He walked in the mountains as a farmer, and he looked at the girl's pure and clean smile.

Her smile is as clean as a bird in the mountains and a poplar in the forest.

Fu Zhu has lived for a hundred years and thousands of years, but he has never seen a human being so clean.

The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling.

He sat on a huge locust tree, and not far away, a girl was running on a dirt road with a backpack and a grin.

The girl doesn't seem to know sadness, she laughs all the time, or rather, she always leaves the good for others.

Girls like to sit under the acacia tree and draw, draw non-existent parents, draw birds and birds, draw mountains and clouds.

The girl also likes to tell Huai Yangshu all the sad things and impossible expectations.

Over time, Fu Zhu knew that the girl's name was Su Xiaoqian, she was 11 years old, had no parents, and only had a grandfather who depended on each other.

She is kind to any life, even an ant or a mouse.

Acacia poplars bloom, and ancient trees shade them.

The clusters of white flowers are like children chattering together, the fragrance is permeated, and the wind is wafting to all corners.

Under the tree, the girl drew a family photo, with Su Xiaoqian written next to the girl in the middle, and her father and mother held Su Xiaoqian's hand with a smile.

After finishing the painting, Su Xiaoqian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Gu Huai with a wink:

"Will I be able to see my mom and dad in heaven later?"

The immature voice came to the husband on the locust tree, and he opened his lips:

"Yes, in a few days, it's a flood ......"

The warm and beautiful voice is like water passing through the cool jade.

It's just that the girl can't hear it, she can't even see it, there is a young man in white sitting on a branch above her head.

One sky, two worlds, the girl can't see the husband, and the husband can't appear in front of the girl.

The day after tomorrow, the mountain flowers are blooming, the mountain stream is gurgling down, and the girl is holding wild flowers in her hands and wearing a floral skirt.

The fragrance of flowers stains the clothes, and the butterflies fly.

Fuzhu looked at the girl by the mountain stream from afar, as if she was not a human living in the present, but an ancient person who knew how to revere nature thousands of years ago.

The complex emotions in my heart are intertwined, and the greed, desire, and smoke in the sky disappear.

Clean, pure, kind.

After thousands of years of transformation, monsters dare not appear in front of humans.

But this time, the husband walked through the surrounding grass and trees, and ran to the girl by the mountain stream without hesitation.

As if breaking through barriers and boundaries, he struggled, but without hesitation, ran out of the grass.

He finally appeared in front of the girl in the form of a four-horned white deer.

Calm gaze, no words, no fear and greed.

The four-horned white deer and the girl looked at each other.

Simple and clean, without any desires.

Later, Fu Zhu would often appear in front of the girl, and the girl would give her husband food from home.

Fu Zhu was originally a divine object, and he didn't eat grains, but because of the girl's smile, he still reluctantly swallowed it.

But the husband symbolizes the flood, and his arrival has long been destined by heaven and irreversible.

The wheels of time generally crush the ground, and after the sound of "creaking", there is inevitable cause and effect.

In the next few days, the weather turned cloudy, and the flood of the Heavenly Dao gradually had a precursor.

A day later, black clouds overwhelmed the city, and birds flew low.

The whistling wind swept up the weeds and fine sand on the roadside, and the wind and the sand in the wind smashed into the plastic shed, making a "crackling" screeching sound.

The husband of the mountain glanced at the dragon soaring in the clouds, and his eyes were full of mixed feelings.

Everything is going on as scheduled, but the only thing missing is the calm and indifference at the beginning.

He stood on the top of the mountain, as usual, silently watching the flood come and swallow up:

In a few moments, the rain poured down, and the rain soaked the grass and drooped, and the lake splashed countless blisters, and the air was filled with the smell of mud and grass being wet.

Cold, restless.

The creaky windows were silently closed, but the sound outside was still unusual.

The rain was heavy, the water was accumulating very quickly, and the mountain stream began to swell, and then it rushed down like a monster sweeping through the sand, rocks, and vegetation!

The torrents from all directions converged, and after almost a day of precipitation, they rushed to the bottom of the mountain like crazy.

At the same time, the river swelled, and the sediment was swept up by the churning waves, and the originally clear water suddenly became turbid.

The tumbling and roaring water of the river, like a greedy mouth, crushed the embankments and stone bridges......

The town's radio was played back and forth to pay attention to the flash flood, but the circuit was destroyed and the broadcast came to an abrupt end.

Because of this, all the electrical circuits in the town were destroyed, and as dusk approached, everyone ran out of their homes in a panic.

Regardless of the heavy rain outside, the fleeing people had enough strength to run to the heights.

The dense crowd rushed towards the top of the mountain, and the human beings who thought they were proud at the moment were like ants in front of nature.

The crying and shouting were endless, and Qingshan Town, which was originally calm and peaceful, couldn't bear to look at it like purgatory.

Sister-in-law Zhang took the child's hand and ran desperately up the mountain, but when she was halfway through the run, she suddenly found that the child she had been holding was gone......

On the mountainside, she cried out the name of Ping'an, and the crowd swelled, only she rushed down desperately.

Her children......

Her child is gone......

Under the Huaiyang tree, Su Xiaoqian covered the paper bag in her hand with more than a dozen layers inside and out, she hid the paper bag on the branch, and then took her grandfather's hand and ran up the mountain.

But the flood rose mercilessly up the mountainside, and the muddy water was filled with white and swollen corpses, blood-stained back baskets, and driftwood......

The cold wind and rain hit the face hard, and the numbing pain and cold made people almost collapse.

Su Xiaoqian held her grandfather's hand tightly, but the sky was unforgiving, and the boulder rolled down with the soil, and then smashed straight in the direction of Su Xiaoqian.

There is no retreat from the line between life and death.

The old man grabbed the girl's hand, and before he had time to think, he jumped straight into the flood next to him.

In the rapid flood, the old man grabbed the roots of the trees that were half-exposed on the cliffs, and the water was extremely fast, mixed with rubble and corpses.

"Xiaoqian, climb up with your grandfather!" the old man shouted in a hoarse voice, and the old man repeated several times when he saw that the girl was indifferent.

Su Xiaoqian shook her head desperately like a rattle.

She can't, she can't!

But the branches had already begun to break, and it was too late to run.

The blood from the palm of the old man's hand flowed little by little to the roots and vines, and the rain ran down his cheeks to obscure his vision.

In the midst of the chaos, a boy's voice rang out:

"Xiao Qian and Grandpa catch this first!"

Immediately afterwards, a thick hemp rope was thrown in front of Su Xiaoqian and the old man.

The old man said that he wanted Su Xiaoqian to go first, and at this time it was too late to excuse himself, Su Xiaoqian grabbed the rope with one hand and grabbed her grandfather tightly with the other.

And when she was halfway up, Su Xiaoqian looked at the person pulling the rope in surprise:

The leader was Zhang Ping'an, and there was an unfamiliar man behind him.

"Peace!"

Su Xiaoqian smiled, he didn't expect Ping An to be here.

Zhang Ping'an and the man behind him pulled Su Xiaoqian and the old man hard, and the beads of sweat and rain on their foreheads hazy their eyes.

"Xiaoqian, it's almost there!" Zhang Ping'an shouted with a smile.

Every time he said a word, the rain on his face poured into his mouth.

- "Boom!"

Suddenly, a wooden stake rolled down from upstream.

Then, without warning, smashed at Su Xiaoqian and the old man.

The rope was stained with blood and shook out of his palm, and Ping'an's feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Ping'an's head slammed on the stone next to him, and in an instant, blood flowed.

And Su Xiaoqian and the old man were also swept into the sediment and went downstream with the flood.

……

The rain was still falling, and after the flood, the mudslides were triggered again.

In the mountains and forests, Fu Zhu was not wet with rain, and he watched Su Xiaoqian fall into the flood, covered in blood......

Suddenly, it was as if something was shattering, breaking, and then crushed into mud.

There was silence for a long time, until the rain became lighter and the wind dissipated.

As if he had made up his mind, he jumped to his feet and ran straight down the water.

The rain brushed past him, and the leaves swirled in the wind.

Run, only run......

Between the mountainsides, the white deer transformed from the hollow, and the original white deer had become a young man in white clothes.

The young man's ice-blue pupils stared straight ahead, and behind him, the mountain god dissuaded again and again.

Spirits and humans shouldn't interact with each other in the first place.

And changing one's life against the sky will pay a painful price.

The wind drove the rain to sprinkle the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly and thundered.

The boy rushed to the flood desperately, and his originally clean white robe was soaked with sewage little by little.

The bottom of the water was filled with sand and stones, and from time to time there were whitish corpses floating by.

Fu Zhu frowned, looking for the clean and beautiful girl.

His fingers were cut by the sand and stones, and his body was gradually covered with wounds and blood.

I don't know how long I searched, but the rain almost stopped, and the original white robe on my body was in tatters.

Blood and dirt stuck to the white robe, and he didn't care about it, still swimming in the murky waters.

The flood was still churning, and a bloodied four-horned white deer jumped out of the flood.

On the back of the four-horned white deer lay a girl who was also drenched in blood, the girl's face was pale and her body was slightly swollen.

The girl died, her hands hanging limply on her husband's back.

Blood and mud flowed down the girl's pale fingers, little by little.

Fu Zhu hissed in a low voice at the flood, and finally rushed towards the mountain forest without hesitation.