The cold of winter is all over this long uninhabited road, and if you listen carefully, the sound of the wind whistling will be heard from time to time with the sound of the leaves shaking. Pool. In the ear.

A small truck drove up from behind, and both of them pulled to the right. Grass. The location of the place.

In front of Mengruo's vision, the three-story canopy was connected to the low brick house, and she said, "This road is estimated to be where we have walked so far." ”

"I didn't expect it to be so good here. Don't you think this road is particularly sensitive? ”

He felt in his heart that after walking for a while, the feeling of being at home in the morning was completely gone.

"The air here. Call. Suck. All so. Cool, I'll often come here on Sundays to take a walk, it's so feeling. ”

He was a little contented. When you look up and look up at the sky.

Wandering in nature without worries, he reached the extreme in his pursuit of nature at this moment.

"Looks like you really like this place." She rarely saw him put it like that. A moment of self-indulgence.

His smile was so comfortable and comfortable, Mengruo felt that he was being brought a little bit of a feeling of saying it at this time.

What she felt from his world became a part of her own happiness, and so would she. Bathe. Spring. The wind is the same as soft. to the heart. Village. Face.

Until the car was more than 20 meters away from them, Mengruo said: "The people in this car will definitely think that there will be people walking on this road." ”

"Huh." He glanced at the car that was moving away and said, "Do you think this house is inhabited?" ”

He was not fast, but he had already walked to the back of the house of more than 20 small buildings in this row. Shade. Next big pine. Soft. The soil grows leaves well. Large greens.

She looked at this dilapidated old building, as if it had been rained heavily before, with black walls and black tiles, and always felt a little unsturdy.

Compared to the closest to the elevated position, they have full windows, clustered together, some smoky villages, quiet enough to hear the birds in the trees far away.

"I can't see a single figure." She had a large number of nooks and crannies that could be seen in the village.

Maybe it's just the part down the road. Grass. The clumps are much denser.

He threw a piece of orange peel with the seeds on it into the low house where most of the outer walls had collapsed.

Such a scene is so familiar.

His mind automatically remembered that he had just arrived in his hometown a few months earlier, and that the houses he saw along the way to the village a few miles away were all such dilapidated old bungalows.

How many years have been getting old and getting old.

"If you throw it like this, there will be a room of oranges here next year." Mengruo smiled.

He felt that this was enough. Beauty. Now, at some point in the future, when I recall such an experience, most of the people next to me will not be able to walk this place with me again.

His gaze looked to the ravine on the right.

It's a bit like the sky at this time, evenly painted with a thin layer of gray. The membrane is not very clear and cannot be seen beyond the sky.

However, the wind has cleared, and the lonely existence of this country road at the foot of this piece of land makes the hearts of those who walk from time to time have some resonance.

The place where the Yanping Highway turns on the map is a very narrow one. Long green. line, two young people in their twenties also liked such a scene.

"I thought it would be a long time before I could finish it." He looked at his phone again, and there was a small bridge that turned in front of the route.

"You're not gone. Cool. "Dream is about to laugh when he says that. Dead.

"Anyway, I feel quite good, and I'm going to take this road to the end in the future." His mind was painting a picture of the end of the distance.

When he was only five or six years old, there was such a narrow road leading to his grandmother's house. The long road, perhaps narrower than this one.

At the end of that road was surrounded by lush trees that were about to merge together, color. Deep as late. Autumn evening.