He told me that I was going to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise this morning, and I was quite interested, and I came to this world early, I have no feeling for the four seasons in the world, and I don't know anything about the seasons, but I came to the mortal world at the moment It is winter, and the paths hovering over the mountains are criss-crossed, very complicated, and there is snow on the mountain road, and there is a white expanse.

Lu Juan said coldly: "Ugly, come up with your legs." ”

I shivered a little in the cold air, and my nose felt snot, so I sniffed and asked, "Listen to you, aren't you on your legs?" ”

What he said was enough for me to criticize him for the rest of my life: "Mmmm, I have mana, so I don't have to bother, hahahahaha" After a burst of 'villain' laughter: "I won't hide it, let's go." ”

I had black lines all over my head, pointed at him and said, "You wait for me, I will also cultivate the Immortal Fa one day." ”

He smiled, and that smile was a look forward to not a joke, and his eyes were fixed on me, straight to the point: "I look forward to that day more than anyone else." ”

Then he disappeared.

The sky is not pure white, it is a little dark, the weather is bad, the pressure is low and gray and gray, and the bad weather will also affect the mood, and my heart is also low and gray and gray.

The road to counterattack is not easy to say. If you want to be looked down upon by others, you have to suffer for a while.

At first, the steps were very light, and there was a sound of feet stepping on the snow, because the surroundings were too quiet, and the trees in the mountains were bare, and the trunk in the white seemed a little dull, and the teeth and claws were like an old monster, and there was no snow on the branches.

I was surprised that I reached out and touched the treetops, and when I touched the treetops, I was surprised to find that they were warm.

Suddenly, there was a voice from the little girl's childlike voice: "How can you touch me casually." ”

I looked around, found no one, and then stared at the tree I had touched, feeling stupid, and said to the tree, "Are you talking to me?" ”

She said, "No." ”

The immature baby voice feels very cute, and she is indeed a little girl when she appears. The little girl is still wearing a cloak, the red cloak is embedded with white hair, this girl speaks a small ghost, not very polite but still young and remembers her childlike face, I just think it is cute.

She was quite arrogant with her waist inserted, and then she hugged my leg and said, "Sister, you are a fox." ”

I was intrigued: "yes." ”

She said, "You're going to play with me." ”

I squatted down and pinched her face and said, "No, someone is waiting for my sister, I can't play with you." ”

She pouted, "Is he important?"

My heart began to pop up, I was silent for a moment, and then I smiled: "Very important." ”

The little girl didn't buy much and crossed her waist to want me to look good: "Sister, do you think my cloak is beautiful?" ”

I looked at it, and the bright red cloak was even more red in the snow, like a cold plum in winter, and the white fur embedded in its edges was very warm to look at. I nodded: "It's beautiful and practical." ”

She said, "Do you know where my hair comes from?" ”

I shook my head.

"It's fox fur," she said. ”

I was really surprised when I heard it, and my face was not very good-looking. No longer pleasant, I said, "Are you threatening me, little girl?" ”

She said, "I want you to play hide and seek with me." ”

I had no choice but to say it again: "No, my sister is going to find someone else." ”

She looked upset and disappeared.

I was amazed at what I had just encountered, and then I continued walking, and found that the only footprints on this road were my footprints, and it seemed that no one had come to this mountain, and neither did the wild beasts.

Walking and walking, zigzag, turning around, I found that I was still a little tired, and I stopped to see that this scenery was actually the scenery of the little girl I met before, and it didn't change at all.

This mountain is not like an ordinary mountain, and after going around a few times, I found that it was in the same place again, and I thought to myself: Could it be a ghost hitting the wall? The little girl is the undead?

I was really overwhelmed, it was just me, there was no other sound, it felt quiet at first, but now it is weird.

I asked, "Little girl, are you still there?" ”

There was no answer, so I simply sat on the ground, regardless of whether there was snow or not: "Oh, God." I mourned.

It was a kind of intuition, I turned my head sharply, goosebumps, the little girl was right behind me, and the moment I twisted my face, her face was almost close to mine, and I was so frightened that I immediately got up and ran somewhere else.

I asked, "Little girl, why are you staying here?" Why don't you go to reincarnation? ”

But the girl said, "I am a mountain spirit, not a ghost." ”

Her eyes are big, a pair of apricot eyes are even more sweet and cute, and she shook her head when she spoke: "I know you are a nine-tailed fox, you have to play hide and seek with me, otherwise I won't let you go up the mountain." ”

That's right, an adult was bluffed by a child, and I had no mana but bowed my head and agreed.

I said, "Okay, let's do it." ”

The girl said, "I will become a tree, come to me." With that, he disappeared.

……

Ten thousand horses galloped past me inside, and I suddenly wanted to curse, but I held back. I was more looking forward to Lu Juan coming to save me at the moment, but when I thought of what he said to me: I look forward to that day more than anyone else.

It's like a cat scratching me with its paws, and I think I'd better rely on myself.

I started looking for the tree, confused and lonely, I was a little broken, thinking that this tree looks the same, where can I find it?

I was inspired and thought that this tree was a little girl with temperature, and she didn't like to be touched by others, so I began to touch them one by one, there were too many trees, and there were no marks, and I was confused again, I didn't know which one had touched which one had not touched.

All of them are bare branches, no green leaves, and they look the same, but they are big and small, and they can't really be distinguished.

Desperate survival is forced out. Isolated, I have survived all these years until now, and I should be open-minded in the past, and I feel that I can't always be like this. Open-mindedness is giving up after doing your best, not doing nothing.

I closed my eyes and said, "I'm going to find the little girl I just had."

At that moment, I really didn't think about anything, I just secretly told myself: I must find her, otherwise the consequences are really unbearable.

I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life, I still have a lot of work to do.

In the darkness I felt a tree move, and I immediately opened my eyes and found that there was indeed a tree moving, so I immediately chased after it and hugged her and said, "I have caught you." ”

The tree in her arms became the little girl.

The little girl pouted, very reluctant, but still said, "You go, I won't stop you." ”

I was in a good mood, said goodbye, and continued to take one step at a time around the mountain road.

Suddenly I found two roads, one road has footprints, the other road does not, I don't know which one to take, should I follow someone else's path, or open my own path? I wondered, the road had been explored by the people before, but there were no footprints on this road.

One is known, one is unknown.

After weighing it, I stepped on that road, the one without footprints, the road under my feet, and should be different from others, not consistent, to be myself, not to be the second person. What's more, the footprints on that road were only printed halfway after the previous road was saved, and I don't believe it even more.

Whatever it is, and then there it goes.

I made my own steps, and I told myself: I am all on my own and have nothing to do with others, which is the most proud.

It's starting to snow. The snowflakes are very big, and they fall on my body, and I often feel cold, because my body is cold, but I don't hate winter, because I love winter snow.

The snow had fallen now, and I reached out to pick it up, and a large snowflake fell in my palm and melted again. I didn't have time to see the shape of the ice crystal, so I took another piece, which was a hexagonal flower.

It was winter, and earlier in the fox clan, everyone started to have snowball fights as soon as the snowflakes fell all over the ground, but I was not interested, because I didn't play together, I was just an outsider.

I reached out and threw a ball of snow. I felt like I was playing, and I was very happy.

It's just that my hands feel cold, but my heart is happy.

This is what long-term self-isolation brings, if you don't walk a little towards me, then I must run 108,000 miles, not because of coldness and arrogance by nature, but because I am afraid that you will dislike it. I also want to get closer, but I'm afraid that others won't want to. It seems that it is wrong to say a word more, and I am even willing to take all the responsibility on myself, anything can be my fault, but don't leave me alone.

I remember that day the snowball smashed into my eyes, I was dazed, and I cringed at the door and hurriedly said: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Then I slipped away, in fact, subconsciously. Afterwards, I also knew that someone else had smashed me, but I didn't feel wronged because I was afraid of being scolded. Because I've seen thousands of white eyes.

I threw another snowball out: I don't want to be so humble.

I don't dare to say that I am a good person, but I don't have any bad intentions, I have never thought of harming anyone, I have never thought of robbing anything, I have been trying to be a pretty good person, not necessarily, but I really say that every word and everything I do is thinking about other people. I don't have to ask everyone to like me, I just don't want to happen to others what I experienced before. But sometimes there is speculation that I am malicious, and my heart is still not very comfortable.

The more I grew up, the more I wanted to be someone who absolutely trusted me, and when others doubted me, he would understand me and say: she can't be that kind of person. Instead of believing it, they ran over and accused me.

Earlier, our fox clan lost a peach, for the fox clan is orderly, and it has a number of things to eat, and then everyone naturally thinks it's me, I don't know who passed it on, and then I feel very embarrassed when I pass it on to ten or ten to hundred, and I feel very embarrassed.

They say, "You're a thief."

They say: Dogs can't change their eating, and one day your fox's tail will show out.

I don't have any reason to justify, the more I explain, the more it seems that I am weak-minded, and they also privately say that they think I don't know, but they know it.

The face, the dress, are not very pleasing, including the character.

So I want someone to say when people question me: she can't be that kind of person.

Life is not only about compromise, it should be loving or tender, and I feel it.