Despite the steepness of the hill, almost fifty degrees, it did not hinder the speed of the two. The small rocks under his feet rolled down, jumped down the path, and disappeared in an instant. Li Qingjie grabbed the yellow weeds on the side of the mountain road with his hands and feet, and climbed all the way to the top of the mountain.

The last few steps were dragged up by He Junyao, and when he arrived at the top of the mountain, Li Qingjie sat on the ground with his buttocks, his head was covered with sweat, and he raised his arm and wiped it like this.

"How's it going, can you stand it?" He Junyao sat on the ground and asked.

"Huh...... Not bad. Li Qingjie scratched his head and said embarrassedly, the gap is really too big, seeing that people's breath is stable, their faces are not red and they are not panting.

"Alright, let's rest for a while, we're halfway there. If only ordinary people were gone for a day or two! He Junyao said calmly, "Eat something first, drink some water, and try to arrive when it gets dark." ”

He Junyao took out the dry food and water in the backpack behind him, and on this continuous mountain, Li Qingjie is not hypocritical now, he picks it up and eats it.

He Junyao was condescending, but he saw the mountains far away, the mountains rose and fell in the layers of earthy yellow, the hills and mountains were stacked and stretched, the light ink sky and the distant mountains seemed to be absent, looming, the narrow stream all the way around the mountains and mountains, twists and turns, and went around, and the reddish-brown pine trees gave this bare mountain range a touch of bright color. In the distance, there is a ribbon, the water of the fine white waterfall flows into satin, but there is no sound, the mountain wind together, the water satin flutters with the wind, and the water satin is divided and combined. Between the mountains, a faint mist shrouded it, leisurely drifting around the mountains.

Surrounded by mountains, wisps of smoke dance in the wind in a valley not far away, in the mist of the mountains. You can faintly see a number of earthen houses and wooden houses nestled in the valley.

A mountain stream winds through the valley, and the village seems to have no avenues, only gravel paths. The valley is surrounded by yellow forests, and the terraced rice fields are neatly adjacent.

"Let's go!" He Junyao stood up. Pat the dust off your butt. After resting for a while and replenishing some energy, Li Qingjie feels much better now. Compared with He Junyao. That's not a small difference. After all, how can the regular army be compared.

As the saying goes, it's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to get down. For the two of them, there was no problem, and along the way, the two of them rushed down the mountain with one foot high and one foot low along the sheep intestine path. Go down to the bottom of the mountain, then climb the mountain, and then go down to the bottom of the mountain. It's finally almost here.

It was already late afternoon. The sun is setting. Not far ahead, a little girl with a bamboo basket on her back turned a bend in the mountain road.

I've finally met a living person who can ask for directions! Li Qingjie cheered in his heart, and quickened his pace to approach the little girl.

The little girl is not tall, her body is thin, and she is estimated to be more than one meter and six points. Wearing a white-washed army green outfit. There was a blue-gray patch on her elbow, and it was obvious that this was not her clothes, it should have been changed from an adult. Inside was a coarse cotton coat, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and his toes were obviously frostbitten, and pus and blood were lying there.

The slender waist seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, lining her green breasts slightly bulging, and behind her was a large bamboo back that was not commensurate with her figure, which was full of wild vegetables and herbs that looked like they had just been picked and exposed their buds. She had a fair complexion. It's like the freshly peeled white and tender gourd seeds, but how Li Qingjie thinks it is a kind of long-term malnutrition paleness, which adds a touch of pity to people.

"Hello, little girl, is Yongfeng Village ahead?" Li Qingjie took a few steps forward and pointed to the curling smoke in front of him. looked at the little girl opposite with a sunny smile and asked consciously. The cold-faced Yan Jun behind him didn't frighten the little girl, seeing Li Qingjie, the little girl was not as flustered as he imagined, she wiped her hand on her clothes, her bright and clear eyes were like a deep pool, black and dizzy, she nodded to them with a smile, and a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes. But it is like a spring breeze caressing his face, making Li Qingjie feel that the whole world seems to be brightening up.

Tingting is fifteen or six years old, cardamom tips in early February, looking at this pure girl like a lotus, Li Qingjie actually felt that his heart was ethereal, without the slightest defilement, this pure smile, a clear smile, can only be seen in calligraphy and painting.

"Yes, did you come from outside the mountains? What do you do in our village? The little girl was not timid at all, and looked at the two of them and smiled.

"Your father is Qiu Qingyuan!" He Junyao glanced at her and asked affirmatively.

"Yikes! It's really like, they all say that girls are like fathers, it's really not bad. Li Qingjie touched his chin, took a closer look, and then said in surprise, and then looked at He Junyao and said, "You still have sharp eyes." ”

He Junyao said in his heart, that is the guy who was fascinated by the smile of the little girl of the other family, and he was useless.

"Yikes! You know my dad. The little girl looked at the two tall men and asked shyly.

"I am your father's comrade-in-arms, my name is Li Qingjie, and his name is Dajun." Li Qingjie half-bent over, looked at her at eye level, and said kindly.

"Let's go! Take us to your father. He Junyao said lightly.

"Hmmm! Good! The little girl knew that someone was coming to find her father, so she turned around and went down the mountain, her legs and feet were sharp, faster than Li Qingjie.

"Give me the basket!" He Junyao stretched out his hand and said.

Qiu Lian hurriedly shook her head, "No, I can carry it, let's go!" ”

I heard the little girl say yes! Li Qingjie breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, proving that he was still alive. On the way, Li Qingjie also inquired about the little girl's name, Qiu Lian. Don't look close to home, until the sky gradually darkens, they entered the village. The village is not big, at a glance, there should be a hundred and ten households, scattered in a valley, if it is spring and summer, it should be regarded as beautiful mountains and rivers, picturesque scenery. There were hardly any encounters along the way, and the village was quiet except for the chirping of domestic animals and dogs.

"It's not dark yet! Why don't you see someone? Li Qingjie asked curiously.

Qiu Lian, who was walking in front, whispered softly: "Everyone in the village is asleep. ”

"Sleeping?" Li Qingjie seemed to suddenly understand, and was silent. It is remote and poor, and it still lives a day of sunrise and sunset.

He Junyao glanced at him and didn't say anything? Along the way, no power poles were found, and it was obvious that there was no electricity in the village!

"This is my house, Dad, I'm back." Qiu Lian took off the basket on her body and shouted into the house.

A sullen voice came from the room, "Lian'er is back, come in!" It's cold outside, so be careful not to freeze. ”

While there was still a little light, He Junyao saw some dilapidated farmhouses. The top of the two adobe houses is made of sandalwood and heirlooms, the top is made of tomafang grass, there is no glass on the windows, and the paste is all newspaper, which has turned yellow and black. This house is also at the level of the seventies. There should be a garden in front of the house and behind the house, mainly planting some vegetables, and there is no street to buy vegetables in the countryside, so they all rely on the garden to supply vegetables, and the surrounding area should be made into a pole (fence), mainly to prevent livestock from entering.

Qiu Lian lit the kerosene lamp, which was still homemade from an ostrich brand inkwell, with a hole poked in the black lid, and two wicks made of broken cotton wool kneaded through it. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, standing at the door, He Junyao and Li Qingjie saw the situation inside when they entered the house. The solid loess surface is like the surface of the moon, pitted, without a trace of soil.

Behind the door is a large water tank, next to the water tank is a rural earthen stove, which functions as a living room and kitchen. In the corner of the wall stood a small square table, and a wooden pier, and some were farm tools, hoes, plowshares, and sickles for ploughing the land. The one on the right should be the bedroom, and the curtain worn by the unknown mountain beans on it is round, smooth and translucent, and there is a clattering and clattering sound.

"Dad, we're here." Qiu Lian continued to raise her voice and shouted, this is the only way to see the boldness and loud voice of the northerners.

"Oh! Is your second Uncle Qiu here? It's troublesome again. There was a hint of resentment in the tone of the people in the back room, and more self-blame.

"No, Dad is not Second Uncle Qiu, they claim to be your comrades-in-arms." Qiu Lian lifted the curtain and went in.

"Lian'er, who are you talking about? Comrade in arms. He asked, incredulously, why did they come?

Qiu Lian put the kerosene lamp on the edge of the kang, and He Junyao and Li Qingjie, who followed up, clearly saw a big man lying on the earthen kang, with dry and gray hair and a pale face, and his dark eyes flashed with love, looking at the girl beside him. And seeing the brilliance they burst out of makes people feel full of aura.

He Junyao was really afraid to see a pair of eyes with a heart as dead and silent, that was hopelessness in life, just living and waiting for death.

"Company commander, why are you here, Mr. Li." Qiu Qingyuan couldn't believe it when he looked at the people who fell from the sky. Turning his head sideways, he shouted at Qiu Lian: "Quick, hurry Lian'er pour water." ”

"Company commander, Li Laosan'er, sit down quickly, sit on the kang." Qiu Qingyuan said excitedly, his dry arm pointing to the edge of the kang with a bare edge.

Obviously, the upper half of his body was also naked and undressed, Li Qingjie grabbed his hand and comforted, "Don't move, you lie down and don't move, let's sit." ”

He Junyao took advantage of the dim light to glance at the room, which was not much different from the outside, only one thing that could be called furniture, a camphor wood box, and half of the top was broken. The walls of the room were covered with layers of newspaper. There is no peculiar smell on the kang, as the saying goes: there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, it seems that this is the credit of the little girl who is cooking on the fire outside.

"Mother! Why are you back today? Qiu Lian, who was boiling water outside, stood up, and the firewood in the stove illuminated the outside. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )