Trail in the mountains, picturesque views.

A young man in cloth looked up at his own grass house on the mountainside, although the grass house was simple, but at this time it was emitting a faint light in the afterglow of the sunset.

His feet were extremely fast, and within a single pillar of incense, he was almost on the mountainside.

Suddenly, the boy stopped, and he seemed to hear a low sob, so faint that it was like a mountain wind blowing through it, or some tiny animal skimming through the grass.

Although the scenery of this barren mountain is beautiful, it is far away from the downtown area, there are few people, the young man has lived here for many years, and he has only seen a few woodcutters and wandering monks passing by the foot of the mountain.

The young man held the flat burden tightly in his hand, and several times he couldn't distinguish the direction at all, and stood there for a while, and then looked for it slowly.

A strong mountain wind blew, and the boy finally found the source of the sound in the depths of the weeds blown by the wind, wrapped in a long strip of cotton cloth.

The young man was shocked, and hurriedly went up and squatted down to check, and sure enough, it was a swaddling baby, a baby was wrapped in a thick quilt of unknown numbers, and only exposed his closed eyes and small nose outside.

The boy hurriedly picked up the baby, awkwardly adjusted his position several times, and finally carried the swaddling clothes across his chest like a pillow, picked up the flat pole with his fingers, and hurried to the grass house.

The grass house is built on the mountain, which is a wide natural cave, where the boy paved the ground, built the wall, and added a few beds, tables, tables, and desks made by himself, which was simple but clean. In front of the house, a spacious grass pavilion was also built, in which a table and a chair were placed, and a delicate stove was also plated next to it.

The young man hurriedly pushed the door in, gently laid the swaddling clothes on the bed, took off his coat, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Carefully open the swaddling clothes layer by layer, there are as many as seven or eight layers. A little baby dressed in red silk was revealed, its pink limbs were motionless, its little pink face was expressionless, and the low voice just now was gone.

After carefully examining the child, the boy seemed to let out a long breath, the child was not injured, but his breath was weak, and it was estimated that he was hungry.

The boy covered the child with two quilts and quickly cooked rice porridge in the pot. The stove fire was burning extremely hot, and the aroma of rice porridge soon wafted out.

The boy took the clear soup on the rice porridge, blew patiently, and brought it into the house. He tied the swaddling cloth slightly, poured the child into one side's arms, and held the bowl with the other hand to the baby's small mouth.

The baby is soft, the boy's movements are very careful, very light and very gentle, the rice soup enters the baby's mouth little by little, and the baby begins to suck with a small mouth, but the strength is very weak.

Seeing that the baby was reacting, the boy tilted the bowl again and put more rice soup into his mouth, but the baby choked out and spit out all the rice soup he had drunk before.

The boy hurriedly put down the bowl and patted the baby on the back, and when he calmed down, he carefully and little by little fed the rice soup again. The little baby burped slightly. The young man gently changed the wet quilt and put the sleeping baby on the bed.

The young man took the small quilt he had changed and quietly closed the door. I took a wooden basin, fetched water, sat down in front of the door and began to scrub the small quilt. The young man's mind became more and more confused, "Whose child is this, and why is it here?"

The baby seems to have been thrown down from the top of the mountain, and if it weren't for the deep grass and dense forest, I'm afraid something would have happened, but it doesn't look like someone deliberately wanted to harm the child, wrapped in layer after layer, isn't it just afraid of breaking it?

The night is shrouded in the mountains, and the sound of insects chirps rises and falls. The boy straightened his hair, which had been blown a little messy by the mountain wind, and lit a small oil lamp.

I don't know what year and month it started, and I don't know why, the boy lived in this barren mountain, a person collecting firewood, planting vegetables, laundry, building a house, weaving, sewing, watering the garden, farming, writing, and being very familiar with every grass and tree in this mountain, except for insects, birds, rabbits, squirrels and some small animals in the mountain, he never met with other people directly, let alone talked.

It is also strange to say, there are no large beasts in this mountain, the mountain spring is clear, the melons and fruits are abundant, the four seasons are like spring, and there is no severe winter and heat, it is really a good place to live.

It's just that he is alone, I don't know how many years have passed, and no one shares the beautiful scenery, and sometimes, he is a little lonely. Although he likes his current life very much, he seems to have been faintly looking forward to something in his heart.

If this child is left on this barren mountain by his parents or someone else for some reason, can he keep this child and accompany him?

But if someone accidentally or unavoidably or the enemy deliberately throws the baby down the mountain, and the baby's parents and relatives are now anxious to look for it, what kind of liver and intestines should be broken, and life is better than death?

After some thought, the young man settled down and decided to go down the mountain a little in the past few days to inquire and see if anyone in the surrounding mountains had lost their children.

He hadn't left this place for as long as he could remember, and for some reason he didn't want people from outside to bother him, and he seemed to be longing for someone to come to him.