Because of the lesson learned last time, she used to bring paper maps, took out a flashlight and took a picture on the map, and she determined the general direction.

Limping back, holding a flashlight and worrying, she didn't know that she had just been distracted for more than an hour, and it was now six o'clock in the afternoon.

She endured the pain and walked for a while, and the moon slowly crept out of the clouds on the horizon, and sprinkled through the dense tall branches, a faint clear light.

In fact, she has always been very timid, she survived by scolding the capitalists the last time she got lost in the mountains, and now she thinks that she should have lied to that paparazzi reporter just now, starving to death in the dark mountains, it is better to be strangled to death by him.

After walking for half an hour, her ankles were swollen like steamed buns, and her mobile phone still had no signal, so she threw away what she was holding and sat on the ground. "Am I having a grudge against mountain climbing? Get lost all the time! She clasped her hands together and said reverently, "Uncle De, you must come to save me."

When Ren Haoqian went up the mountain with a flashlight, he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on the ground meditating halfway up the mountain, he walked over hesitantly, and saw Mu Yushan cursing himself with his eyes closed.

This reminded him of the last time he climbed the mountain, obviously the person who found her in the temple was him and not Uncle De, she was stunned and stuck to his back while scolding herself while thanking Uncle De, thinking of this, Ren Haoqian fell into a headache.

"Haoqian?" A low voice sounded slowly.

Before he could respond, a cold object rushed into his arms, and the anger just now had disappeared, and he didn't know where to start scolding staring at her pitiful appearance.

After a long time, the warmth on his body crossed to her, Mu Yushan's snot and tears rubbed hard into his white shirt, he picked up her head and looked down at her: "Mu Yushan, how old is it that you still cry your nose."

"I was scared to death, actually. Just now—" She didn't want him to worry, and she shy away, "Just now I thought there would be a beast."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her cat-faced face clean, with patience and concern in every move.

She froze, looked up at him in a daze, and suddenly wanted to tiptoe to kiss him, but she pinched herself hard to wake up.

He squatted down in front of her and patted his shoulder gently, "I owe you in my last life, come up quickly." ”

Mu Yushan heard his voice and saw his movements, the bottom of her heart was like breaking a candlestick, burning her heart warmly, she jumped on his back slowly, and her two hands wrapped around his neck, as if like the nougat he loved to eat, sticking to him.

The night was silent, the first quarter moon was quietly sprinkled, and a faint light shrouded over him and hers. He carried her on his back, step by step, slowly but steadily.

"Mu Yushan, you remember me now, why didn't you remember it was me at the beginning?"

She was about to fall asleep on his back, when he suddenly turned over the old account and replied vaguely in a dumb voice: "Last time it was Uncle De."

"Can you understand how you feel when you put your arms around my neck and shout Uncle De?"

"Haoqian, what kind of vinegar do you eat in the middle of the night? It's you, it's you. ”

He clenched his arms angrily and moved her up, probably woken up by his movements, and she opened her eyes and nestled on his back to count the stars. When she counted to the tenth, snow suddenly fell in the sky. The fine silk of snow weaves the deep winter into the night little by little, casting a layer of coolness on the desolate scenery around it. The wind was very strong, but now everything seemed to be still, only the snow was like a white mist, covering the mountains and trees in the distance and near and far.

"It's so beautiful!" The light volume rang in his ears.

He looked at the sky and asked, "You like snow?"

She reached out and grabbed a piece of snow, which quickly melted, and after a few seconds of froze, Boguang turned to look at him, "I like fireworks." ”

"Huh?" He bowed his head in disbelief, "Why?" He vividly remembered her clumsy acting skills on Christmas Eve.

She looked up again, her expression a little enthusiastic and expectant, "This time it's real." I love fireworks. ”

Ren Hao paused and tilted his head slightly, although he couldn't see her face clearly, he didn't want to bump into the gentleness in her eyes full of smiles.

"Don't you mean anything by that?" He suppressed the nervousness and helplessness that was surging in his heart, and asked softly.

"I'm asleep." She obediently closed her eyes, as if she had become a little girl who chased after the alley when she was a child, and she was probably excited for a moment, and the flashlight between her fingers rolled down the hill with a "bang".

She breathed a sigh of relief, and unconsciously hugged him tightly, for fear that he would be angry and leave herself here. The moonlight is clear, reflecting the snow clearly.

"What do you like?" She asked suddenly, her eyes flickering.

"I like you!" He looked ahead and smiled, his voice long and hoarse.

She reached for his slightly open collar, "Do you know what that star is called?" She touched his arm with her elbow. She said, "Satyr." ”

"Is that you?"

"Which one?" She wiped the snow off her eyelashes and looked for Haoqian's gaze.

"That one." He said unhurriedly, "Stupid star." ”

She glared down at him.

"Do you know what the name of the first star was?" She was a little sleepy and cold, and even her voice trembled a little.

He wrapped his arms around her, her warm hand still touching his neckline, and only when he saw the light at the foot of the hill did he slow his pace and faintly hear someone's steady breathing.

Could the secret of that pyrotechnic be what he thought?

He couldn't be happier.

Someone deliberately set up a bureau to lure him in, and one can imagine how difficult the road ahead will be.

He suddenly understood that everything was just the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, and what he was trying to seek was no longer important, the most important thing was that she was safe and sound.

He softly called her name, "Ah Shan." ”

She won't hear it again.

Maybe he'll never get a chance to call her that again.

A wry smile overflowed from his thin lips, two years and more than three years, and he almost wore a mask to spend time with her.

She seems to be the same.

It's just that it all came to an end.

He suddenly wanted to do this for a long time.

The night was long, the Milky Way was like a white ribbon, adorned with dazzling diamonds, and a man and a woman in the mortal dust walked slowly at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but have a white head with someone in the same tree, the same month, and the same night.

Fang Ying's poem is a sentence that is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

However, those who swim against the current,

In vain. Let me be like a star