For the rest of the way, the two rarely spoke. Zhang Ci walked very steadily on his back, and Chen Qiuniang felt very tired, so he fell asleep on his back.

In a daze, it was like going back to when I was very young, my father was still alive, and she was sick. On a March night, it was pitch black. Dad carried him on his back on a twenty-mile mountain road to the town's hospital. When he passed by the mass grave, he whispered, "Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, don't sleep." ”

"Hmm." She replied, and she couldn't sleep.

Later, she only remembered that night, her father's back was very warm, the mountain wind was very cold, and the fluorescent lamp in the doctor's house was so bright, like the brightest sun in the day. It didn't take long for her to recover and her father died. Some people are rumored to have led her father to walk the mass grave late at night and was hooked. As she grew up, she felt unspeakable guilt and self-blame. Many times, she cried alone on the top of the mountain, shouting: Dad, I'm sorry. Dad, I miss you so much.

But the mountain didn't answer, and the cloud didn't seem to hear. She was so lonely, and her grandmother rarely paid attention to her affection, and rarely hugged her or carried her. In addition, her grandmother was weak, and sometimes she carried her, and she felt that her grandmother might fall. Later, she became a very strong person. But deep down, she still misses her father's back, so warm.

Years have passed, thirty years have passed, but no one has ever given this peace and security!

"Dad, I miss you so much." She said to herself, crying.

Zhang Ci felt the tears on his neck, and shouted in a low voice: "Yun'er, we have arrived." ”

She didn't answer, so he shouted more patiently and gently: "Yun'er, we're home." ”

Chen Qiuniang is sad and sad. Listening to the gentle and nice voice, I woke up in a daze. It was found that it was still on Zhang Ci's back. But the tears were even more turbulent, and he choked up and said, "I think of my father." When I was a kid. He always carried me on his back and protected me. I like to pick flowers from trees, and when I can't, he lifts me up and puts me on his shoulder—"

At this point, she could no longer speak, and began to cry. For so many years, she has avoided thinking of her father.

Zhang Ci heard her mention that her father died when she was very young, and she couldn't even remember what her father looked like. He thought she was too young then, but now he remembered that she wouldn't be too sad. But she didn't expect that there was such pain in her heart.

"Yun'er, be good." He had no choice but to say this, and at the same time put her down, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered comfort.

In his comfort, Chen Qiuniang gradually stopped crying, only to find that it was dusk, and there were only a few clouds in the sky. The light in the mountain was dim, and in front of it was a river about ten meters wide, and its depth was bottomless. And on the head of the wild ferry on the shore, Chu Feng was already waiting there.

"Let's go. It's getting late. Chen Qiuniang took the initiative to move forward.

Zhang Ci didn't take the initiative to arouse her sadness again, so he took a boat with her.

After crossing the river that circles the mountain peaks, I disembark at a large smooth bluestone. After walking a few steps, a large stone slowly opened. After the stone door cave is opened, there are stone steps that are hand-carved upwards and spirals. Chu Feng lit the torch. The three of them went up together, and soon after, they came to a platform, Zhang Ci opened the mechanism, and the stone door of the platform opened, and they entered the stone room.

As soon as I entered, there was a table of eight immortals, the chair that Chen Qiuniang talked about, as well as a bamboo couch and soft cushions, which seemed to be a place for drinking tea and playing chess. On the left side of the stone room is a bedroom with borrowed light, on the right is also a bedroom with borrowed light, and the stone room behind the hall is a transitional compartment that connects the kitchen, storeroom, study, and stairs to the next and upper floors. Zhang Ci also said that the stairs can lead all the way to the top of the mountain.

In the kitchen, there is a small stew of pheasant, which is fragrant. Chen Qiuniang was hungry, so she took some glutinous rice balls with Zhang Ci and had a meal with fragrant chicken. After that, Zhang Ci took her to her closet to get clean clothes, and took her all the way down, but she arrived at a hot spring.

The spring water is murmuring, the chiseled wall borrows a little heavenly light, and the steaming heat is blowing, like a fairyland.

Chen Qiuniang, who was very tired, after driving Zhang Ci away, put down the light gauze curtain and soaked in the hot spring, feeling a lot more relaxed.

This place is really a blessed place, a good place to live in seclusion. Originally, the Qinling Mountains were deep in the mountains, and there were very few people to disturb them, and there were more than ten meters wide rivers around this mountain peak as a natural barrier, so it couldn't be safer.

Look at the stone room here, there is almost everything, and you can also soak in the hot springs every day.

The delicacies of the mountains and wild game change every day; Hot springs soak every day; Watch the clouds roll up, listen to the birds of the empty mountains, and enjoy the snow and the moon. Ah, there is also a handsome chef and husband with a high appearance! What a pleasant day it is! But why is my life so hard? Every time, happiness is at your fingertips, but it is destined to slip away.

She thought of the impending catastrophe, and her wonderful mood was not wonderful in an instant, so she hastily washed it, changed into clean clothes, and went out with her hair brushed. Zhang Ci had already finished washing in another hot spring, changed into a dark robe, his long hair was draped, and he sat on the bamboo couch in the hall and played chess pieces boringly.

"Washed?" When he saw Chen Qiuniang coming, he got up and took her hand.

"Hmm." She nodded, inexplicably thinking of the conversation on his back before, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

He saw her embarrassment, but he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid." Now, I don't dare to damage your spirit. ”

"Huh?" She was shocked.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Now that your body is getting weaker and weaker, and there are thieves eyeing you, I must not risk your own selfish desires and put you in danger." ”

"Then there are so many rules." Chen Qiuniang muttered.

"Yun'er can't wait?" He quipped.

"Ignore you." She got up.

But he took her in his arms and whispered, "I can't think of it." ”

Chen Qiuniang's body trembled when she heard this, and when she thought that she didn't know whether she would live or die tomorrow today, she boldly said: "Then don't care so much." ”

"You—" Zhang Ci's body stiffened, and his voice was hoarse.

She hugged him with her backhand, Zhang Ci was very scared, and shouted: "You, you are confused." Then he broke her hand and said, "I'll go for convenience." ”

Then, Chen Qiuniang watched Zhang Ci run away in a hurry, which was funny and inexplicably sad.

That night, after Chen Qiuniang fell asleep, he came to her side and lay down like every night in the past two years, holding her in his arms. She didn't sleep deeply, so she heard him clearly when he said "I love you" in a barely audible voice and then "goodbye" in an even more inaudible voice. (To be continued......)