There was no suspense, it was the taste of joy, it was the smell of the steps that he had to run up desperately, the damned steps that were rammed with earth, dilapidated like they could lead to an old castle. I don't know if there will be a beautiful and kind princess imprisoned inside, or a terrible and ugly old witch hidden, but it just lies quietly and truthfully.

Although he could not describe his mood at this time, he still insisted on tethering this old and lovely donkey to the stake next to the yard, yes, there should be a stake there, and it turned out that there was, just as it was as natural that the land temple should be dedicated to the land lord. Thick jujube trees. I don't know if he danced just now, but he must have been here for many years, ups and downs, morning and twilight. has been witnessing everything that happens here, perhaps there is no lack of the kind of life and death parting gripping and painful, tragic love story that is destined to end very tragically from the beginning, or an ugly, pleasant, soul-flesh fornication that destroys a happy family, happening under this jujube tree. And those miserable pigs, whose fate will surely be remembered.

With a happy mood, it was easier to climb those steps, and I didn't feel strenuous.

The smell is getting stronger, but what kind of flavor is it? It was a taste that he hadn't seen for a long time, how could he forget it, it was the smell of roasted sweet potatoes, and that was the taste of not treating Han Bing as his sister more than once.

I haven't eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time, and the sweet potatoes in the city don't taste like the ones in the mountains, as if nothing in the city has the flavor of the mountains, the tomatoes in the city are only sour, the apples in the city lack the feeling of sand mouth, and the pears in the city don't even have slag.

There are no sloppy uncles with oily hair, no dirty bear children with big snotty faces, and no black, stinking feet in the city. It lacks the lively and sweet atmosphere of family gatherings.

Some are more or less lonely, empty, lonely, and manic, and some people shout even if they want to jump off the building, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am cold, and I am ashamed to proclaim that it is for love, for family affection. But who knows that the white miserable and unsightly adultery lurking behind the scenes.

It seemed to be a corner, like a staircase without a guardrail, and he almost fell from the corner, and his body shook and finally he stood firm, as if he had never stood firmly, at least when he began to climb the steps, like a baby staggering to learn to walk.

With his arms slightly stretched out to help him balance, he became more cautious, like an acrobat walking a tightrope. He didn't want to let himself have more mistakes, he didn't want to die meaninglessly in front of the door of hope, yes, he didn't want to die, he couldn't die, at least he couldn't die meaninglessly until he knew Jiajia's life and death.

He wasn't ready to die, and maybe he wouldn't want to be that for the rest of his life.

When her leg was broken, he thought of living, when he was fighting to the death with the wolf, he thought of still living, when he threw down those rectums without fighting, he still didn't give up, and now he shouldn't give up, no matter whether the result is tragic or happy, he has to live strongly, not only to live but also to live vigorously, to live like a great man meaningfully.

His legs did not stop, he kept trying to climb upwards, he had a firm belief in survival, his body was not ready to be decadent for a moment, his legs were not straight, but they were still strong, and he did not want to retreat for a moment on the steps with his mouth wide open like the devil. With each step, he thinks about how I can overcome it.

There are no thatched huts in front of you, no filthy and foul-smelling livestock sheds, but dark stone walls? It is still covered with mountains full of flowers and plants. Whatever it was, he had to go there, into its embrace.

He didn't have a way back, he wasn't sure if he could safely walk up these steps that were about to eat people, he didn't want to turn back, even if he was going to die, even if God really didn't want him to live, he wouldn't go back.

Since the donkey has a spirit to carry him here, this is the will of God, and it is God who guides him to come here, even if it is death, this is the way to death arranged by God. So he could only walk to the end and to the end. Heaven is the greatest, and mortals arranged by God can only accept it gladly, right? And thank them happily and reverently for their gifts.

Just like his borderless background, he is so bloody that he only lives in those boring, rotten and rotten TV series. So what, isn't that true? Can we climb back and start all over again? Even if you have the opportunity, you need to know where to climb, right?

Finally touched the stone wall, as he imagined, at least the deviation was not very big, and the steps disappeared in front of the stone wall in amazement. He was delighted, albeit a little different.

He quickly sat down against the stone wall, trying to breathe to let the fresh air into his lungs. The floral, burnt roasted sweet potatoes are even more pungent. He didn't want to look at it now, didn't want to know where the smell that got her excited was coming from.

He used to worry about how to endure the long night, and when he was climbing the stairs with difficulty, the sky was already dawning unconsciously, and people were always like this, willing to remember the good things of the past, and unwilling to overcome the difficulties in front of him.

Lin Yang used to be such a person, and I believe it won't be in the future. He closed his eyes and thoughtfully reminisced about the process of climbing, how did he do it! It doesn't seem to matter anymore, but the entrance to the castle is right in front of you.

There is no doubt that the smell of roasted sweet potatoes that has always attracted him is wafting out of it, ah! When a hot roasted sweet potato is charred, there will be a little bit of softness, sweetness, and fluffiness in the center.

I used to do this kind of thing a lot, don't you know how delicious it is? A trance appeared in front of him, he and Han Bing laughed around the fire, coaxing those black roasted sweet potatoes that had just been pulled out of the fire and roasted, don't look at its ugly appearance, break it inside, or red, as attractive as the surface of roast duck, or white, like the stewed meat of a big fish in the deep sea.

He prefers to watch Han Bing's greedy wildness, just a roasted sweet potato, which can make her eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas. I miss the days with her.

It was already dark, and the fatigue of a night's work was dispelled as the mouth of the cave became clearer.

He stood up against the wall, and glanced at the steps that had made him climb in the middle of the night, which were not as thrilling as he had imagined, and that one side of it was against the mountain, and although it was very broken, he could see that he was very strong. There are cracks between the steps and rain-washed ditches, probably because its occupants haven't repaired it for a long time.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, the moment to witness the miracle finally came, he took as big steps as he could, and walked through a few meters square in front of the cave with his support to the wall, and came to the high entrance of the cave.

It is evident that the entrance to the cave has been carved by hand, and there are traces of tool chiseling on the walls of the cave. Half-natural and half-artificial, there are many such caves in the mountains, Lin Yang doesn't think it's strange. My aunt once told an unforgettable love story that happened in such a shelter in a turbulent era, although she always denied that the heroine was herself, but Han Bing and Lin Yang both knew that her aunt was telling her own story.

Maybe the ending is not very perfect, the male pig's foot that he loves deeply, their "uncle" unfortunately passed away.

Lin Yang could feel that the wind blowing from the depths of the cave was warm, carrying the smell of fireworks in the world. At this point, you can be ecstatic.

"Anyone? Is there anyone in the cave? ”

The voice buzzed like lying on his stomach in a water tank, and he listened quietly, which disappointed him, and no one responded.

It was not yet dawn, the sky was full of clouds, and the light in the cave was dim. He had been hesitant to break in without thinking.

If there were people in the cave, he might be sleeping soundly now, if it was just an old man or a man, it would not be embarrassing, but if there were women or girls inside, it would be too abrupt to do so, after the terrible experience of being peeked at by others in the yard, he finally experienced embarrassment is the most terrible devil, more painful than being stabbed in the back.

"Is there anybody? Can I come in? ”

He eagerly awaited an answer, and invited him in, he needed to find a warm place to rest, preferably with a stutter, roasted sweet potatoes, whatever it was, even if it was a rancid wolf's heart, a hungry stomach, already croaking like a flock of frogs in a pond.

Still no answer, impatience made him no longer able to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, and groped his way to the cave.

There was nothing to hinder him, and he was ecstatic to see the light of the fire in front of him, which meant that he would soon be able to see the master inside, and his brain was overwhelmed with joy, and all of it, tangible and invisible, turned into a piece of roasted sweet potato and teased him not far away.

But the red light flashed in front of him, a horse lantern was held high in front of him, a rusty pig-killing knife rested on his neck, and the voice of a familiar amiable old woman roared.

"How did you find here? Didn't Croton poison you? ”