The night is the dead silence around you.

I could vaguely feel the wind sweeping away the dead leaves, and I was tiptoeing behind the branches to hide.

The moonlight is very faint, and there are thick clouds drifting from time to time, which is slightly better than the night when you can't see your fingers. The mountain was surrounded like an Erlenmeyer flask, but not very much, like the chimney of a heating station, with a large mouth and a thin closed jar, and it could only walk along the path of the mountain wall—where was the end, in the weak moonlight, it was not clear to see, it was impossible to see.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, the moon was far away, and the top of the mountain was too far away for him to measure, as if he was in 18 layers of hell. After walking for a while, a hole was faintly peeking out of the dead grass on the side of the road, he bent down and looked down, but the hole was too low, too small, and he could only see that the hole was one meter square, full of dead branches and leaves, and a few falling lumps. Taking a deep breath, he knelt on one knee on the path, grasping the naturally drooping dead vine with one hand, and leaned sideways to the hole at 90 degrees, trying to see what was going on, but he couldn't see anything, only the bright light the size of a fist at the end.

He stood up, patted the dirt on his knees, looked from the foot of the mountain to the distant top of the mountain, and then at the mouth of the cave, thinking to himself that the depth of the hole was much closer than the distance to the top. He tucked his shirt into his trousers, first tried to put his legs in the hole, then pressed his arms against his trouser legs, and just like that, he squirmed and chrysalis himself into the trouser by the teleportation of his waist and feet. The hole is so narrow that it basically only accommodates a person's body, and there is no room to turn back in it. He moved about a meter, feeling too tired like this, more tired than climbing a mountain, thinking that if he could get out if he went in backwards, it seemed that he could only climb in. He gasped, rolled over in the hole, changed from lying down to crawling, pouted his buttocks, alternated his knees and elbows, moved out of the hole, and sat next to him panting.

He leaned against the mountain wall, held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen carefully, "Knock-knock-" It turned out to be the sound of his own heartbeat, and the mountain was terrifyingly quiet. There was no chirping of insects, no chirping of birds, except for the sound of one's own panting and heartbeat, only one or two drops of water, intermittent and intermittent.

He looked at the top of the mountain, and the faintly visible mountain road spiraled upward, feeling like a rubber band, getting tighter and tighter, and the person who strangled it could not breathe. He turned around decisively and climbed into the hole, and after climbing for a while, he had a cone-shaped hole, the opening was a little bigger, his head could be raised, and his arms could be raised 45 degrees, and he could advance and retreat freely. After another climb the hole in front of me became noticeably larger, the light was almost the size of two fists, but the hole began to narrow down, just big enough for a man to pass through, shoulders basically next to the cave wall, and the top of the head and the top of the cave next to each other. He tried to climb forward again, and the bright light at the entrance of the cave in front of him felt as big as his head, and he crawled flat at the bottom of the cave, his face pressed against the ground, and the moist coolness invaded from the pores of his face that had been swollen by exercise, and the silk was lubricated, and there was a feeling of lying on silk. The slight coldness after the cold passed through made him wake up in a daze. When he got up, he consciously rubbed it back, and he found that it was difficult to exit, and the small space no longer allowed him to turn back, only forward, and forward.

After climbing for a while, the light was bigger than before, but the space was smaller, and basically every step I climbed, I could feel the edges and corners of the cave wall stinging my skin. He lay down again, his body was a little numb, and he gave up a little in his movements, so he quietly felt the coolness, crawled here quietly, did nothing, and couldn't retreat backwards, although the light in front of him was gradually getting bigger, sometimes he felt that it was an illusion. Some regrets, should climb up from the path on the mountain wall, at least the space is open-minded, the mood will not be so depressed, now it's like constipation, stuck here, want to stretch your arms, move your legs, it's basically impossible.

Although in terms of movements, every time I crawl, my body organs are compromised, but psychologically, I have not given up: I don't admit defeat, I haven't admitted defeat yet. He began to climb forward again, and when he climbed out, he would be the Monkey King of 72 Transformation, and he would not be trapped in a valley like a Dan furnace, or a cave like Wuzhi Mountain. He couldn't touch his hands, but he could feel that his clothes had been cut by the walls of the cave, and there was already bleeding in several places, and sweat was running down the wound, and the burning and stinging sensation was obvious. The light was brighter, and he felt that he could see the hole in front of him, and he put his arms under his head, pouted his buttocks, stopped there, took three deep breaths, prepared for the final sprint, and reached the hole in one go. Suddenly, a human head appeared at the mouth of the cave, and shouted at him:

Mr. Liu - Brother Xian - why are you still asleep!

"Brother Xian" crawled on the sofa, or rather, curled up in the single sofa, his head buried in the cushions, the curtains of the tea room were blown by the wind, and the room flickered in the light and dark. Qian Longfei shouted in front of him, Wang Yongchao walked to the window and opened the curtains, and the room suddenly brightened up a lot. Hearing the voice, "Brother Xian" moved, and Qian Longfei took the opportunity to remove the cushion covering his face. The left half of his body had begun to go numb, and "Brother Xian" moved up with difficulty, raised his arm, moved his legs, and felt a little less numb, so he leaned on the right armrest and said, "You two - here - yawned after speaking."

Sit-sit, while the two of you didn't come-hehe-drank some strong tea, a little-drunken tea-"Brother Xian" was slightly apologetic, rubbing his palms embarrassedly.

Is the state okay - Brother Liu-Brother Xian? Qian Longfei hesitated, not knowing whether to call "Brother Xian" or "Mr. Liu" in this situation.

Wang Yongchao also followed, still full of Hong Kong and Taiwan accents, and echoed and said: It's just - isn't it good - it's not as my sister-in-law said!

"Brother Xian" leaned his head back on the armrest, which was recognized. I stood up, tidied up my clothes, and walked in the direction of the bathroom, saying as I went: How long have we been—haven't seen each other?

Qian Longfei said: "Hmm-" and said: It's been at least a year, since you-

423 days! Wang Yongchao snatched Qian Longfei's words, but he didn't want him to mention it.

"Brother Xian" stopped and turned around, saluted Wang Yongchao, and continued to walk towards the bathroom.

Qian Longfei and Wang Yongchao raised their heads at the same time, looked down from top to bottom, and turned back at the same time, smiling knowingly. "Brother Xian" has lost weight, his round belly is gone, his double chin is gone, his full and clean face is gone, his beard shows his maturity, and his hair is slightly longer than before, which means to have long hair. Wearing a white cotton and linen shirt, a slightly loose pair of jeans, and khaki canvas shoes, he is a lot less arrogant, a little more gentle, and even a little fairy-like posture.

"Brother Xian" thought conveniently in the bathroom: My mind is still thinking about the dream just now, I haven't had a dream for a long time, what does it mean? I packed up my clothes, washed my face, looked at myself in the mirror, and was quite satisfied with my current image, there was no copper smell, and there was no domineering, which was good! I walked out of the door and said to Qian Longfei and Wang Yongchao: You two -- how are you doing lately -- are you going well?

The two said in unison: It's okay!

"Brother Xian" walked next to Wang Yongchao, patted Wang Yongchao, and signaled the main seat with his chin: Brother Yong - come on, I haven't seen you show your tea art for a long time!

Okay - yes——, then I'll be ugly!" Wang Yongchao got up and walked towards the main seat, and began to serve the tea set on the tea table. "Brother Xian" sat opposite Qian Longfei, looked at Qian Longfei and said: Brother Long, haven't you stuck to flowers and grass recently?

Liu-ghost-Brother Xian, don't joke about your brothers-"Brother Xian" interrupted Qian Longfei's words and said: Don't be entangled, you can call it anything, but Mr. Liu forget it, Mr. Zong, it's always someone else's, and I've always been younger than you two in terms of age, Brother Xian-Brother Xian, whatever, are the three of us so polite?

Wang Yongchao handed two cups of tea to "Brother Xian" and Qian Longfei, looked at Qian Longfei and said with a smile: Then Brother Xian, then you-what's happened recently, Zhao Lina is very worried about you! When are you going to go out of the mountain?

Alas—it's good, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watch the tide rise and fall in the distance!"

The realm is very high now! Qian Longfei raised his voice and said, clapping his hands.

Wang Yongchao put down the cup of justice and said: Brother Xian, what realm have you reached, look at the mountains as mountains, see the water as water, see the mountains as mountains, see the water as water, see the mountains as mountains, see the water as water.

"Brother Xian" pulled the hair from his ears behind his ears, shook his hands, laughed hahahaha, took a sip of tea, gave Wang Yongchao a thumbs up, and said: What realm, rivers and lakes, without my rivers and lakes, or rivers and lakes, there will always be kings, but I just want to be a fight to defeat the Buddha!

You can—you can—Brother Xian, I've learned a lot of new words!" Qian Longfei said.

Then or not—or go back to Long Tao, see if you, the holy Buddha, are willing to come to the small temple!" Wang Yongchao said tentatively, half-jokingly, Qian Longfei also put the teacup handed to his mouth at ease, and nodded while talking.

The two brothers-tea instead of wine--I am fighting to defeat the Buddha, I can't be the Monkey King, I can always be the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain!" "Brother Xian" picked up the teacup and prepared to clink glasses with the two.

After hearing this sentence, Wang Yongchao said meaningfully: A glass of wine in the red dust-

Before Wang Yongchao finished reciting the next sentence, he was preempted by Qian Longfei.

Okay - come on - Taoyuan three righteousness, we drink into three people. After drinking, the three of them sat down, Qian Longfei and Wang Yongchao no longer persuaded them, "Brother Xian" is still "Brother Xian", and the strength of "not forgetting the original intention" is still there, without what Zhao Lina said, it is very depraved.

The three of them began to appreciate, taste, explain the tea art, talk about Wang Yongchao's Long Tao, talk about Qian Longfei's current life, and chat without scruples. Halfway through, Qian Longfei answered a video call from his daughter-in-law, not so much to ask when to go home, but to see who Qian Longfei was with. The three of them saw that it was not too early, and then dispersed.

"Brother Xian" didn't drive, Wang Yongchao originally wanted to send it, but he refused. Before leaving, he opened the car window and said to "Brother Xian": "Brother Xian - the coming day is long, welcome to Long Tao to guide the work!" "Brother Xian" folded his hands and saluted Wang Yongchao. Chaxiu is not far from the house of "Brother Xian", a 20-minute walk, just enough to walk. The night was thick, and a thick black curtain pressed the hustle and bustle of the city. When you close your eyes, you will be glamorous, singing and dancing. Impatient buses roared into the station, full crowds squeezed into the cramped iron shells. Passers-by in a hurry, as if they were striding forward, form a sharp contrast with the couples who are hand-in-hand with each other and leisurely and romantic. It is the city that gives these people of different backgrounds to manifest different states in order to achieve their ideals.

After "losing Jingzhou and going to Maicheng", "Brother Xian" politely refused a lot of unnecessary entertainment, no need to bend to welcome, flattery, push the cup and change the lamp, he started to be a family cook, responsible for picking up Zhao Lina and the two children, as well as their three meals a day. Go to bed early and get up early every day, go to the nearby school playground at night to run 5-8 kilometers, live a regular life, no heavy physical ties, return to a youthful state, get a rebirth physically, and also get a nirvana psychologically.

When I got home, the child had already slept, and Zhao Lina was still busy under the lamp, and the teaching plans, textbooks, homework books, and teaching materials were placed on the table as a whole. "Brother Xian" walked over, gently put his hands on Zhao Lina's shoulders, and said: Why don't you rest?

Zhao Lina subconsciously leaned back on "Brother Xian" and said: I didn't drink - I'm worried that the three of you are drinking together, waiting for you to come back!

I didn't drink it, I didn't drink it, my body couldn't afford it!" "Brother Xian" said, his hands gently helped Zhao Lina pinch her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

Oh - Mr. Li handed you a courier, I haven't opened it yet, on the coffee table -

"Brother Xian" walked towards the living room after speaking, opened the express, it was a calligraphy sent by Mr. Li, six feet of the whole sheet, "Taoism and Nature" four lines of calligraphy, strong and handsome, the inscription is "Gui Xian Yazheng", "Huaihai Jushi Shu Yu Xiaomy Hall", by the way a folded letter paper fell out, opened and wrote:

Guixian, how are you doing? If you look down and look away, you will be reborn and you will surely attain Nirvana. Nine times out of ten, start all over again, and follow your heart.

"Brother Xian" felt that his eyes were sour, so he packed it up according to the original creases and put it in a document bag. He walked lightly to the child's bedroom and looked at it. Back in her bedroom, Zhao Lina was already asleep, and "Brother Xian" gently put the document bag into the desk pocket. Undressed and lying down, dazed, as if asleep, his consciousness was full of Yang Caixia's figure and voice, coming and going.