Of Mountains and Rivers

Chu Huan parked the car at the entrance of the supermarket, got out of the car and bought a box of Oden and a pack of milk, then opened the trunk, took the terrified little girl out of it, and put it on the ground: "Here, eat."

The little girl was only a tiny bit tall, and she couldn't reach Chu Huan's thigh when she stood up straight. She was stunned for a long time, then took the food in a dull manner, and took out the tribute balls and took a bite.

She was probably really hungry, and she couldn't stop after taking a bite, until she finished a bowl of Kanto cooking, then she clumsily tore open the milk straw with her chubby claws, and asked displeasedly, "How do you know that I In your car?"

Chu Huan fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and found a simple signal transmitter for tracking. He raised his hand and stuck the device on the little girl's forehead, lifted his trouser legs and squatted down: "We learned to leave home when we were just five years old. Run away? You are really capable - after many years, you are still the first one who dared to stick a tracker on my back."

The little girl was sullen: "Then will you send me back?"

This little girl is Lao Wang's granddaughter, her nickname is Mingming.

Lao Wang has a pair of twin grandchildren. The two children not only look alike, but also have very different personalities. The boy is very ordinary, loves to play and play, and sometimes mischievous, but he can listen to the adults and know how to change. But the girl didn't know what kind of radiation she received in her mother's womb, and she grew into a little freak.

Her IQ is obviously higher than that of children of the same age, so she can't play with others. She has a very withdrawn personality and is extremely disobedient to discipline. She may also have a strong admiration complex. Anyway, her biological parents can't lower her. When she grows up so big, Only Lao Wang... and Chu Huan, a dry uncle who can't beat him, can speak a little bit.

Chu Huan asked blankly: "Send you back, and then you will find other opportunities to run away? You quarreled with your brother, and your mother was not allowed to say anything, and ran away from home after a few words. Why are you so arrogant? Your mother I also scolded my younger brother, how can I accept it humbly?"

Mingming lowered his head: "Because he is an idiot."

Chu Huan sighed, feeling that this girl would be a thorn when she grew up, so he picked up her collar and carried her into the car like a cat: "Oh, come on, genius, I'm going to be late for the flight."

Mingming was sitting in his car, shaking left and right in the car excitedly: "Uncle Chu Huan, can you take me back to your house together?"

"Sit down, don't move around, I don't have a child seat in the car," Chu Huan glanced at her, and pointed out sharply, "Do you know that you need to use your household registration book for air tickets?"

Mingming was taken aback, this preschool gifted child obviously did not have this common sense: "Then what should I do?"

Chu Huan sneered unceremoniously: "Don't worry, your grandfather bought the ticket for you."

Mingming was taken aback: "How did my grandfather find out?"

"Nonsense, your mother knows." Chu Huan continued to hit her, "You still think that the successful escape that you have planned for more than a month is very powerful? To tell you the truth, they are more at ease with me, so they let you go blind Running."

The little girl's fragile self-esteem was immediately crushed.

In particular, these shocking words come from life idols, who obviously feel that their long-planned, supposedly vigorous run away from home has become a complete joke. This huge setback is unbearable for gifted children.

Chu Huan has been dealing with the wild children of the mountain guards for a long time in the past few years, and his black face singing has become more and more handy. In this regard, he has won the true biography of the Luge patriarch. Now, even Huaguduo, who has grown into a big girl, can Afraid of him, Chu Huan made up his mind to teach her a lesson, and let the little girl beside her heartbroken, crying all the way to the settlement of the Liyi tribe.

In recent years, thanks to the development of the local economy, the roads from the county seat to the township have been greatly expanded, and the furthest car can drive is less than forty miles away from the Yizu River. Even if there is no horse, I can reach it on foot. I no longer have to ride a horse with stars and moons for many Tianshan roads like when Chu Huan first arrived here.

And when he arrived, no surprise, Nanshan was already waiting for him at the intersection with his horse.

As long as Chu Huan comes back, regardless of rain or shine, Nanshan will bring the big white horse to pick him up rain or shine.

Every time he sees the familiar shadow at the end of the road, Chu Huan will feel that the difference between "backcountry" and "scenic spots" is a Nanshan for him.

Obviously looking up at Nanshan and the tall horse, Chu Huan didn't know what to call her, so Chu Huan gently pushed her on the back: "Auntie."

Nanshan: "Don't talk nonsense—where did the child come from?"

Chu Huan: "My godfather's granddaughter, take her to play for two days, and I will bring her back when I go to work later."

Nanshan lowered his head and found that the little girl was staring at him with wide eyes.

She has thin skin and tender flesh, she is wearing a small dress, and she is carrying a small rabbit backpack on her back. She is not the same species as the big and small monkeys in the clan. Suddenly, Nanshan couldn't help but lower his voice, fearing that there would be no movement. Big enough to scare her.

He bent down, put his voice very softly, and stretched out a hand to Mingming: "Do you want to ride a horse?"

The withdrawn Mingming not only doesn't like to play with children of the same age, but also easily recognizes adults. However, it is very strange that when she first met Nanshan, she felt that Nanshan was very kind. Soon, she sat happily in the seat of "aunt" Immediately, leaving her cold-blooded and heartless idol behind.

"It's just in time for you to come back," Nanshan said to Chu Huan while supporting Mingming carefully, "The gate of the mountain turned around last night, and the gatekeeper brothers are all there, and the clan is lively."

Chu Huan was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at Mingming with a complicated expression, and said "Oh" vaguely.She obviously looks very similar to her mother when she was a child, Chu Huan didn't know how Yuan Ping would feel when she saw her.

In the past few years, Yuan Ping asked Chu Huan countless times to bring him various things back to his father, but he never left the river for half a step. He claimed that since ancient times, the gatekeeper had never crossed the river. It's the rules.

But they all know that although Ruge is indifferent, he is not really unreasonable. He especially has no bottom line for his cheap "son". Yuan Ping wants to go back and have a look. Will Ruge stop him?

However, Yuan Ping just couldn't pass his own test.

People can't be resurrected after death, he can no longer be regarded as a person completely, and when thinking of relatives and friends of the past, he is always close to his hometown and feels timid.Yuan Ping asked Chu Huan to take several videos of his father with his mobile phone. Every time he got it, he would hold on to it all night until the battery of the mobile phone was exhausted, but the trip back was delayed again and again.

Until there was no chance - his father died years ago.

As expected, Yuan Ping was stunned when he saw Mingming.

But Mingming turned around and hugged Nanshan's thigh, hiding himself behind Nanshan, showing only one head in fear - it wasn't that Yuan Ping was scary, but the big snake behind him was scary.

Xiaolu has no awareness of losing weight at all. It’s okay on the side of the mountain. Every time I come across the holy spring there, it feels like a long drought and rain. Now its girth has grown from a watch strap to a goal post.

If it gets bigger, it can almost support a person on its head.

Nanshan leaned over and hugged Mingming, let the little girl sit on his shoulder, turned to Xiaolu and said, "The child is afraid of you, don't get too close."

Xiaolu felt that as a snake, she was already very handsome, but it was the first time that she was disliked by others because of her appearance, and she was immediately hit hard. She leaned her big head on Yuan Ping's shoulder limply.

Yuan Ping, however, had no mood to comfort it. He stared blankly at the little girl passing by him, unable to speak the whole thing, and grabbed Chu Huan: "She...she...she is... "

"Well, Lulu's daughter."

Yuan Ping said "ah", and after a long while, the shocked expression slowly settled down. Then, his brows were lowered, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. grown up?"

Chu Huan suddenly felt a little bit vicissitudes when he said it: "Isn't it, I'm going to elementary school soon."

Yuan Ping was silent for a long time: "Her...what's her name? What do you like to play?"

Chu Huan: "Why don't you ask yourself?"

Yuan Ping was taken aback, and then Chu Huan raised his head and greeted in a certain direction: "Clan Chief Luge."

Yuan Ping was taken aback, feeling guilty for some unknown reason. He looked in Luge's direction, but Luge just nodded at Chu Huan lightly, raised his hand and called Xiaolu over, and looked deeply at Yuan Ping. Take a look.

Luge: "If you want to go, it's not impossible."

Back then when Nanshan wanted to contact the other side of the river, Luge was furious and almost turned the mountain guards upside down.

Now, he pretended to be understated and made the biggest concession to Yuan Ping in his life.

After finishing speaking, Ruge turned around and left with Xiaolu as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Yuan Ping couldn't care less about the little girl who was exactly like his old love, and chased after her without hesitation: "Patriarch!"

No one knows what Yuan Ping chased after him and said to Ruge. Anyway, when he reappeared, it was as if he had broken the world. He just smiled and teased Ming Ming and said a lot. After seeing A's contempt, he roasted a piece of meat smeared with honey for her like a bone, thus winning the child's cheap and superficial friendship.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't mention a word about the other side of the river, as if he had never been there.

After eating and drinking enough from Yuan Ping, he abandoned him and came to torment Chu Huan again.

With a tired face, Chu Huan shoved Mingming into the small attic of the patriarch's house, and sat on her bedside: "I still have to tell stories—why do you have so many things, ancestor? Alas... Once upon a time, there was a tortoise and a rabbit... ..."

When the voice fell, Mingming frowned and interrupted him: "Uncle Chu Huan, do you think my IQ is difficult?"

Chu Huan frowned: "Okay - once upon a time, there was a princess whose mother died and lived with her father, who was an old man who married a stepmother..."

Mingming slapped him on the arm, very dissatisfied: "Hmph!"

Chu Huan's patience was completely exhausted: "Once upon a time there was a child who didn't sleep well every day, and always clamored to listen to stories, so one day he died, well, after the story is over, you can go to sleep."

Mingming felt his indescribable perfunctory, and resorted to his trump card, his mouth was flattened, and tears were already rolling in his eyes.

"Oh, okay, tell a story, tell a story..." After a moment of stalemate, Chu Huan finally compromised irritablely, "I've never seen such a troublesome bastard like you."

But what to talk about, Chu Huan racked his brains for a while, and said: "Well, once upon a time, there was a seed that wanted to grow up to be as big as a world, and all the rules in it—such as the autobiography of the earth, Gravity, grass is green, sugar is sweet, etc., are the rules it makes..."

What he said was obviously not fascinating, but the more he listened, the more energetic he became. Half an hour later, Chu Huan's mouth was dry. When he lowered his head, he found that she didn't mean to close his eyes at all, so he had to pat her on the head helplessly: "In the end, we burned that seed so that it's over and you go to sleep."

Mingming said seriously: "I see, you are talking about the story of the cosmic rampage!"

Chu Huan: "...children, what kind of novelty-hunting mobile game is 'The Great Runaway' in the universe?"

Obviously, she is probably smarter than other children, but she is a preschool child after all, and her intelligence is limited. She can only say from the few words she accidentally heard while listening to TV: "It's just a very small... "

"seed."

"The seed," Ming Ming gestured, "then there was a 'bang', and it grew into a very large..."

She was at a loss for words again.

Chu Huan took off his glasses and wiped them, and said softly, "Universe."

Mingming nodded vigorously: "The universe that grows from the seeds is also growing all the time!"

Chu Huan pulled up the quilt, stuffed her inside, and said simply and rudely: "Yes, you are really good, it's time to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he raised his legs and was about to leave, but Mingming grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked a sharp question: "Then do we live in a seed?"

Chu Huan paused: "What do you think?"

Mingming thought for a long time in distress: "We may live outside a seed, we may live in a seed, we may live in a good seed, and we may live in a bad seed, right? "

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, suspecting that the reason why this child is out of gregariousness may indeed be because of his superior IQ.

Mingming became more and more confused: "Then where are we?"

"I don't know," Chu Huan replied softly, "No one knows where I am, understand? Okay, I know you don't understand—please, go to sleep now."

"I don't dare to sleep," Mingming said flatly, "What if I'm in a bad seed?"

After hesitating for a long time, Chu Huan bent down and said to the little girl: "If you don't know where you are for a certain second, then it's the same wherever you are, so you have to live this second well and don't make random guesses. But if for a second, you know that you are in a bad seed, then don't deceive yourself, start from this second, try to escape-well, I know you still don't understand, so this is just a story, only Bugs live in seeds, so go to sleep."

After Chu Huan finished speaking, he gently took out the hem of his shirt from the little girl's hand, and turned off the light for her.

When he was telling the story, the music of the leaf flute outside the window didn't stop, until Chu Huan closed the door and came out, Nanshan put down the leaf, turned to smile at him, and handed Chu Huan a hand.

As long as you don't deceive yourself and others, and think of Qingming every moment, then - there is nothing wrong with me.

It's all over, thank you all for tolerating my crazy brain, I will try to write a more normal pit in the next article, thank you again.

Soap special episode one

Nanshan has an upright mountain soul, and he will probably never be able to adapt to the crowded city—even if he is only ordered to go downstairs to make soy sauce.Chu Heng's home is in the downtown area. When walking from his home to the supermarket, he had to pass through a crowded commercial street. Nanshan took a deep breath at the intersection and hurried past the wall.

Unexpectedly, he still failed to escape the fate of being chased and intercepted by the Leaflet Gang.

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"Handsome guy, this is a new takeaway order from our shop, take it home and have a look."

Nanshan couldn't evade it, and was too embarrassed to pretend not to hear, so he had to accept it all: "Okay, thank you."

"Our teacher just came back from studying in Korea, why don't you come in and wash your hair?"

"no thank you."

Do you still need to go abroad for further study to learn how to wash your hair?

"Ah! The handsome guy who always picks up every order is here, everyone hurry up!"

Nanshan: "..."

There was really no place for him to hide, so he had no choice but to run away. There was laughter behind him, and the students handing out leaflets seemed to regard him as the best remedy for boring labor.

Nanshan ran to the corner in a panic, and a store was opening. Hearing the sound, the clerk looked back at him and smiled, "Handsome guy, do you want to come in and have a look?"

Nanshan's scalp tingled when he heard the word "enter the store", and was about to decline politely, but took two steps back, but was attracted by the colorful boxes exposed in the window: "What do you sell in the store?"

The clerk clasped his hands together in front of his chest: "We sell love and dreams."

Nanshan: "..."

Although the patriarch didn't know what "Pet Shop of Horror" was, he was overwhelmed by this two-dimensional cuteness.

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Twenty minutes later, Chu Heng, who had set up the hot pot and prepared the sesame sauce, returned to Nanshan.

"Why so slow," Chu Heng said, "I'm waiting for you to fry the soy sauce—what is this?"

The tall patriarch was holding an innocent big flower basket in his hand, and there were dozens of pieces of colorful soap lying in it.

Chu Heng: "..."

What kind of soap to buy for hot pot, and so much wholesale at one time, can you pick it up?

What's the moral!

Can we have a good meal?

Xiaolu, who was huddled in the corner, slowly raised her head and spat out the snake letter. Her sinister little eyes fixed on the line of soap in the patriarch's hand, thinking: "Moon cakes! So many moon cakes!"

The patriarch's long hair is an absorbent of the hot pot smell, so Chu Heng has to clean it for him every time.

Chu Heng squatted next to the basket and read the instructions: "This piece seems to be shampoo soap——Patriarch, today, buy soy sauce and get soap, or buy soap and get soy sauce? You can't live like this."

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Nanshan's long hair was soaked in hot water, he didn't say a word, just smiled when he looked at him.

Chu Heng glanced at him inexplicably, turned over the instructions inadvertently, and found that it read on the back, "Magic soap for expelling nightmares. It contains a good dream magic. It disperses with fragrance and is best used with hot water."

Chu Heng was stunned.

Last night he dreamed about the sinking land, he woke up in the middle of the night, went to the living room to smoke a cigarette, he thought Nanshan didn't know about it.Although he really wanted to laugh at the patriarch for believing such nonsense, he couldn't utter a single word when he saw the most warm-hearted man in the history of the mountain guard.

Unexpectedly, I was too absent-minded, my hand slipped, and the soap slipped out.

Chu Heng: "..."

Wait, he didn't want to ask the patriarch to pick up the soap.

Xiaolu, who had been lurking in the bathtub for a long time, finally seized the opportunity, jumped up, set off a huge splash, and took away its "mooncake" in one bite.

Soap special episode [-]

Nanshan hurried back to the clan when the mountain gate was closed, and brought gifts to the clan and the gatekeeper brothers as usual.Before leaving, at the request of Chu Heng, he took away the inexhaustible soap piled up in his house and wrapped it in a big package.

The gatekeeper was freed from the mountain gate for three days, sang and danced, and got very drunk. No one thought of opening the gift to see what was in it. It was not until they returned to the mountain gate that Luge found it from a pile of flower cakes. colorful soaps.

"What is this?" the patriarch of the gatekeeper thought to himself, "That mooncake that Chu Heng brought to eat last time?"

Again, snake breeders and snakes have the same way of thinking.

Under the watchful eyes of the clansmen in armor and standing guard, Ruge sniffed it cautiously, and bit it.

...hard and tastes weird.

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Yuan Ping, who came a step late, laughed like a dog when he heard about this.

"So what's this for?" Ruger asked.

Yuan Ping thought for a while, and answered "for picking up", which seemed a bit unethical, and answering "for washing things" was too general and uncreative.

After weighing the matter, Yuan Ping said seriously, "It's for blowing bubbles."

The soap with the spell of love and dreams in it was thrown into the water by the gatekeeper brothers.

"Magic" cannot cooperate with hot water to sprinkle the world in the form of fragrance, so it has no choice but to fill the bubbles unwillingly.

Yuan Ping found thin metal wires and formed a bunch of large and small circles. Together with a group of gatekeepers who joined in the fun, they jumped up and down on the sacred mountain dipped in soapy water.

The sacred mountain became less serious, and the pilgrims all stared dumbfounded at the colorful bubbles floating in the sky.

A bubble burst above the head of the Luge patriarch, and finally Luge couldn't bear it anymore, rolled up Yuan Ping and threw him at the hilltop guard post.

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After the sentry shift changed, Yuan Ping had a whim, slipped to the side of the holy spring, avoided the eyes and ears of the patriarch, took a ladle of the holy spring water with pearly luster, and secretly threw the soap into it.

What would the bubbles from the holy spring look like?

He took a palm-sized iron ring and found a hidden place to hide and blow secretly.

A huge, translucent white soap bubble was formed silently, and then slowly flew into the sky. It was obviously about to burst, but it was surprisingly strong, like a Kongming lantern with a dim light, when it touched The branches on the top of the mountain are not fried either.

Yuan Ping was dumbfounded: "It's over, if this thing flies into the sky, the patriarch will put me on a skewer if he sees it!"

He immediately drew out a long knife, flew up to the big tree next to him, and prepared to use artificial methods to kill the bubble, but just as he was about to stab it horizontally, Yuan Ping suddenly discovered that there was someone in the bubble.

Not his reflection on the soap bubbles, but a very clear portrait of the gatekeeper.

The pale gatekeeper opened his eyes in mid-air, looked at the reckless junior, suddenly smiled at him, and flew into the indigo night sky, like a ghost returning home.

Yuan Ping stared at it blankly, and suddenly, another bubble rose up from below.He was taken aback, and when he lowered his head, he found that Patriarch Luge picked up the metal ring he had dropped on the ground at some point, and flicked it in the air, bringing out a fluorescent flashing soap bubble.

Luge asked lightly: "Who taught you to play with holy water?"

Yuan Ping was a little at a loss, and walked down the tree trunk, scratching his ears and cheeks: "Uh... this..."

"I didn't mean to scold you." Luge glanced at him, dipped in the soapy water, flicked his wrist quickly, and a string of small bubbles scrambled to the sky, and there was one in every small soap bubble. The gatekeepers either smiled or were serious, and greeted the current patriarch of the gatekeepers. Many of them looked exactly like the friends Yuan Ping was familiar with.

Yuan Ping asked hesitantly, "What is that?"

A smile finally appeared on Ruge's paralyzed face, and he replied, "It's the ancestors of my clan."

The gatekeeper is like weeds, withered and prosperous, life and death, they are all with the sacred mountain, year after year, it seems to be the same forever.

But it's not.

It turned out that Shenshan remembered every bit of what they left behind.