Skilled in managing a house

Zhendong District, Wangri Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a Jingcheng Jeep was parked.

This jeep has an ordinary brand on it, but it is actually a real patrol car. The person driving this car today was none other than Detective Song Feng from the Major Crime Team of the Zhennan District Patrol Bureau.

Song Feng was not in the car at the moment, others were already climbing up the mountain.

It is difficult to climb Wangri Mountain in winter. The road is not only hard but also a bit slippery. Fortunately, there is not much snow in Zhenhai. Otherwise, with the current weather, the snow would not melt even if it fell. It would be even more difficult to go up.

Even so, almost no one climbs Wangri Mountain in winter, especially at night. Song Feng climbed Wangri Mountain alone. He was not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and finally reached Duan Tianya.

Climbing to the end of the world in summer is a test, not to mention winter or night.

If you want to climb Duantianya, there is only a narrow mountain road. Because this is not a tourist attraction, there are almost no security facilities.

Song Feng has never climbed here in winter, nor has he ever been here at night. But he was a little impatient and shouted in his heart: "Arlo, here I come! I believe that there must be something you left for me in this place!"

Thinking of A Luo, Song Feng became energetic. This was not his first time here. He immediately walked along the narrow mountain road towards Duan Tianya.

The mountain road is steep and getting higher and higher. To climb to Duan Tianya requires not only courage, but also perseverance and physical strength.

With Song Feng's skill, it took him a full hour to reach Duan Tianya.

Standing on the peak, looking at the sea under the moonlight, the sky and the sea are obviously the same color. He could clearly hear the sound of the waves, the roar of the sea wind, and the black fur coat on his body was blown violently.

Song Feng faced the sea breeze and sang loudly, "You slowly disappeared from that distant seaside, and your originally blurry face gradually became clear. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know where to start, so I could only say It is in the bottom of my heart... If the sea can take away my sorrow, just like every river, all the injuries I have suffered, all the tears I have shed, my love, please take it all away..."

His voice was impassioned, but tears flowed unconsciously from his eyes. At this moment, it seemed as if there was a man standing in front of him, a familiar man, his best friend, and a rare and valuable confidant.

Song Feng walked forward while singing. On Duan Tianya, there was only one tree growing.

"Song Feng, we both come here every year, do you know why there is only such a tree here?" In Song Feng's ear, he seemed to hear a lazy voice.

Song Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This place is not suitable for trees to grow. It is a coincidence that a tree survives here. You still think that a forest can grow in such a place."

"You don't understand this... As the saying goes, a tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. This tree is a tree that can stand proudly in the forest, but it doesn't want to encounter unreasonable disasters, so it grows here..." Song Feng's ears The familiar voice sounded again.

"It seems quite reasonable. According to you, this tree should be the hermit in the tree..." Song Feng said to himself again.

"How could the hermit in the tree grow in such a conspicuous and lofty place? He should be hidden among the trees..." A familiar voice sounded again.

"Then tell me why this tree grows here. It's not a hermit, and it's a tree in the forest. You can tell me..." Song Feng said to himself.

"It doesn't want to show off in the forest and be driven by the wind, nor does it want to remain anonymous and willing to be mediocre... So, I think he should be a lonely knight..." A familiar voice sounded.

More tears flowed out of Song Feng's eyes unconsciously.

"Knight, you have read too many martial arts novels...how can there be so many knights..." Song Feng said with a choked voice.

"Anyway, I think this tree looks a lot like me... Song Feng, if I die one day, please bury my ashes under this tree... This is my permanent home..." A familiar voice said, rang in Song Feng's ears again.

"When you are alive, you like to eat and occupy more. No matter how old you are, you have already found a place to bury me. I don't care, I have also taken a fancy to this place. If I die first, you have to bury my ashes." Here..." Song Feng choked and said.

"I'm telling you, your life is much tougher than mine. If you can't die, I will definitely die before you." The familiar voice seemed carefree.

"Don't you dare to talk about death all the time... Let's not argue now. If whoever sacrifices his life first, the other party will bury his ashes here. And we have to promise that he will bring wine to visit every year. !" Song Feng cried this time.

Moreover, his voice was loud, as if he was shouting.

By the time he finished shouting, the man had already walked under the tree. This tree is very thick and very majestic.

Song Feng's hand subconsciously pressed on the tree trunk, and a picture emerged in his mind unconsciously.

It was the year when Arlo became mute that the two came here again. This was also the last time they came here in their lives.

The two of them sat under the tree. A Luo didn't sing, and Song Feng didn't speak at that time. They both sat quietly. Suddenly, Arlo took out a notepad and wrote a line on the first page.

This line of words still clearly appears in Song Feng's mind at this moment.

"Don't fight with me about this place. I will definitely go ahead of you."

Song Feng's tears kept falling. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the tree crown with no leaves, sighed, and said: "The trees that are as beautiful as the forest wind will destroy them... However, you still have to stand proudly... Aluo, today I finally understand the meaning of what you said..."

After a while, Song Feng lowered his head and walked towards the place where A Luo sat last time.

He arrived in two steps. When he looked at the soil on the ground, he was overjoyed and said, "Sure enough!"

It turns out that the soil in this place is obviously looser, which means that someone came here not long ago and dug it up.

Song Feng quickly squatted down and grabbed the loose soil with both hands. Within a few strokes, he dug out a hole. Finally, his fingers felt a little hard and a little slippery. He was sure that the reason why they were slippery was because he dug into the plastic pocket.

He quickly separated the surrounding soil and dug out a plastic bag from the soil. Open the plastic bag and inside is a black notepad. This notepad is not big, but it looks so familiar.

Song Feng subconsciously turned to the first page and saw a line of words written on it - Don't fight with me about this place, I will definitely go in front of you.

"Aluo...Aluo..." Song Feng felt sad again, and he said with tears: "This place is yours now, but don't worry, I will definitely come to accompany you in the future... Also, I will definitely get this debt back for you, no matter who it is... I will let him die!"