Carrying Sichuan again, the two tacitly bypassed the village, perhaps not like an outsider who made waves, only ran to the iconic stone wall, the place where the end overlapped with the end of life.

Gong San'er would love to call it the final diǎn, but unfortunately only so many people know about it.

There is no tiger in the mountain, and even a mountain jump can not be encountered, which makes Sichuan, which has some expectations for this mountain, a little disappointed, perhaps it is destined not to find what a child wants, only adults may see it with tears in their eyes to feel the real sad scene.

I don't know how long the journey is, these visitors, impartiality, fortunately, did not break the only remaining atmosphere here.

Gong San'er looked at the tomb from afar, although it was already a new day, but he couldn't find a trace of vitality from here, Gong San'er didn't see Uncle Dao, the authentic farmer of Qinglong Village, but from Uncle Dao, Gong San'er could see a trace of things that didn't seem like a Diao people should have, in his bones, Uncle Dao was different from the Diao people in Qinglong Village, but as for what was the different method, Gong San'er really couldn't say a rough idea.

However, Gong San'er didn't put this qiē in his heart, after all, this most remote place in China has nothing to do with him in this life, let alone the people here.

Maybe he really thought wrong, Gong San'er really had something to do with this place he never imagined.

"Arrived?" Sichuan asked, looking at the road ahead except for the grave bag.

Dayue put down Sichuan, diǎn diǎn head, and put a big hand on Sichuan's head, as if to prevent Sichuan from running around in this forest full of unknowns.

Incomparably deserted, Gong San'er walked forward, only to find that the name of the tombstone was so clearly visible, as if it had just been wiped down.

Who could be the person wiping this?

Gong San'er planned to wait here for the wiping person, but there was no answer until it was dark, Gong San'er had a hunch that the wiping person would never come, after all, there were too many unknowns in the poor mountains and bad waters, even if Uncle Dao died, it would not be strange.

Sichuan bored with the nearby weeds, Dayue sat under a huge red pine tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, exceptionally quiet, in the night it seemed that he could hear the wolf howl far away from here, but to these three people, even ∏ dǐng∏diǎn∏ Xiao ∏ said, .2$3.o↖s_(); As far as small Sichuan is concerned, this is a commonplace thing.

Gong San'er circled around this small tomb, and Sichuan looked dizzy, and munched on the dried buns that he brought up the mountain.

"Master, who is buried here?" Sichuan couldn't help but ask, wondering who could make them come all the way from Beijing.

"You don't know." Gong San'er said with some disdain.

"It can't have anything to do with the person you saved that day, right?" Sichuan's little brain is running quite well, and I don't know if it's a coincidence or a mistake.

Gong San'er stopped, bent over with his hands behind his back, looked at Sichuan like an old lady, and silently diǎn his head, which can be regarded as an endorsement of Sichuan's statement.

Sichuan didn't have any joyful looks, let alone the joy of guessing correctly, and honestly closed his mouth, it seems that the biggest difference between Sichuan and a child of the same age is that he clearly understands when to laugh and when not to laugh. For Sichuan, guessing a dead person is definitely not something to celebrate.

Finally, Gong San'er stomped his feet in one place, and it seemed that he had chosen this place, which was not entirely dependent on the small tomb, but it was almost somewhere.

Dayue diǎn diǎn head, after all, it is completely Gong San'er's job, and he can't interject, although this young master doesn't have anything to do.

Late at night, Sichuan fell asleep in this very uncertain place, and it seemed that he was not worried, maybe only this Gong San'er and Dayue were still there, which could give this child countless sense of security, and he could sleep wherever he went.

Another night, and when Sichuan woke up again, one grave bag became two grave bags, like clones. This is the masterpiece of Dayue and Gong San'er who never slept all night.

There is a huge tree erected in front of this small tomb, a little sloppy, but it makes people unable to say the word sloppy, with three words engraved on it, but Sichuan, who has not been to school, really can't read it, and it seems to look at Gong San'er for help.

Gong San'er, who was stunned looking at these three words with a small branch in his mouth, muttered: "Zhao Kuangchao." ”

Sichuan seemed to have heard of this name, and suddenly thought of that not very impressive face, an outsider, and that for the first time in his life, a guy who told him how vast the outside world was but didn't take him out of that village.

"Do you know?" Gong San'er said with a smile, he had heard Dayue tell the story of Zhao Kuangchao and Sichuan, and he also knew that the Sichuan in front of him would not be able to be the commander in his life, or he would not have been, or because he had moved that string.

Sichuan diǎn diǎn head, thinking about every sentence that the man said, he found that he had not forgotten a sentence, as if it had some magic power, deeply rooted in Sichuan's heart.

Gong San'er smiled slightly, spit out the branch in his mouth and slowly got up, although he didn't stop all night, he stretched his waist, as if he was lazy.

Da Yue also got up silently and looked at the tomb bag, as if he was looking at that guy, I have to say that the position that Gong San'er picked is really good, but the two tomb bags here always give people a very mismatched feeling, like what is missing, as for what is missing, Da Yue can't figure it out for a while, maybe there is still one missing.

Gong San'er kept walking around the two graves this time, as if he was looking at his artwork, and kept rubbing a white stone in his hand. In the end, Gong San'er put this small stone on the side of Zhao Kuang's mass grave bag.

Gong San'er was relieved.

"Let's go." Gong San'er said.

Dayue diǎn diǎn head, picked up Sichuan, as if carrying a chicken, and directly threw Sichuan to Dayue's back.

Sichuan pouted, reluctant, but helpless, no matter how hard his little fist hit, it hit Dayue deeply like hitting the city wall.

The three of them came so softly and left gently, leaving only a grave bag, and also left a doubt in Sichuan's mind that he couldn't understand, why did they leave a grave bag? Why is there no burial in this bag what should be buried in the bag?

Is Zhao Kuangran really dead? The child looked back at the two graves, thinking about something, thinking about things that should not be thought about at this age, very far away, very far away stories, something that only this child in this world can understand.

Since the first time I saw the fiancée, Zhao Kuangchao has not seen him again, only a middle-aged woman takes care of his eating, drinking, Lazar, the middle-aged woman has not even said a word to Zhao Kuangchan in the past few days, and even made Zhao Kuangchan think that she is mute, if it weren't for the middle-aged woman who looked at him standing up this morning and spit out a word.

Perhaps this is the most comfortable day Zhao Kuanglan has ever had in Beijing, although this is the day when Zhao Kuangan wants to stand up the most.

But now, even though Zhao Kuangran can barely stand up, whether he can get out of this room is also a problem, as if he is imprisoned, this feeling makes Zhao Kuangan very crazy. It's like a person who can't see and can't speak, even though he has thousands of feelings in his heart.

Trying to stand up on the side of the bed, Zhao Kuangran felt like his whole body was going to fall apart, his bones were rattling, Zhao Kuangran gritted his teeth, controlled his legs, and took a step forward with all his strength, almost using all his strength, the door was only a few meters away from Zhao Kuangran, Zhao Kuangran groped and walked, although with each step, the cold sweat on his forehead became a little thicker.

Until the moment he reached the doorknob, Zhao Kuang seemed to have lost all his body, and he didn't even have the strength to twist the door.

After resting for about ten minutes, Zhao Kuangran unscrewed the doorknob, and it was a night in his eyes, a courtyard with an ancient style, Zhao Kuangran didn't know why these huge families always wanted to create some such scenes, if it weren't for the high-rise buildings in Beijing, if it weren't for the incomparable high-rise buildings in Beijing, look at this ancient courtyard, it was particularly nondescript.

Zhao Kuangran crossed the threshold, breathing in the hard-won fresh air, with the familiar smell of Beijing, the smell of haze, and I don't know if he was really stunned, Zhao Kuangran actually smelled a sense of security from the air.

The empty courtyard and the ground of Tuda are almost extinct in Beijing, but when Zhao Kuangran stepped on the ground again, some very special strength poured out of his body.

In the pavilion opposite sat a woman, a woman who was a little ethereal in the moonlight, Zhao Kuang walked towards her, step by step was extremely difficult, he wanted to know something.

Finally walked to the pavilion that was not far away, Zhao Kuang panted and looked at the woman who was sitting quietly, and just wanted to say something, but the woman said, "Sit down and rest." ”

It was a very comforting voice, as if Zhao Kuangran's fluctuating heart had calmed down when he heard this voice.

Zhao Kuangran sat down from the opposite place of the woman, and the woman looked at him like this, although there was no superfluous look in her pupils.

"Is there a moon today?" The woman asked softly, maybe this was a very naïve answer, an answer that would have been given when she raised her head.

"Yes." Zhao Kuangran understood something, and completely let down his vigilance, not because this woman couldn't see anything, but because this woman didn't belong to the kind of people who would make people feel estranged.

"Round or curved?" The woman said, as if she had seen the guy sitting across from her.

"It's not round, it's not bent." Zhao Kuang replied chaotically.

The woman smiled, a faint smile as bright as moonlight.

"Are there any stars?" The woman is like a child, begging and begging.

"Nope." Zhao Kuang shook his head with regret in his tone.

The woman's expression slowly fell into loneliness, and she muttered, "You know what? How beautiful are the stars in Tibet? ”