After climbing for about ten minutes, Ying Ying saw a big stone covered with moss standing on the side of the mountain, engraved with the three big characters of "Yunying Mountain".

Fusang uses Chinese characters and reveres calligraphy, and these three characters are written very neatly and spiritually.

Ying Ying once spent time with Lin on the top of this mountain, practicing the inner spiritual method.

But every time Lin took her, climbing the mountain like walking on the ground, fast and steady.

But now I climbed the mountain alone, but I found that the mountain was higher and steeper than I imagined.

And without Lin's guidance, she didn't know which way to go, so she had to find another way.

With only her instincts, she climbed the branches of the trees around her and climbed upward.

When using the power of trees, she tries to be as gentle as possible, and takes good care of every plant around her.

Fortunately, although the mountain looks steep, it doesn't take much effort to climb it.

It's just that the mountain is very big, and a young girl walked in, as if she had walked into a huge labyrinth, and suddenly disappeared into it.

For several days in the mountains, she tried to choose a different path to find.

However, not to mention the remains of the shrine, not even a single broken tile has been seen, and there are dense trees and towering giant trees everywhere.

On this day, she had nothing to gain again, and she went down the mountain with a little depression.

As she descended the mountain, she could faintly see a dense foliage in front of her, as if a wooden roof was exposed.

Is there anyone here?" she thought, and her steps quickened as she walked in the direction of the wooden roof.

She walked softly, through a few chestnut bushes, and sure enough, she saw a wooden house there, surrounded by flowers and plants.

Ying Ying saw that this wooden house was very simple, with a shoji door on the wall, and a wooden platform outside the door, half a meter high on the ground.

A few small sparrows were scattered on the wooden platform, chirping.

Ying Ying tiptoed to the wooden house, and saw the mottled wood supporting the walls, as if it had been a long time.

There was a well by the wall, and moss spread around it, and at the mouth of the well was a small wooden bucket with a small wooden spoon in the barrel.

It seems that it is indeed inhabited.

She remembered that in the forest hut where she lived with her grandparents on Erhe Mountain, although she was in the mountains, there were neighbors next to her, and everyone usually came and went close to each other, and she didn't feel isolated from the world.

But this small wooden house, which is not visible from the foot of the mountain at all, and is not on the side of the main road up the mountain, seems to be a peerless and independent existence.

What kind of people live in the deep mountains and old forests and live an isolated life?

Her gaze moved to something on the wall, a broken cane, leaning against it, looking like it had been used by the owner.

Ying Ying stood outside the house for a while, feeling friendly and curious. I don't know if I should go and call the door, or just leave.

At this moment, a small sparrow that landed outside the gate of the wooden house flew away, leaving a pair of small footprints.

Ying Ying saw a layer of dust in front of the door, and it seemed that the owner was not at home.

I don't know if it's because of the sudden feeling of longing for the cottage in my hometown, or because I feel some pity for the owner of this peerless cabin.

Ying Ying picked up the wooden bucket next to the well, beat half a bucket of well water, and washed the wooden platform again, washing away the thick dust.

Then she rewound the hemp rope around the wellhead, tied it tightly, and washed the rain-soaked barrel and spoon.

After doing this, she felt a sense of joy in her heart.

You can't do things for your grandparents at home, do it for a stranger, and talk about it.

Let's see if it's getting late, let's go home, Yingying thought.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the wooden house, and there was an inexplicable kindness in his heart, and then he left gently.

****

On this day, Yingying came to school as usual.

Before the morning self-study began, the students in the classroom were in groups of three or five, chatting together.

She habitually glanced at Lin's seat.

It was still empty.

Although she was used to this fact, Yingying's heart suddenly felt empty, as if she had lost something.

Nanako, the class leader, walked into the class with a long ponytail, and said, "Let's take a physical examination report." ”

The classmates gathered around the class leader, Nanako, who shrewdly and competently called out her name one by one and handed out the physical examination report in her hand.

Every spring, it is the beginning of the school year for all schools in Fuso.

Because April is the cherry blossom season, the people of Fuso feel that this should be the beginning of a school year.

In the spring semester of each year, all students in the school are required to participate in the health examination.

Last week, Yingying's class had just taken a physical examination.

During the medical examination, boys and girls are separated and each wears only the most intimate clothing.

The head teacher, Mr. Kobayashi, finally returned to work, and he effectively organized the students to stand in line and act in an orderly manner.

It was also the first time Yingying had seen Mr. Kobayashi, he was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows, attractive single eyelids, and sparkling eyes.

Ying Ying once thought that Teacher Xiaolin was a weak and sickly little old man, but at first glance, she couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw that it was such a young and handsome teacher.