh?"

Chu Huan never expected that he was only halfway down the steps, and Nanshan took the ladder away.

Chu Huan said half of a sentence, and was suddenly pushed against the boulder by Nanshan's brute force. Nanshan lowered his head and grabbed the place where his teeth were bitten on his neck, and sprayed hot breath on Chu Huan's skin, scorching hot. The palm of her hand pinched his side waist, and she opened the hem of his shirt with three strokes.

Chu Huan: "..."

This turn of events caught people quite by surprise... As a serious, mature man, he expressed shock.

Nanshan is like a male beast eager to confirm its territory. Although it is jerky and disorderly, it naturally reveals a certain primitive aggressiveness. He clasped Chu Huan's wrist tightly, as if he still felt insecure and insisted on holding Chu Huan. People can't be completely confined in their arms.So Nanshan retracted his arms and hugged Chu Huan up, leaving his feet hanging in the air, and he could only support himself on his arms.

Instinctively, Chu Huan reached out and grabbed the boulder behind him, no matter the cost, hoisted himself up with his wrist, leaned back slightly, seemed to be able to pick a clever angle with ease, and slid out of Nanshan's arms—— In fact, he did not think about it at all, it was purely subconscious, and he hadn't recovered from it at all.

Most of the buttons of his shirt had been undone, and it hung loosely on his body, exposing a large area of ​​his chest. Chu Huan was covered in cold sweat and thought dumbfounded: "What's going on?"

Nan Shan paused, his gaze swept across Chu Huan's chest, as if a little shy, he gently tugged on Chu Huan's collar.

He tried his best to calm down his breathing, lowered his head, and whispered incoherently: "I...I'm just so happy and a little excited, but I have to go to the sinkhole tomorrow...I didn't think about it, really of."

After finishing speaking, Nanshan took a quick look at Chu Huan: "Don't be afraid."

Although those eyes were full of straightforward desire, they still looked very clear for no reason, which made Chu Huan feel that no matter how he answered, he looked very dirty, so he had no choice but to be speechless.

Nanshan approached tentatively, and lightly touched Chu Huan's face. This time, as if to show his restraint, he let it go immediately, and murmured: "I swore in front of Shenshan, you will be me from now on." It's gone."

Chu Huan stroked his long hair helplessly, and slid off the stone: "Is there any wine?"

"Yes." After Nan Shan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the cave. After a while, he dug out a jug of wine out of nowhere, and then found a small bamboo tube in the cave, filled it carefully, Put the wine jar back, "I'm leaving tomorrow, I only have this bottle tonight, don't drink too much."

The two sat down against a stone, separated by a small bamboo tube that could be emptied in a dozen sips, and divided each person one by one—traditional folk customs pay attention to drinking a cup of wine, but it is a pity that they can't hand it over because the place is too simple and only a cup.

"I didn't know why I was afraid of this place when I was young," Nanshan said. "Later, I heard the elders mention that my grandmother carried me here before she attacked my father. Although I don't remember the incident, but The bad impression has always been there... Later, when I became the head of the clan, I sometimes had to witness the marriage contract for the clansmen. this."

Chu Huan: "I only have a adoptive father, no mother, and someone introduced women to him at the beginning, but when they saw that he was carrying my oil bottle, had no money, and was ugly, no one was willing to have sex with him. , so he spent most of his life as a bachelor. He didn't marry an aunt until I grew up and worked... But the aunt got a serious illness and passed away before I lived with him for a few years. The fortune teller said he might be Ke wife."

Nanshan held his hand, and Chu Huan suddenly smiled: "But it's a coincidence to say so, we are both orphans with no relatives and no reason. It's okay, I will love you in the future."

There was still a sip of wine in the bamboo tube, Nanshan poured it into his mouth, after thinking about it, he leaned over to pass halfway to Chu Huan, the wine with the strange taste of the mountain guard suddenly became sweeter, and the aftertaste became extremely lingering.

There are so many types of wine, such as white, red, homemade, and world-renowned brands. Chu Huan thought he was going to try them all. Over the years, he drank until his tongue was numb, and he didn't drink anything good. ... And until then, he didn't know what the best wine was.

The aroma of the wine permeated his limbs and bones in an instant, and he was drunk with one sip.

Chu Huan, who was drunk, took out a small piece of charcoal from his pocket, and searched for a white stone like a board in the cave. While listening to Nanshan's rare talkative talk about his childhood, he sketched a fluent picture on the stone board. the lines.

Sure enough, he has some sketching skills. With such a simple tool, he actually sketched a decent Nanshan in two or three strokes. After thinking about it, he added a picture of himself next to him—full of beautification. Moisture and artistic processing.

Nan Shan came over and asked in surprise, "Is this me?"

Chu Huan nodded.

Nan Shan reached out and touched the border of the stone slab cherishingly: "Who is this next to it?"

Chu Huan: "...me."

After finishing speaking, he was silent for a while, and knowingly asked: "Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Nanshan, who didn't notice it at all, paused when he heard the words, sighed in his heart, but wanted to get used to him, so against his will and with difficulty, he put on a sincere expression: "...Like."

Chu Huan took a group photo of this extremely out-of-shape sketch with satisfaction, feeling like a permanently registered wedding photo, and he couldn't help admiring his own talent.

It's a pity that time can't move at a constant speed. When you are unhappy, it is endlessly long, but when you are happy, it is as short as a full stop, and it stops abruptly before people have time to see it clearly.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

The biological clock in the early morning woke up Chu Huan, and he found that he was still resting on Nanshan's arm, and Nanshan was not afraid of numbness in his arm, so he let the pillow lie motionless for a whole night.

Before leaving, Chu Huan sorted out his props, and found that there was basically nothing to take away except glasses, short knives, small walnuts for some unknown purpose, and a bow and arrow.

As soon as the two returned to the gatekeeper's cave, they found that everyone seemed to have been waiting there. Xiaofang held the patriarch's scepter to Nanshan with both hands, and lowered her head at the same time, expressing her wish: "Patriarch, I want to go too. .”

This remark stirred up a thousand waves, and many young and middle-aged gatekeepers came forward: "Patriarch, I want to go too."

Even Da Shan, who was blindfolded, fumbled anxiously: "Patriarch, I..."

In desperation, he groped in the wrong direction, and was pushed back into the crowd by the elder with a cane on his head.

Xiaofang's eyes were red: "We mountain guards have no reason to be confined on the top of the mountain to be turtles. Patriarch, didn't you say that even if you are dying, you have to go out and see the outside world?"

Nan Shan was stunned, not knowing what to say for a while, but Chu Huan waved his hands loudly: "I've never heard of anyone who brought relatives and friends with them on their honeymoon. Why are you joining in the fun?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to take the dry food in Chunchun's hands, and met Chunchun's elder sister's hesitant eyes: "Sister, I gave you my barbecue rack, when I come back, don't forget to develop new sauces— —Don't let Yuan Ping touch it."

Yuan Ping said gloomyly behind him: "Can I make a mistake? The elder wants to talk to you."

When Chu Huan turned his head, he saw Yuan Ping backed his bow and arrow, holding a long-handled big knife in his hand, and carrying a bag behind him, as if he was about to go out. The gatekeepers walked over in unison. With one eye bandaged and a poisonous snake on his shoulder, he glanced at Chu Huan, and as soon as he met him, he suppressed the noise of the audience with great weight.

"I'll go with you," Ruger made a decision involuntarily, "it's useless for the others to go, they all stay."

These words were merciless, and all the reasons for the generous and tragic song were strangled to death as soon as they came out. Whether it was the gatekeeper or the mountain guard, no one dared to advertise that they were "useful" in front of Ruge, so they could only look at each other. Shut up.

Chu Huan didn't intervene in the internal affairs of the two clans, and followed the elder with the goat face to the side. The elder looked at him, as if the expression on his always unhappy old face finally relaxed, and the two walked away from the crowd. , the elder said: "If the ancestors knew that one day, the life and death fate of our people would be charged by an outsider, they would probably be so angry that you would regret it now..."

Chu Huan said lazily, "I'm not a freelancer."

The elder raised his beard.

Chu Huan said unceremoniously: "I am going to abduct your family head. If you have nothing to do these days, you can train another one."

The corner of the elder's eyes twitched, as if it was a sign that he was about to blow his beard and stare. Chu Huan was ready to be crooked, but after waiting for a long time, the elder just looked at him solemnly through his cloudy old eyes. he.

Chu Huan moved his neck involuntarily—the teeth marks from Nanshan's gnawing had faded long ago, but he still couldn't help but feel terrified when he was stared at by the elder.

"Our previous patriarch had the right timing and circumstances, but the wrong person came," said the elder. "The current patriarch was luckier than his aunt, but you came at an inappropriate time."

Chu Huan: "I don't think I'm out of season."

Not only did he not feel that he was inappropriate, but he felt that this was the best time of his life. Even if he died like this, he would be benevolent, not miserable.

But the elder saw something from his spring face, the goat face turned serious, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "That's the next thing I want to tell you, if you think this is the most important time in your life Happy days, then I advise you not to enter the trap."

Chu Huan was taken aback.

Elder: "There is a word in your place called 'prosperity must decline' - no one knows what is the sinking place, where people are swallowed up, and why no one has escaped for such a long time, but my family has been here for many years, I have a vague guess in my mind."

Chu Huan: "What?"

Elder: "There are too many strong people, and they are usually not trapped in their own low point, do you understand?"

Chu Huan was taken aback.

The elder looked at him, raised the crutch in his hand high, stood in the windless and rainless mountain, stretched his eyebrows, and tapped the tip of the crutch on Chu Huan's forehead lightly, as if someone had been burned. kind of blessing.

"Go ahead," he said.

"Wait, I still have a question." Chu Huan suddenly remembered, "Elder, there is a person who should be your mountain guard. The man looks to be in his forties, tall, and his fingers are a little deformed... ..."

The elder suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Chu Huan's shoulder: "Where did you see him?"

"Dream," Chu Huan said, "Who is he?"

The elder was silent for a long while, his crutches tapped the ground lightly, his brows raised slightly, showing some kind of exclamation like dying, and after a while, he said: "That's... my father's generation."

"His name is Jijigu, which means 'long thorn', and he was the leading warrior in that generation. Once he encountered an eye-eating beast in the wild, and his partner died in that battle. Since then, he It's kind of crazy."

Chu Huan: "Crazy?"

Elderly: "He lived alone for several years, and became more and more crazy. Once the mountain gate was transferred to this world, he left a note and left, saying that he went to the land of depression. Since then, no one See him again."

Chu Huan: "No news?"

The elder frowned, recalled it carefully for a moment, then shook his head: "No—by the way, I used to play in his yard when I was young, and he said a few words to me when he was very crazy."

"what?"

"He said that 'the land of the trap is a consciousness, so that people can't think about anything'."

Chu Huan frowned, quickly broke the sentence in his heart, thought for a long time, and asked hesitantly, "What does that mean?"

Elder: "If a madman says it, then who knows?"

At this time, the mountain guard and the gate guard seemed to have finished their negotiations, as if they were about to set off, Xiaofang knelt down as if suddenly collapsed, hugged Nanshan's leg and cried loudly, while Luge looked indifferent like a water ghost, no Standing on the side with joy, anger, sorrow and joy, Yuan Ping next to him waved at Chu Huan from a distance, to the effect that "Is it over, hurry up".

Chu Huan could no longer get more information from the elders, and walked towards them with a heavy heart, carrying the unclear words on his back.

In the end, four people——Nanshan, Chu Huan, Lu Ge, and Yuan Ping, embarked on the road to an unknown death.

Yuan Ping looked at the firmly closed mountain gate, and couldn't help but ask, "How do we get there?"

Nan Shan thought for a while: "Go up the mountain, climb over the mountain gate, and find a rope..."

After his words fell, the familiar trembling and "rumbling" sounds sounded. Several people were taken aback. They saw that the closed mountain gate suddenly opened by itself as if they had heard his words. On the other side of the gate, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Nothing exists, just a vast haze, as if leading to another world.

Nanshan lit the patriarch's scepter, and the cold flame lit up. He lifted it up like holding a candle at night, and walked in the front.

There were rustling footsteps behind them, and Chu Huan turned his head, and saw people from the two tribes standing behind them, regardless of gender, age or age. Each tribe member held a burning bone and silently watched them leave.

The fireflies are dotted, and the mountains and plains are all over the place.

Nanshan: "Let's go."