Because of what happened this week, the diving bird was extremely depressed, and on the morning of his rest day, he got up and went out, rode his bicycle out of the city alone, rode along the road to the suburbs, and then got off the road and rode directly into the mountain road. The mountain road twists and turns, and the terrain slowly becomes rugged from flat.

He had walked this road more than once, and whenever he was tired of living in the city, or when he was in a bad mood, he would ride here alone. It's uninhabited, it's quiet, it's a wasteland on both sides, and you can enter the mountains in the distance. The mountains stretch so far that no one knows where they lead.

It is said that there is also a temple in the mountain, and the locals will enter the temple to burn incense during the New Year's holidays. At that time, it will become lively, and there will be many local mountain people on both sides of the mountain road who set up stalls along the way to sell incense and other gadgets.

But now that the Spring Festival has passed, the mountains here are mountains, the temples are temples, the gods and Buddhas are alone with the lamps and green rolls, and the world is still tossing and turning with grievances and hatreds.

Locals rarely come here because there is no scenery here, but it is quieter than the city, barren and wild.

The diving bird needs such a place to adjust the depression of going to work these days, and it feels like he is holding his breath in his heart, supporting him all over the body.

When he got tired of riding, he stopped, put his bike down the mountain road next to him, and looked into the distance, looking at the mountains, which he had never been before, because the mountain seemed to be right in front of him, but it would take another hour to ride there. Besides, there was nothing left in the mountains except a lonely temple.

Besides, riding there alone is very boring. If he had someone by his side, maybe he still had some such leisure. At least two people can talk and talk, so that they will not be so lonely alone.

He always thought that maybe one day, he could ride a bicycle with the butterflies, enjoy the scenery along the way, have a picnic, see her smile, listen to her voice, how beautiful it would be. Will there be a day?

He couldn't help but ask himself.

But suddenly, he thought: Of course there will be such a day. He's working hard, he's making money here, isn't it just for a day like this. Although he didn't know how long it would take, he knew that it was this expectation that supported him, otherwise he might not be able to survive a day.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when he went into the mountain with the butterfly to see the old horse, and there was also a temple in the mountain, so the butterfly went in very religiously and burned incense, and he went in with him to see, and he always followed the butterfly. The butterfly was so devout that she knelt down and bowed to the main hall, wondering what prayer she had in her heart when she looked at the statue.

And he watched her silently on the side, Ying Ying bowed, gentle and quiet, her slender back, coiled black bun. He didn't know why he liked butterflies, maybe it was because he sat beside her all day long, watching her back at his desk. Gradually, I fell in love with her back.

Of course, he also liked to see the look on her face when she looked back at him with a smile. I like her eyes, although she is a little short-sighted, and she always flashes a leisurely smile when she looks at people, but the hazy feeling of looking at people is a little stunned, but it is so true and clear. When she looks at you, she always makes you in a trance, and her whole heart is with you. She's the only one in her eyes.

It was because of this glance that made him feel excited, and he couldn't help himself.

Infinite. He called inwardly.

He sat down on a rock, took a few sips of water, and then pulled out his phone to see if the butterfly wasn't online today. He still took the initiative to send a message to the past: Hey. And bring a playful meme.

After sending it over, I regretted it inexplicably. I have nothing to do to look for her, why do you do this?

Spring is unexpected, and in the wilderness where no one is here, the chill is even more pressing. Unknown mountain birds purred in the woods on the hillside behind them. Suddenly a panic flew up the forest, and I don't know what disturbed them.

At this moment, suddenly the mobile phone rang, he hoped that it would not be Leng Qinghe, but sure enough, it was Leng Qinghe. He came out today for a vague reason to avoid her, because she likes to run to him now that she is fine. Ever since I met his family, this young lady has often come uninvited. Although the diving bird doesn't hate her, it can't say that he likes her much, at least not yet. There is still a figure living in his heart, and if he wants to talk about love, it is the first time that the diving bird has been an adult.

He looked at the ringing phone and didn't want to answer it, but he continued to play it unrelentingly. In the end, the diving bird reluctantly answered the phone.

"Where are you?" She was a little angry, and a little anxious.

"I'm not at home."

"I know, where are you?"

"I'm out of town. Where are you? ”

"What are you doing out of town?" Leng Qinghe was stunned when he heard this.

"Ride a bike."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Forgotten. I came out early in the morning, and you must still be sleeping. ”

"Yes, I'm still under the covers. I was finally able to sleep in. ”

"Where are you? What are you looking for me for? ”

"What do you mean by looking for you? I'm right on your doorstep. ”

She was a little unhappy and a little disappointed. "When are you coming back?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"I brought food, I want to cook for you." Leng Qinghe said slowly.

The diving birds were stunned here.

"It'll take me at least an hour to get back."

"Where the hell are you?"

"Chen Qiaohe under Highway 5."

"Where did you go?" Leng Qinghe grew up here since he was a child, and he is not unfamiliar with the place where the sesame seeds are large.

"Okay, don't wait for me if you're impatient."

"No, I'm already at your doorstep, come back soon, I've bought all the food."

"Okay." Diving birds are not born to be fierce to girls, so they respond in a low voice.

Outside the gate, I saw Leng Qinghe sitting on the edge of the community flower bed, looking at his mobile phone in the sun, and the diving birds had just noticed it when they arrived in front of him. When I looked up and saw him suddenly, pushing his bicycle and standing there, I grinned toothily and said, "It's pretty fast." ”

"Let's go."

"Okay." She followed with a grin, and the diving bird found her hands in her pockets empty, and said in surprise, "You said you brought vegetables?" ”

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh yes, the vegetables are still in the vegetable field." ”

"You?" The diving bird is a little angry, but it is not easy to look at her.

The diving bird pushed the cart in front, passed by the carport, went in and parked the car, and then silently went upstairs to open the door.

Leng Qinghe said: "I've thought about it a long time ago, isn't it more interesting for us to go grocery shopping together?" ”

"I'm not hungry."

"I'll make it for you, and I promise it's delicious."