This mountain is very big, and everyone is also very open to find people, but as one person, the voice spreads farther and farther.

At this time, under a ginkgo tree in the mountains, the golden leaves fell all over the ground, and Shujun was like a little beggar, with godless peach blossom eyes, holding a sour fruit that she had found in the mountain not long ago and preparing to eat, when she heard the sound of this one after another.

He was stunned.

"Shujun, where are you" The girl's voice was still burning, and she had already shouted hoarsely. But this voice must not be misrecognized, Shujun Huo Ran got up (body shēn), and didn't even care that the sour fruit in his hand fell to the ground.

He swallowed his throat and froze.

"Third brother, we're coming"

"Third brother, don't hide, it's really us."

"Third brother, my wife misses you, where are you?"

Shujun's eyes were hot (hot), he blinked, and suddenly there was a "click", and a tear was broken on the fallen leaves.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his face, and his already dirty face became even dirtier.

Before I could open my mouth, my nose was sore, my throat was sore, my heart was sore, and my eyes were sore.

"I'm here, my wife's eldest brother, Shuyu, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, I'm here" He stumbled in front of him with both hands, stumbled, and fell a big heel in embarrassment, and didn't care to check whether he had fallen or not, so he got up again, staggered and ran forward in the direction of the sound.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here"

He shouted louder and louder, and the corners of his eyes grew redder.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed over.

"Shujun"

At the same time as he heard the voice, two small arms wrapped around his waist. He recognized the voice, and subconsciously reached out to hug the girl in his arms, and then his body fell backwards.

The breeze blew off the ginkgo biloba, and he lay down among the golden leaves, tight, and hugged the person on the body hard.

He rubbed the top of the girl's hair hard with his forehead, he choked for a moment, and then inhaled deeply, "Wife, why did you come to me, I thought I would never see you again"

He really can't see it, but alone, groping in the dark, has to face the dilemma of survival, and is worried about being caught back by the pursuers behind.

There were many times when he was so discouraged that he even wondered if he would never be able to walk out of this mountain again, and then he would never see his wife again

Whenever this thought popped up, he hurried to think about other things to divert his attention. Because he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want that, and the mere existence of such a thought could crush everything he tried to arm.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Lying on his chest, her eyes were full of moisture. I wanted to raise my head, but I found that I couldn't move, but I found that he was pressing his head with one hand and fixing her waist with the other, as if he didn't want her to see his appearance at this time.

However, her hair was tipping and gradually lost. It was like a rain, not slow or urgent, but the silent drizzle fell on her invisible, on her head, and on her heart.

And what she heard in her ears, except for the sound of the wind in late autumn, was that he was sullen and fragile, as if he was slaying (Jiaojiāo), begging for comfort, and as if he was enduring it alone, wanting to pass this kind of heart (情qg) (quite tg), difficult, dull, and very sad choked sound.