He Wan'er pursed his lips in agreement, watching the two comb-like mountains in front of him getting closer and closer, knowing that he was gradually getting closer to the Nine Whiskers Sea.

She gradually forgot about the pain, and her attention was drawn to the increasing number of pineapple trees hanging on the side of the road.

This is a lichen, a plant of the pineapple family, which grows on the branches of old trees deep in the mountains or on the rocks of high mountains, in the form of hanging filaments.

It is said that this thing has extremely high requirements for the environment, and it cannot survive with a little pollution, so it is becoming more and more rare.

He Guan'er had also seen pineapple trees hanging in other places, but he didn't expect that here in Jiuxuhai, it would be so dense, hanging on the fir branches in patches, wisps as ethereal and light as tassels, only one or two meters above the ground, as if they could be caught by reaching out.

A few minutes later, the winding mountain road passed, and He Waner's eyes suddenly opened up.

The entrance to the scenic spot is very simple, but a few wooden shelves, and a big sheep's head is hung in the middle.

A few dozen meters from the entrance, there are several wooden sheds, which look like they should be a place to sell snacks when the scenic spot is opened, but now it is empty and no longer in use.

A few dozen meters further in, there is a mess of wood.

The uncle put her down at the lumber pile, and He Guaner took out twenty yuan to him, but the uncle refused to accept the money.

The uncle told her that the people in the village went to the river a few kilometers away today, set up tents and played dams, because the New Year of Gongbu is coming, and the villagers who have been busy for a year have put down their work and gathered together to carnival, this time it will be a full ten days, and today is the first day.

In the summer and autumn, the people here invite relatives and friends, or take the village as a unit, drive the horse-drawn cart, set up a white tent, drink, sing, play strings, dance the pot, and sometimes stay up all night to enjoy the carnival.

It's a bit like the popular camping in the mainland, but it's longer, more crowded, and a little more primitive.

"It's about to freeze, and the construction team has withdrawn. Haizi, I'm afraid you're the only one, but you have to pay attention to safety. Also, you can't use fire inside, if you want to eat, go down to the stockade, and you can see tents two miles along the Lengze River. When the time comes, report my name to Wangdui, and someone will entertain you. ”

After the uncle finished instructing, he said that he would go to the forest farm in front, and the cheerful sound of moving and beating gradually faded away.

He Wan'er is basically in a state of leaving her left ear and exiting her right ear, and her attention has long been attracted by the scenery in front of her.

In front of him was a large neat coniferous forest, with tall straight trunks mottled with moss, and pineapples on the branches dense like hanging green curtains.

He Wan'er didn't go in immediately, she stood under the pine tree at the mouth of the ditch, tiptoeing to finally reach a hanging tree hanging from a wisp of branches.

There was no imaginary moist dampness, but a loose and crisp tissue, which spread out with a slight twist of her fingertips, leaving only a faint green.

This plant, which is rare to see elsewhere, actually has a strong antibacterial effect, clearing heat, detoxifying and dissolving stasis, which can not only be used to treat tracheitis, but also has other wonderful advantages.

He Wan'er remembered what his father said before, the trees of Jiuxuhai were hung and plucked, and he boiled water to soak his feet, which cured his athlete's foot for many years.

She raised her eyes to look at Haizi in the distance. In the sun, the lake in the distance is crystal clear, and two comb-shaped peaks stand on the edge of the lake, with a little snow still on the top.

Raising her feet, she stepped on the thick fallen leaves of the primeval forest, and the sound of fluttering under her feet, the fat squirrels scurried at her feet, and they were not afraid of people at all.

Walking in from the entrance, she walked very lightly and slowly, and it only took ten minutes to reach the Sea of Nine Whiskers.

This is a highland lake, known locally as Haizi. The white pagoda by the sea is already a little mottled, but the prayer flags wrapped around the tower are still bright.

On the other side of Haizi, there is a large meadow, the grass on the meadow is green and yellow, a few black yaks are grazing, and several streams are babbling like half of the jade belt, and the melting snow water on the snow-capped mountains surrounding Haizi flows to the lower places.

In the stream, there are several dead trees of different shapes, some standing in the water with teeth and claws, some prostrate on the ground, the bark polished by the flowing water and the wind, stretching in different forms in the sun.

This fairyland-like paradise, if she hadn't really been there, she would never believe that this was a real place.

He stood against the lake for a long time, until he was dazzled by the sun.

After going around and around, and missing a few times, she finally came to this place.

She put down her bag by the lake, put her hand to her lips, and shouted at the snow-capped mountain on the other side of the lake: "Dad! I'm here! ”

Before he finished shouting, he was already choked.

If people really wander around the world after death, collecting the footprints they left behind before their deaths, then Dad's birthplace, Jiusuhai, is the last place where his soul takes refuge.

He Wan'er never believed in any ghosts and gods, but for some reason, he always wanted to take a look at the place of Jiusuhai.

Of course, there can't be any gains, and it has nothing to do with the truth she has been pursuing, at most it is just a way for her to express her grief.

came to this trip, and I also counted a wish.

He Guan'er stroked a tree beside him and couldn't help crying.

The bark was hard, and an abrupt thorn stinged her fingertips, He Wan'er didn't realize it, only looked up at the clear blue sky above her head, and shouted again: "Dad, are you there? Are you here?"

The forest was empty, and only the echo of her shouts startled the birds in the depths of the woods to fly, and the shadows of their wings crossed her head.

It was like the wind that someone brought up when they passed, shattering the dappled sunlight on the ground, and like a pair of similarly large and warm hands, the shadows that fell when they gently fell and picked up above her head.

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and his tears gradually dried up.

She looked at the blue sky and suddenly remembered that if there was a dream after death, she would be able to dream by now, maybe her father would be able to dream and tell her in his dream?

For example, what she wants to know most is the secret about Zhuo Anran.

Suddenly thinking of Zhuo Anran, He Wan'er uncontrollably thought of another name.

Mo Chunshan.

"Ah!" she clutched her head in annoyance, and the only trace of sadness she had left was gone.

Why do you think of this unlucky name again? She said that her vigorous and resolute reputation is about to be lost in this name!

She hurriedly stood up and circled around the lake, trying to distract herself by admiring the view.

The Nine Whiskers Sea is a completely primitive scenery, there are few people in ordinary times, and at this time the off-season and the scenic spot is closed, and the huge place is He Waner alone.

She walked around the lake, and was glad that she had come to this pure land before the Great Development of the Nine Suke Sea.

Once the road around the lake is repaired and full of tourists, this beautiful and pristine scenery is bound to be destroyed.

If nothing else, let's just say that the clusters of trees hanging, if there are more cars, the air pollution will gradually wither.

The lake water is clear and transparent, the grass by the lake grows into a velvet blanket, and the color of the color forest is like oil paint being splashed into the landscape, purple, yellow, green, red, colorful, beautiful.

The clear water of the lake has no end in sight, there is not a trace of wind, and the surface of the lake is like a mirror. Then the mountains and the water, the water and the sky became one, and suddenly I saw that the reflection reflected in the water was extremely symmetrical with the mountain, and it was like a goblet poured on the horizon.

He Waner's eyes lit up, as if she had found a treasure, she took out her camera to take a picture, she adjusted the angle several times, and finally ventured to step on a dead tree that fell into the lake by the lake, and finally took a photo that she was most satisfied with.

The sky is clear, the lake is like a mirror, and the colorful forest is like a painting, and anyone can see the shape of the wine glass at a glance.

She was stunned for a while, and wanted to post a circle of friends on a whim, but when she took out her mobile phone, she found that there was no signal at all.

By the way, the girl at the front desk, the van driver and the uncle with the most dazzling ethnic style all reminded her that there was no signal in the scenic spot, and they all told her to pay attention to safety, why did she forget it?

He Wan'er smiled, looked at the remaining half of the battery, simply turned off the phone, and circled around Haizi.

A few yaks grazing on the meadows, and a chestnut wild horse, wandering by the lake, with its big dark brown tail wagging around, leisurely, seems not afraid of people at all.

He Wan'er was a little afraid of it, for fear of getting close to her and stumbling on her, so he had to bypass it and walk towards the snow-capped mountains not far away.

However, the snow-capped mountain seemed to be close, and she walked for more than an hour, but she could not see the foot of the mountain.

Sure enough, Wangshan ran away from the dead horse, He Waner shrugged helplessly, and had to turn back.

Unless she really wanted to spend the night in this forest where there were suspected beasts, it was best not to go too far.

He Wan'er reluctantly turned around, and suddenly found that a shadow appeared in the blue sky above his head.

Then, something fell from mid-air and slammed down on her, white and tiny like grains of salt.

He Wan'er stretched out his hand and caught one.

"Snow felt?"

She watched as the snowdrops on her fingertips turned into water, and the familiar and unfamiliar words in her memory jumped out.

Sure enough, half of the sky overhead was a gray cloud, and the small snowdrops drifted from the direction of the cloud and rolled down the woods, lakes, and meadows.

He Wan'er remembered what his father once told her, snow felt is not snow, it is just a small snow bead blown by a gust of wind, and it will not fall much soon, and it will stop after a while.

With the snow felt to help the fun, He Wan'er was in high spirits, she watched the snow felt like a grain of rice, falling into the water and rippling, and took many photos before she caught the moment of satisfaction.

Having seen enough of the snow, she went into the forest again, looking for wild fungi in the forest with great interest.

Without the guidance of professionals, even if there are wild mushrooms, she certainly does not dare to pick or eat, just to find this elf hiding in the dense forest, the most primitive and beautiful picture between the intertwined time.

After taking hundreds of pictures, He Wan'er raised his head and straightened up, and after realizing that his back hurt, and the light around him was unusually dim.

He Wan'er blinked and subconsciously raised his head.

The blue sky overhead had unconsciously turned gray, and thick clouds were still pressing. The snowy felt, which was like a grain of rice just now, did not seem to stop, but became larger and larger, passing through the dense coniferous forest and tree hangings, and falling on her face.

A chill.

Unexpectedly, it was really snowing.

He Wan'er was excited, hurriedly packed up his things, and walked in the direction he came.