"Xunfeng Xiaolou" sounds very meaningful, quite a kind of martial arts charm in the ancient dragon, but in fact it is an ordinary farmhouse, the people who originally lived in the scenic spot, in order to have more income, they changed their own houses into hotels that can eat and stay, and the meals eaten by tourists are grown in their own fields, pure natural and pollution-free, and there are many mountain delicacies that can not be eaten in big cities.

For those who are in the big city, this is indeed a paradise, every year on the national holiday, the farmhouse in the Jiulu Village, basically in short supply, many people who come to travel can not find a place to live, and even bring their own tents to sleep in the wild, probably these urban elites regard this place as a haven to forget the glitz for a short time, in order to be able to return to the basics in a short period of time, back to nature.

After cleaning up the room, Si Qi carried a bag of snacks and drinks, and said to Shi Jing: "Let's go, I'll take you to pick wild fruits, you stay in Jincheng all day, you must not have picked wild fruits on the mountain, right?"

Probably there are only three of them here, there is no need to face all kinds of relatives, and there is no need to live with courage all the time, there is no fear and anxiety like a shadow, since leaving the town, Jing's face is no longer as white as paper, but has a faint redness, and the light of his eyes is no longer dark and deep, showing a little clear and bright, the whole person seems to be blistered open, and the eyebrows and eyes are shallow smiles.

Hearing this, Shi Jing winked at her and asked, "What wild fruit?"

Si Qi sold a pass, and said with a smile: "When you get to the mountain, you can see for yourself." ”

Two big and one small, Shi Jing took the snack bag and carried it himself, Xiaojun held the small pot, Si Qi asked the boss to borrow a sickle and a cloth bag, and the three of them picked a path to climb the cliff not far away.

Although Si Xiaojun has short legs, his endurance is very good, he runs far ahead alone, urging them to hurry up from time to time, Si Qi takes into account Shi Jing's emaciated body that seems to be blown away by the wind, and does not dare to walk too fast, and occasionally points to the flowers and trees on the side of the road to make a few simple introductions while walking, so as to avoid the road being too quiet, which will deepen Shi Jing's embarrassment, and she herself is not very accustomed to silence is golden.

Shi Jing still didn't talk much, but occasionally asked a few questions, and the most important thing was that he didn't seem to stutter much in the past two days.

Their destination is the chaotic jungle under the cliff, under the cliff is a barren grassland, it is now the autumn season, the season when everything is withered, except for a few perennial verdant trees, the others are slowly drifting yellow, there is a huge mountain rock in the middle of the meadow, about three meters high, four or five meters long, there are some half-foot-high weeds growing on it, the whole boulder lies horizontally in the middle of the grass, like an optimus pillar.

Si Qi led Shi Jing around the rock, turned his head sideways and asked, "What do you think this stone looks like?"

Shi Jing said: "Horse." ”

"That's right, that's why this barren grassland is called Shimatang. Si Qi led him as he walked and said, "There is another legend about this stone horse. ”

Shi Jing followed behind her and talked very interestingly: "What legend?"

Si Qi took out a bottle of mineral water from the bag at his feet, and was about to unscrew it, but he didn't expect Shi Jing to take it quickly, unscrew it for her, and then handed the water to her without raising his head, his fair cheeks were slightly red, and even his earlobes were almost red into transparent color, probably this kind of gentlemanly behavior was the first time he did it, and he didn't cultivate to one-tenth of the playboy of the peacock,

So it looks like the business is exceptionally unskilled.

Such legends are mostly made up, but Shi Jing listened very seriously, staring at Si Qi without blinking, his originally dark and deep eyes were very clear, and he seemed to be able to see another clear figure from his pupils.

Si Qi glanced at him quickly, and said, "The villagers were scared, thinking that this stone horse was spiritual, so they would bleed, so they stopped in fright. ”

She saw Shi Jing's serious appearance of a child listening to the story, and inexplicably wanted to laugh, so she hurriedly brushed her hair behind her ears, and continued: "I didn't expect that night here began to wind and rain heavily, lightning and thunder for several days, the wind was like something crying loudly, crying The whole mountain town was panicked, and then there was a very famous old-timer, held a very grand ceremony to apologize to Shima, and the bad weather stopped, and then this place was renamed Shimatang, which is a kind of commemoration. ”

This kind of feudal superstitious stories can be searched on the Internet at any time, all kinds of things, what strange and strange are everything, in the end Si Qi also laughed, while laughing and said: "I came here for the first time in the third grade of primary school, after listening to my father, I didn't sleep for several days, as long as I fell asleep, I could always dream of a horse lying on the ground and crying to the sky, crying was particularly miserable, several times I wanted to reach out and touch it, but unfortunately I woke up every time I just touched it." ”

When Shi Jing heard this, he couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, showing a little smile, he hesitated for a moment before he mustered up the courage to ask: "Why do you want to touch it?"

Si Qi's eyes bent, revealing a faint smile, "Do you want it to stop crying?" When I was a child, I was very innocent, and I saw it crying very sadly in my dream, so I wanted to comfort and comfort it. ”

Shi Jing was slightly stunned, he looked at Si Qi blankly, his lips trembled, and for a moment, his brain seemed to be suddenly stuffed with many questions, each of which scrambled to hit his brain and the tip of his tongue, but in the end he was held down.

Actually, he really wanted to ask, if you dream of a horse crying in a dream, do you still want to touch it and make it stop crying? If you dream of a person who is squatting in the dark and crying silently, will you still walk over and want him to stop crying?

Unfortunately, he couldn't ask these questions, and he couldn't ask them, so he hastily turned his gaze away and swallowed the countless questions along with the air.

Si Qi took a bottle of water for him, and then led him to continue walking to the edge of the cliff, Si Xiaojun squatted on the pile of rocks, holding a bunch of red wild fruits like grapes in his hand, eating happily, and his mouth was full of light red wild juice water.

"Daddy, try it, this is delicious. Si Xiaojun jumped down from the rocks, held a bunch of fruits and handed them to Shi Jing, and said quite courteously: "This is a wild fruit, Jincheng can't buy it, Dad, you eat, Dad, you eat." "Looking at his attentive appearance, his own mother was probably temporarily forgotten by him.

Shi Jing hurriedly put the water on the stone on the side, took it with both hands, picked one and put it in his mouth, sweet, slightly sour, similar to the taste of grape, but more delicious, and you can smell a faint fragrance.

"Dad, is it delicious?" Si Xiaojun looked expectant.

Shi Jing nodded, and handed the wild fruit to Si Qi again, but Si Qi shook his head and motioned for him to eat it himself.

Si Xiaojun looked at him with a smile and said, "Dad, let's pick more fruits, leave some for grandparents and grandmothers, and leave some to take back to grandpa and grandma, okay?"

Shi Jing: "......" He really didn't dare to agree to this question, so he turned his head to look at Si Qi.

The latter touched Si Xiaojun's head, and just smiled slightly: "Then you hurry up and pick it yourself, and you can only be sincere when you pick it yourself." ”

The simple-minded son was fooled away by her in a blink of an eye.

Si Qi pointed to the overwhelming vines behind the pile of rocks, as well as the dense red wild fruits on it, and said: "This is called Schisandra, it is a wild fruit, similar in appearance to grapes, so it is also called wild grapes, but its particles are smaller than grape * grapes, and the taste is better, it is also a very valuable medicinal material, according to Shennong's herbal records, it can nourish and strengthen the effect, and Qiongzhen Ganoderma lucidum can effectively treat insomnia." ”

"Schisandra?" Shi Jing had heard of this name, many of the Chinese medicines he had eaten had such medicinal materials, but he had never seen them with his own eyes, he looked up at the whole piece of red skewers, and couldn't help but pick another one and put it in his mouth, and then said, "It's really delicious." ”

"Of course, if it's not delicious, can I bring you up?" Si Qi pursed his lips and smiled, took out a cloth bag and climbed up the pile of rocks, and said: "I specially asked the boss for a bag to fill the fruit, the local people have seen more, although they know that it is precious, but the local area can not sell it, and it is not cost-effective to transport it out, so let them rot on the mountain after they are ripe, when I was a child, I used to go up the mountain with my father to pick it up and dry it back to dry it as a preserved fruit to eat." ”

Shi Jing put the string of scolds in his hand into his mouth two or three times, and hurriedly went up to help pick the fruit, two big and one small were busy for a long time, and the cloth bag was finally full, and even the bag they used to hold snacks was vacated to contain schisandra.

"Mommy, I still have to pick some more, take them back and give them to Yuan Yuan and Miao Miao, they must have never eaten Schisandra, and I have to give them to Teacher Wang, Teacher Xie and Teacher Zhou, as well as the principal's grandmother and the doorman's grandfather. Si Xiaojun kept talking, and kept eating, his face was full of juice, like a safflower cat, and everyone in the community who could be called by name was recited by him, according to him, they had to pick all the fruits of this half of the mountain before they could give it away.

Si Qi glanced at him and couldn't help but want to laugh, and said while laughing: "Then you pick it slowly yourself, and I'll eat a little with my father first." ”

After speaking, he walked to the big stone slab next to him with a cloth bag and sat down, the snacks were taken out by Si Xiaojun and piled aside, Si Qi took a bag of potato chips for Shi Jing, and opened a bag and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.