Zhiqiu suddenly stopped, and a gust of wind blew over, almost blowing out the candle!" "Ziyun leaned on the big stone, the mountain in the morning was blown up by the wind, rolling in the pool, thick, like a somersault cloud under the feet of Sun Wukong, Daewoo listened intently, Zhaoyang took out a cigarette from his pocket, was snatched by Ziyun, he took out another one, lit it for Ziyun, and took a deep breath himself...

"Just now, I heard your heartbeat clearly!" Zhiqiu said loudly in the rain.

"Shhhhhhh ”

"The last lap, come with me," Ziyun's face glowed red, he looked back at Zhiqiu, Zhiqiu nodded, the two of them held umbrellas, held candles, and slowly walked around the Bird Tower.

"Ding ding", the corner bell is still melodious with the wind.

"Chirp", the collective chirping of the birds is accompanied by the vibration of the feathers.

"Knock knock", "knock knock", Ziyun clearly felt the delicate frequency of a heart in Zhiqiu's chest, she seemed to be able to read the meaning of the heartbeat, she looked at Zhiqiu again, and found that Zhiqiu was also looking at herself affectionately, holding the small candle tightly with four hands, step by step, step by step!

"We're finally done the 7th lap," Ziyun said after taking the last puff of his cigarette and gently exhaling a string of smoke rings...

Raindrops dripped from Zhiqiu's short wet hair, Ziyun raised his head, looking up at the angular boy's face, long eyelashes, big and dark eyes, Ziyun felt that her eyes were so small, she blinked, Zhiqiu threw away the umbrella, leaned over and hugged Ziyun's waist, and her lips first gently knocked on Ziyun's eyes, itchy. Then, sliding through his cheeks, slowly, the two "bang-bang" beating hearts finally came together.

"It's been a long time, it's the wax oil on the candle that burns me, let's wake up," the two people embracing each other lingered in happiness, at this moment, the rainstorm finally slowly stopped, from between the branches, faintly floating the faint shadow of the moon, wrapped in thick clouds, the birds chirped loudly, echoing in the empty tower floors, making a lingering "buzzing" sound.

The candle is about to burn out, Zhiqiu asked Ziyun to put the candle in the arch of the tower, the two of them walked down the steps, the cat waist into the arch of the tower, this is the bluestone and clay to build the tower, as a cultural intersection of the city, this form of tower in the ancient city is many, the size is different, the form is not the same, they accompany the ancient city people to live a happy life, has become a part of the city life.

"There are six sides of the Bird Tower, only one of which has an arch and is recessed, we put the candle in it and prepare to come out, but..."

"However, the candle did not stabilize and poured! The wax oil flowed out along the bluestone, Zhiqiu hurriedly went back to straighten the candle, at this time, I suddenly heard Zhiqiu calling me loudly..."

Ziyun turned his head, and he saw that Zhiqiu was pointing to the bluestone brick dripping with wax oil with a surprised expression.

"Come and see!" Zhiqiu called her.

Ziyun crawled over again, and saw a line of small characters engraved on the bluestone brick that had just dried up:

Where is Bodhi now?

Zhiqiu gently picked off the floating dust on the brick with his fingernails, and saw that there was another line of words on the left side:

Where to find the mountain

At the bottom left of the two lines of characters, four small characters are engraved, "Kobo Shadow".

"It's a neat book," Ziyun said.

A romantic birthday ended like this, "Painting Mountain", a magical name, let Zhiqiu, who had finished riding a bicycle to send Ziyun and return the car to the second egg, had not slept all night.

The next morning, Zhiqiu began to have a fever.