Chapter Thirty-Eight: Point to Point
Zhou Li stayed with Zheng Zhilan for five days.
There had been intermittent rain for the first three days, and on the fifth day the sun had dried up the earth again.
On the hillside behind, a herd of sheep grazing scattered, like clumps of white cotton, and a group of dogs lay in the shade of the surrounding trees, looking up from time to time.
Zhou Li and Zheng Zhilan stood on the edge of a hill, picking a raspberry called Red Bubbles.
Raspberries are extremely good, and Zhou Li has seen them in the countryside when he was a child, but they are far from growing as well here. The raspberries here are as big and red as they have been raised, and they grow densely on the vines and dye the ridges red.
The vines are thorny, and Zhou Li is very careful.
According to Zheng Zhilan's instructions, he chose bright red and large plump picks, and ate them while picking.
The ripe ones are sweet, and the unripe ones are a little sour, Zhou Li handed one to Zheng Zhilan from time to time, and heard her say that she actually prefers to eat something a little sour.
It was morning, but the sun was already burning on the top of people's heads.
Zhou Li glanced at the basket held by Zheng Zhilan, and saw that it had been paved, so he asked, "Is it enough?"
Zheng Zhilan reached out and touched it: "Enough." ”
So the two walked back.
Back was the way down the mountain, Zhou Li walked in front, and glanced back at Zheng Zhilan from time to time.
Zheng Zhilan quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, you go, I won't fall." ”
Zhou Li was relieved.
After a while, he said, "I'm going back, I've been here for too long, and my family will be worried if I stay any longer." ”
There was no sound from behind.
When Zhou Li was about to turn his head, Zheng Zhilan's voice sounded: "Also, when are you leaving?"
"Afternoon. ”
"Afternoon......"
"What's wrong?"
"No, if you leave in the afternoon, I don't know if the ice cream can be frozen, right?"
"Good. ”
"Do you want to learn 'Golden Thread'?"
"Next time. ”
"Good. ”
"If you come to Yancheng, remember to look for me. ”
"Okay, I'll bring you a few more books, some of which are quite solid and useful. I forgot which ones they were, so I'll ask Qinghe to help me find them when I go back. Zheng Zhilan recognized some words, but she still relied on Qinghe to read the book, "Your bag should fit in, and when you finish reading, just return it to the viewer of Zhihongguan, anyway, I have to return it after all." ”
"Thank you then. ”
The conversation drifted silent.
When he was about to arrive at the small courtyard, Zhou Li suddenly asked, "Did your parents and elders die due to mudslides?"
"It's not. ”
Zheng Zhilan's voice seemed to never make waves: "My mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to me, she didn't die at the time, and she died of illness a month later. My father was when I was eight years old, and he told me that he was going to spend time with my mother, and he said he was sorry for me, and then he took the medicine. Paraquat was drunk, but there was no cure. After that, I was raised by my grandparents and helped by my aunts, but my grandparents were also old and sick, and they gradually passed away. ”
Zhou Li was suddenly a little speechless, and it took him a long time before he whispered: "Then you must have suffered a lot." ”
"It's fine. ”
Zheng Zhilan paused: "There were indeed some unpleasant words when I was a child, but my father was quite good. I remember him holding me one night and telling me that no matter how hard the pregnancy is or how painful the delivery is, it is the choice of adults, and it has nothing to do with the child. ”
He said that it was he and my mother who had brought me into this world and said that I did not owe them. ”
"He said he was sorry for me and brought me here, but he didn't show me a good world. ”
"Actually, what I saw wasn't that bad. ”
Zheng Zhilan said in a slow tone behind her, and she tried to identify the road: "He thought I was young and didn't remember, but in fact, I remember very clearly, there were many stars that night." ”
When she got home, Cheng started making ice cream.
She poured the yogurt she bought into the basin, didn't think it was sweet enough, added honey, washed the raisins and picked raspberries and poured them in, stirred well, poured them into the mold and added wooden sticks, and after putting them in the refrigerator, she asked Zhou Li to help adjust the power of the refrigerator to the maximum.
So after lunch, Zhou Li and Huaixu successfully tasted this homemade ice cream.
After the raspberry is frozen, the taste is discounted, and it is considered to add color and flavor to the ice cream, I don't know if it is a psychological bonus, Zhou Li thinks it is still delicious.
Huaixu also said yes as always.
After eating the popsicle, Zhou Li was leaving.
Zheng Zhilan stood outside the courtyard to see them off, waved her hand to them, and watched Zhou Li's back go farther and farther.
Qinghe stood beside her, and after a long time, he turned his head and asked, "He's special, isn't he?"
"Yes. ”
"His spiritual power is so strong, he has never seen it before. ”
"Hmm. ”
Zheng Zhilan lowered her head slightly, and saw a cluster of red in a blur, she reached over, picked a peony, and looked closer.
......
Zhou Li and Huai Xu walked towards Zhihongguan against the sun, the path was bent and undulating, Zhou Li quickly sweated, and Huai Xu smiled.
Zhou Li couldn't help but glance at him: "Still laughing!"
Huai Xu continued to be silly, because he really liked to eat the kimchi made by Zheng Zhilan, so Zheng Zhilan specially brought him a can to go, so-
"How nice!"
"What is good, what you said, everyone else heard!" Zhou Li blushed when he thought about it.
"Hey, hey!"
“......”
The skin is too thick, and Zhou Li can't afford to provoke it.
More than an hour later, when he came to the flood control temple, he saw the old temple squatting in the courtyard dam, with a small stove in front of him, fanning the wind into the stove with an old pu fan.
The old demon sat on the top of the small temple and waved at them.
Zhou Li smiled at the old demon, and then approached the master: "Master, what are you cooking?"
"Cook porridge. ”
After the old master finished answering, he turned his head, looked at it carefully, and distinguished Zhou Li's appearance: "It's a little layman, you're only coming back now?" ”
"I found it, thank you. ”
"Thank you, thank you, it's hot, do you want to drink water?"
"I'm begging for a drink. ”
"Sit down, sit down, I'll pour it for you, it's only cool and white, don't mind. The old watchman stood up.
"Well water will do. ”
"It's not good to drink raw. The voice of the old watchman gradually became farther away, but the mountain was quiet, "Cool white open in the jar, very cool." ”
The old demon on the small temple said to Zhou Li: "You should drink raw water, the water here is a mountain spring, it is very sweet, and it will die when it is boiled." ”
"Yes!"
It was the first time Zhou Li had heard this kind of statement.
Soon, the old master came out with an enamel jar and handed it to Zhou Li: "I'm in a hurry on such a hot day, it's very sunny, right?"
"It's ok. ”
"Sit down, sit down, rest, there's still a long way to go down the mountain. ”
"You can take a car when you get to the scenic spot. ”
"I heard that there is a road in the scenic area that has sunken down, and there has been no car up for the past few days. ”
"Oh, then I'll bottle the water and go. ”
"I'll pretend for you. ”
"Thank you, Lord. ”
"Eh, water is not valuable, I can open a factory here. The old watcher smiled, and the wrinkles on his face piled up again, "How many days have you stayed with Miss Zheng?"
"yes, disturbed her for a few days. ”
"Then you're really in love. "The old viewer is very kind, and people can't think of it.
"yes. ”
"It's a good fate, I heard that the little girl lives alone in the mountains, and her eyes are not good, alas, after all these years, she is afraid that she has not even had anyone to talk to. ”
The old viewer had already raised the fire, the red clay stove, the blackened casserole, he sat on the bamboo slivers bench, asked Zhou Li's age, studied, and then talked about some things in the outside world.
Zhou Li looked around as he spoke.
There is only a small house in the middle of the temple for the statues of the gods, and there are only three, and Zhou Li can only guess and not recognize. Next to it should be the place where the old master lived, the door was open, so that an old table of eight immortals could be seen, there was nothing on the table, and a simple sword hung on the wall. There is also a house that is stacked with firewood, and next to the firewood house is a very small house with a chimney.
It's a very poor life, and it's also very quiet.
But unlike Zheng Zhilan's side, the old viewer lives very casually, while Zheng Zhilan is a little girl, even in the mountains, she has her own way to make her life exquisite.
Her small yard was planted with flowers, grape trellises, peach and cherry trees, and even more fruit trees behind the house.
There are also jujube trees on the mountain.
Zhou Li shook his head and smiled, it was only a few days, and he actually felt that he had a little liking for that yard.
The firewood in the small stove burned very slowly, and the old watchman picked up a dried pine cone from time to time and handed it in, and Zhou Li sat down for a while before saying goodbye to him.
As soon as he took a few steps, the old watchman suddenly stopped him.
Zhou Li turned his head and saw the old master looking up at him, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked very small, as if the old people were like this.
"Are there really those gods and monsters in this world?"
"Huh?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously glanced at the small temple.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the old viewer laughing, waved his hand and said to him: "Thank you, little layman, walk slowly, it's easy to get heat stroke." ”
The old demon on the small temple also smiled at him.
Zhou Li pursed his lips, turned around and disappeared in front of the old viewer in a few steps along the downhill path.