why are they still in love

When Xiao Chining woke up, there was no one in the room.He turned his head to look at the wind-blown bamboo forest and cloud-covered mountains and mountains outside the half-closed window. He didn't confirm that he was not killed by Xiao Zhaoshan until he heard the shouts of cattle drivers in the distance, and he was still alive and well in the world.

He lifted the quilt wrapped under his ears, dragged his sticky and sore body with difficulty to get up from the bed, and went to the bathroom naked.

While standing under the shower to clean the back, he really wanted to think about other things, such as where Xiao Zhaoshan went, what he had for lunch, and what to do next, but his brain kept playing the same sentence in a loop talk.

"I made|made ​​love with my biological dad."

He put on his clothes, picked up the antipyretics on the table and swallowed two, stood in front of the window almost blankly for a while, and began to doubt: Then, so, does Xiao Zhaoshan think the same?

He was not sure.

He didn't know how Xiao Zhaoshan would define last night's intense sex | matter, whether he didn't care at all, like sleeping with a stranger who knew his name and age.

Xiao Chining lit a cigarette with the lighter he bought at the airport, smoked it quietly, and finally decided to go out to find him first. After all, he can only make the next judgment after seeing him.

The hotel owner was collecting dried peppers in the yard, and when he heard the wooden door rang, he turned around and said, "My little friend, are you feeling better?"

Xiao Chining frowned, and asked, "Uncle, how do you know I'm not feeling well?"

The boss put down the five-claw rake: "Your father came to me in the early morning to ask if I had any antipyretics. I was shocked. I'm afraid you have altitude sickness. The altitude here is a bit high, and even a cold is very troublesome."

About yesterday, Xiao Chining's memory still stays in the moment when Xiao Zhaoshan shot|into his body, and some incoherent and fragmented pictures that appeared later, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or something real. Simply treat it as a dream.

"It turns out that uncle gave you the medicine. Thank you. I'm much better." He smiled obediently and asked, "Does uncle know where my dad is?"

"He went hiking after breakfast after nine o'clock." The boss blew open a large plastic bag and said plainly, "Carrying what's the name... oh, the drawing board, he went to Liuxian Forest with a big box. "

"How to get to Liuxian Forest?"

"It's easy to find. Take the road outside our door and go to the back, pass a small waterfall and then walk two miles east, just cross a bridge, it's not far."

"Thank you uncle, I'll go find him."

Xiao Chining got the answer and walked away.

"Be careful! Be careful!" The boss packed the peppers and shouted at him behind him, "Bring an umbrella! It's going to rain later!"

However, he was in a hurry to catch the plane yesterday, so he didn't even think about bringing an umbrella. He only packed some personal clothes and necessary toiletries in his backpack and set off.Afraid of being dissuaded by the enthusiastic boss, he simply lied and said, "I brought it with me, it's fine."

It is now afternoon, and there is no sign of rain in the mountains. Listening to the sound of the waterfall, Xiao Chining looked up at the sky that was too bright for a while, and planned to slow down and look for it.

Last night, the place used to bear the anger and lust was still aching. He stretched his legs and climbed up the mountain road. He greeted the eighteen generations of Xiao Zhaoshan's ancestors, so that he had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery along the road.

An hour later, the hotel owner was also added to the abuse list by him.

What is "easy to find", what is "two miles away", what is "not far", what a fucking spiral fart!He walked so hard for so long along the east that he pointed out on his mobile phone, his back was soaked and he couldn't see half of the bridge.

He rested on the spot for a while with an ugly expression, and finally made up his mind to change the direction, and went to "Go to Huiquan" as indicated by the road sign.

Xiao Chining, who has no outdoor experience, thought, where there is water, there must be a bridge!

Fortunately, not long after walking, he met two donkey friends who were descending the mountain with their tents on their backs. Otherwise, he might never have known that the bridge next to the spring is the least likely to have a bridge.

"Liuxian Forest has already passed, it's not too far to turn left at the last fork." The boy who looked like a college student poked his friend's waist, "Right? I remember correctly, right?"

When Xiao Chining saw that the boy being questioned nodded without hesitation, he couldn't react for a while.When the two brushed against his shoulders and continued down the mountain, he scratched his hair impatiently and cursed "fuck".

Going down the mountain was not easier than going up. He returned to the last fork with dangling legs, followed the direction the man said, and walked through a weedy and abandoned cobblestone road, and finally saw a dilapidated suspension bridge pulled by hemp rope. .

The suspension bridge was neither long nor high, about five meters above the ground, but there was a steep, shady slope below, and if you stumbled, you might be able to roll all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Chining didn't know if he was afraid of heights, so he first looked down while holding the hemp rope, and then tentatively stepped on the moss-covered wooden board to make sure that the wood was not damaged before he walked forward.

During the 5-minute walk on the [-]-meter-long suspension bridge, he stared at the wooden sign at the end the whole time, and barely restrained his urge to look down the mountain with the three big characters "Liuxian Forest" written in red paint.

Panting and crossing the trail behind the bridge, the field of vision gradually widens. When the soil under your feet turns into rocks, you will arrive at the Liuxianlin Observation Deck.

This viewing platform is a small half-naked|natural boulder exposed outside the mountain, with a steep slope stuck underneath, and the skyward side has been artificially smoothed, leaving only a little undulating arc.Xiao Chining lifted the branches hanging in front of his eyes, and found Xiao Zhaoshan's back on the stone with one side of his face.

He was wearing yesterday's gray and white mountaineering suit, sitting cross-legged in the middle of a rock without fences, with a drawing board flat on his knees, and an oil painting toolbox beside him. He was painting in the strong wind at the moment.

Xiao Chining buried his head and supported his knees to catch his breath, at least he suppressed the fire in his heart before stepping onto the boulder where not a single blade of grass could grow.

"Ms. Xiao will enjoy it."

He took off his backpack and threw it at the foot of Xiao Zhaoshan, and sat down cross-legged.But this posture was a severe test for his current physical condition, and within two seconds he lay down quietly against his backpack.

Xiao Zhaoshan still looked at the drawing board, and responded blankly: "Not as good as you."

Xiao Chining let go of his strength, put his hands on his eyes to block the light, his voice suddenly became very soft: "Has Mr. Xiao not had lunch yet?"

Xiao Zhaoshan glanced at him suspiciously.

"I brought you bread."

Xiao Zhaoshan looked back at the nib of the pen, and replied flatly: "No, it will be almost half an hour."

Xiao Chining said: "It takes time to go down the mountain."

"Is four and 10 minutes long?"

"It took me two hours to walk here from the hotel."

Xiao Zhaoshan said briefly: "Your own problem."

Xiao Chining remained motionless: "I'm sick and have no energy."

"So if you don't sleep in the hotel, you have to come here to sleep?"

"Because I'm tired from climbing."

Xiao Zhaoshan didn't want to pick up on him anymore: "Then shut up and sleep with you."

Xiao Chining was quiet for a while, and then said again: "Actually, I found the wrong way."

Xiao Zhaoshan ignored him.

"Dad, tell me," Xiao Chining put down his hands and opened his eyes, lying on the rock and turning to look at him, and asked calmly, "Why are bridges on land also called 'bridges'?"

"I always thought that only bridges can be called bridges, and everything on the ground is called roads."

Xiao Zhaoshan looked at the majestic pine forest on the opposite side, and added a heavier green color to the painting paper.

"A bridge is also a road, you can call it whatever you want." He replied.

"It's not the same. If I hadn't passed that bridge," Xiao Chining pointed casually, "I would never know that I am afraid of heights in my life."

Xiao Zhaoshan turned his head and looked down at him: "Is it okay to go to the rooftop? Is it okay to fly?"

"No problem." Xiao Chining shook his head.

"Then you probably aren't afraid of heights." Xiao Zhaoshan smiled with his lips curled up. The color in his eyes made it difficult to distinguish whether it was ridicule or comfort, "You are afraid of death."

Xiao Chining immediately denied: "I'm not afraid of death."

After saying those words, Xiao Zhaoshan inexplicably felt refreshed.He withdrew his gaze and continued to paint, and said with absolute certainty: "Xiao Chining, there is no one who is not afraid of death."

"including you?"

"including me."

Xiao Chining moved his eyes away, looked straight at the sky, and after a long silence, he murmured: "Dad, maybe you are right."

"In the past, I was not afraid of death because no one loved me." He said innocently to Shang Xiao Zhaoshan's gaze pouring down, "But now I am afraid, because I know that at least you will love me."

Xiao Zhaoshan had made up his mind not to avoid discussing this issue with him, so he asked: "If you have never been loved, how do you know whether I love you or not?"

"I've seen others being loved." Xiao Chining was a little sleepy, stretched his waist and drew out his voice, "Dad, I've seen love."

Xiao Zhaoshan only regarded this as a child's habitual delusion, and said nonchalantly, "What did you see it look like?"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, Xiao Chining had a headache and fell asleep even more.He closed his eyes, curled himself up towards Xiao Zhaoshan.

"You and Chi Yan. Don't you love each other very much?"

This was beyond Xiao Zhaoshan's expectation, making it difficult for him to speak as if he was being questioned.

"The respect and freedom she gave you—"

Xiao Chining groped through the gap between Xiao Zhaoshan's lower abdomen and the drawing board, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his forehead against his hip bone, and said in a muffled voice: "I can give it to you too, I can give you everything I have. "

"As long as you don't refuse, we will love each other."