Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

There is only one famous tourist attraction in city A, called Tashan.

Every year, millions of people come here to climb, enjoy the sunrise, and watch the city scenery at night.

Tashan is not high, winding up along the Panshan Highway, parking the car in the parking lot of the scenic spot, and climbing along the mountaineering route for three or four hours, you can reach the top of the mountain.

You can climb the mountain for free with the student card of a university in city A.

Li Rong honestly slept all night, when he just woke up, Cen Xiao was still asleep, the sky was gray-blue, and the sun hadn't even fully come out.

He tiptoed out of bed, pulled the quilt for Cen Xiao, then scratched Cen Xiao's palm with his fingertips before leaving the room.

He put on his mountaineering suit, brought plenty of water and snacks, and when he got to the playground, he found Zhang Zhaohe standing there fully dressed.

Zhang Zhaohe is still wearing a Chinese tunic suit, but the crutch in his hand has become a climbing stick. When he walks, he really doesn't need to use a stick.

There are a lot of people climbing the mountain on weekends. In order not to be stuck on the road, they had to start early. They assembled at six in the morning and started on time.

Li Rong wanted to sit in the back after getting into the car, but Zhang Zhaohe grabbed him and said, "Sit next to me, it's easy to get motion sickness in the back."

Li Rong's eyes drooped slightly, staring at Zhang Zhaohe holding his hand, without refuting, he put down his backpack and sat down.

As the top student in the grade, he deserves special treatment from Zhang Zhaohe, so the other students didn't complain when they saw it.

After the car drove away, Li Rong casually glanced at the scenery outside the window, but in the next second, Zhang Zhaohe pulled the curtains and muttered, "Damn."

At six o'clock in the morning, the morning light was just beginning to twilight, and it was more than dazzling, but Li Rong was forced to look away.

Zhang Zhaohe deliberately pulled his attention back, not knowing what to do.

hum.

The phone vibrated.

Li Rong looked down and saw that it was a text message sent to him by Cen Ling——

【Eat breakfast. 】

Just three words made him smile knowingly, but when he raised his eyes, he found that Zhang Zhaohe was also looking at his screen.

Li Rong restrained his smile, and buckled the phone.

Zhang Zhaohe shook his head with a smile, as if he felt that his little actions were a little childish, and asked after a while, "Have you been to Tashan before?"

Li Rong took a breath and leaned back on the chair: "No."

There really isn't.

Living in city A for so many years, he has never been to the scenic spot of Tashan.

In fact, before he met Cen Xiao, he was not a sports person, especially mountain climbing, which hurts his knees.

He prefers to make a cup of coffee and sit in the library for an afternoon than standing on the top of a mountain and looking at the scenery, tired and sweaty with crowds of tourists.

Later, in order to shorten the physical gap with Cen Xiao, he started to exercise.

He still remembered that after the graduation ceremony of the last life, Cen Xiao took him home, easily grabbed him with both hands, and pressed him on the bed with his back facing.

And two years later, he was already able to exchange ideas with Cen Wei a few times, and if Cen Wei wanted him to calm down, he would be black and blue.

Thinking about it now, he started to practice close combat, and there was also the shadow of Cen Xiao's deliberate guidance.

And Cen Ling stimulated him again and again to check his practice results.

It's just that they didn't expect that the other party used poison in the end.

Zhang Zhaohe pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and said melancholy: "I haven't been to Tashan for a long time. The last time I climbed it was more than ten years ago, with a group of like-minded friends."

Li Rong glanced at Zhang Zhaohe from the corner of his eye, and said calmly: "Tashan is not high, and the scenery is not as beautiful as it is praised."

Zhang Zhaohe smiled: "Yes, and there are many branches on the mountain, which almost block the scenery. There are only a few places where you can see the city, but the important thing is not the scenery, but the experience of walking with like-minded people. "

Recalling the past, Zhang Zhaohe couldn't help straightening his back, looking forward in a daze, his face full of longing.

Li Rong found that the old pen was still pinned to his chest.

Climbing to the top with like-minded people is not like what people who have no desires and desires and slack lives will do.

Of course, he didn't think Zhang Zhaohe was as simple as he made it out to be.

Zhang Zhaohe still wanted to say something, but there was already a lot of noise in the car. People eating, fighting, and playing cards echoed in the narrow car.

Zhang Zhaohe has never been very dignified in front of the students. He turned around several times eager to make everyone quieter, but hesitated for a moment, and gave up with a sigh.

He knew that even if he said it, he wouldn't be quiet for long.

After driving for two hours amidst the noise, the road was still stuck in traffic for 10 to [-] minutes, and finally parked in the parking lot smoothly. A car of people rubbed their waists and hammered their backs, and got out of the car lazily.

Zhang Zhaohe leaned on a climbing stick, stood on tiptoes, stretched his neck, and tried to make himself stand out in the crowd: "Students, try to go together as much as possible. Everyone climbs to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, we want to take pictures. This photo will be a good memory for you in the future.”

No one listened to him, and everyone automatically formed a company with their good friends, and walked towards the mountain entrance sparsely.

Zhang Zhaohe stood where he was, shouting dryly, and in the end only Li Rong was left by his side.

Zhang Zhaohe sighed, took out the thermos cup from his bag, unscrewed Gudu and took a sip: "I'm old, I'll get dizzy after shouting a few words."

Li Rong didn't have many friends in class, so he was naturally alone.

He chuckled: "Yes, but I think you are in good health."

Zhang Zhaohe didn't seem to understand the extended meaning in his words, raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain, and said with long eyes, "God will take care of it."

God take care of?

There are too few things that people can decide in this world, and no one can tell the fate of fate, as if the length of life is really a gift from God.

Li Rong thought of his parents who had passed away for a long time, and his heart sank.

Zhang Zhaohe suddenly raised his wrinkled hand and patted Li Rong's shoulder: "Let's go, don't make other students wait too long."

When he really started to climb the mountain, Li Rong realized that Zhang Zhaohe's words were too polite, and he also overestimated the physical fitness of contemporary college students.

If he hadn't resumed training with Tang He early on, he might not have been able to keep up with Zhang Zhaohe's speed.

Zhang Zhaohe said that the last time he climbed Tashan Mountain was more than ten years ago, but he seemed to be very familiar with the climbing route. Li Rong only needed to follow behind him, and he passed all his classmates one after another.

Hearing those people wheezing and wheezing, and seeing Zhang Zhaohe's steady steps, he felt that this person was even more unfathomable than he imagined.

Thanks to Tang He's professional guidance, there was no room for him to cut corners, and he could keep up with Zhang Zhaohe's speed without showing timidity.

But two and a half hours later, when I really reached the top of the mountain, I could still feel the overwhelming pain and discomfort in my body.

Fortunately, you can still be patient.

Li Rong supported a half-person-high stone, took a deep breath of fresh air, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture down the mountain.

It's a pity that there is mist on the mountain today, and the photos are not so clear, but it was a rare time, so he still sent the photos to Cen Wei.

[Cen Wei: The scenery on the mountain is nice. 】

[Li Rong: Not bad, not bad, but I won't be able to do it with you for the next two days, my muscles are so sore. 】

[Cen Wei: I'll give you a massage when I get home. 】

【Li Rong: Alright then. 】

Li Rong's eyes were bent, and there was a hint of a smile.

He was waiting for this sentence.

After resting on the top of the mountain for half an hour, half of the fatigue faded away. At this time, only two classmates climbed up and were paralyzed in the gazebo to rest their feet.

Zhang Zhaohe also recovered, leaning on a climbing stick, he walked slowly to Li Rong's side.

"After climbing up, what do you think of the scenery?"

Li Rong was looking for an angle to take a picture, when he heard Zhang Zhaohe's voice, he stopped his fingers and said casually: "It's okay."

Zhang Zhaohe looked down in the direction of Li Rong, and saw the winding river, row upon row of high-rise buildings, and criss-crossing expressways.

He whispered: "The scenery below has changed a lot. In the past... there were no expressways, and there were not so many high-rise buildings. The river seems to be still green. It has been treated better in recent years, and there are not so many algae. .Look over there, that orange building existed a long time ago. It was called Hongding Building. It used to be a very prosperous shopping mall, but now it’s not working anymore. No one goes there. You can still see University A, the library of University A is so tall, it was able to build six floors at the beginning, and it has become a landmark building after tinkering."

Zhang Zhaohe was talking about the city silently, with every detail, as if every place was imprinted in his mind, he could start from any place he could see, and tell every inch of the change.

It was the first time that Li Rong saw him showing such an undisguised emotion - nostalgia.

He was nostalgic for the city more than ten years ago in his mouth, and his gaze seemed to penetrate time, returning to the time when he was young and strong.

Time will wear filters on the past, and the scenery that was not so beautiful at the beginning, because the memories will also become sweet.

Li Rongdui didn't have any filters in the past. He realized that the city was already full of tall buildings.

"I haven't been here for more than ten years, but you remember clearly."

Zhang Zhaohe stopped recalling, looked at Li Rong, and said meaningfully: "The human brain has only so much capacity, and the memories that can be stored are also fixed. When receiving new memories every day, some old memories are bound to be buried, but there are always some important ones. You will never forget what you have, and it will always stay there to remind you, because that is the foundation of your life and the foundation of who you are.”

"Oh." Li Rong pursed his lips, not sure if he listened or not.

When Zhang Zhaohe came to the top of the mountain, he seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and began to chatter: "The bottom of the mountain has changed a lot, but the top of the mountain has not changed much. I walked all the way and found that it was the same as ten years ago. You see the small courtyard over there." Did I take a photo with my friends at the gate of the courtyard, together with the stone tablet on Tashan Mountain. More than ten years later, the courtyard is still the same, and the stone tablet is still there, as if time passes slowly on the mountain.”

Li Rong followed the direction pointed by Zhang Zhaohe and looked not far away.

The quaint courtyard is the only building on the top of the mountain. The courtyard can be entered and exited at will. The interior is designed according to the garden style and is very suitable for taking pictures. Therefore, most tourists will take photos with the courtyard when they come up the mountain.

Outside the courtyard there is a stone tablet with a height of one person. The word 'Tashan' is engraved on the stone tablet. The tablet has been touched black and slippery by everyone, but the two characters are still clearly visible.

Zhang Zhaohe took two steps forward, looked at the stele through the tourists coming and going, and said, "What happened in the past can't be pursued."

Li Rong smiled lightly and shook his head slowly: "Teacher, what exactly do you want to tell me, can you just say it directly?"

Planning class activities, not allowing him to ask for leave, and asking him to climb to the top of the mountain with him is nothing more than wanting him to stand where he was more than ten years ago, looking at similar scenery, and empathizing with some emotions.

Zhang Zhaohe turned his head to look at him, his loose eyelids trembled slightly, his black and white eyes reflected Li Rong's appearance.

"Son, I know you've had a hard time, and it's very sad. I'm brother Li's good friend, and perhaps the rare person in this world who can truly understand you."

Li Rong was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Zhang Zhaohe to mention his parents.

But what Zhang Zhaohe said was wrong. He also has Cen Wei, Lin Qin, Jian Fu, Ji Xiaochuan, Aunt Hui, and other friends who can understand this matter. Over the past two years, he has gained a lot.

Zhang Zhaohe involuntarily stretched out his hand again, rubbing the pen on his chest. His eye sockets were hot and humid, and his neatly combed hair was blown by the mountain wind, making it a little messy.

"What is this world like? People who inflict harm are often hidden in the vast sea of ​​people, unscathed, and those who have been treated unfairly, if they want to obtain the right to defend themselves, they must be calm, restrained, suppressed, and patient. If you become the complaining Mrs. Xianglin, people will only feel nagging and bored, and will not listen to you, nor can you become the angry Lu Zhishen, and people will find it loud, rude, and unsightly."

"A qualified victim must have a completely clean and flawless past, which can withstand the scrutiny of countless pairs of eyes, but as long as there is a slight flaw, your situation will become reasonable. On the basis of no flaws, you can still Be decent, tolerant, soft, docile, and have some sympathetic character. In the face of impolite accountability, be careful and patient, tirelessly, and grind away the edges and corners. In the process, you must learn to forbear and act out of the situation , follow the trend, bearish on the ending."

"You see, it is really difficult to be a victim. Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, but very few get what they want in the end. This is human nature."

Zhang Zhaohe raised his hand and pointed to the road up the mountain, his fingers trembling in the wind on the top of the mountain: "Look at them, they are a huge crowd, either hiding the perpetrators or being the perpetrators, but they are the ones you have to fight for Oh, by the way, they are still the people Brother Li wants to save. The more you look down the mountain, the smaller they become, just like ants, they only know how to obey orders, and it is difficult for them to think independently. Is it worth bowing down for them?"

Li Rong looked down the mountain, the crowd was bustling, slowly climbing along the winding mountain road, they really looked like ants.

Standing on the top of the mountain, smelling the refreshing air, blowing the cold and brutal mountain wind, and looking down, this feeling is indescribable.

He didn't speak because he didn't know what to respond to, because what Zhang Zhaohe said was the truth.

In order to win, he must be cold-blooded, cunning, alert, and vigilant. He has to use all available power, such as Zhai Ning, who is more brave than how brave he is. He even forgives what they have done against his will to gain support. Emotions can only be swallowed and digested by oneself.

He must also be strong, intelligent, and excellent enough to compress the knowledge that others have spent more than ten years learning, even knowledge in various fields, so as to prevent himself from falling into the trap.

He seemed to be put into a huge human-making machine, and it was polished towards perfection. Those inappropriate edges, weaknesses, and emotions would be ruthlessly eliminated and corrected.

Fate only left a gap for breathing, Cen Xiao.

Here, he can breathe softly.

But he also knows that if his parents stand on the top of the mountain and face Zhang Zhaohe's questioning, they will answer firmly and without hesitation: "It's worth it."

Even if it is such ants that are saved, it is worth it, because in their eyes, hatred can never annihilate love, and they still feel that ants are united, kind, hardworking, and have a beautiful character.

Because I am willing to believe in the bright side, I can also tolerate the bloody reality.

He will never be as good as his parents, and he will never be his parents.

He hates, he resents.

He has seen the piles of bones under the feet of kindness, and he can't forget it.

Looking at Li Rong's trembling eyelashes, Zhang Zhaohe smiled compassionately and said meaningfully: "At the funeral, as soon as I saw you, I knew we were the same kind of people."

The old and hoarse voice poured into the eardrum along the wind, and the smile seemed to blend with the ice and snow, and went straight to the heart, which made people shiver.