The sunset is like fire, and the clouds are rolling up. The evening breeze passed through the bamboo forest, and the sound of falling sand was heard. Wildflowers bloom all over the hillside, one by one, clusters, patches, hidden in the morning mist, beautiful. The early-ripening mountain fruit hides among the pale green leaves, leaving only a silhouette, leaving a kind of shyness that still hugs the lute.

The grassy graves, the cold-air tombstones, life is finally here, but the starting point is still in the hands of the gods, which is still a mystery. The souls of the dead who sleep in the ground have long since transcended the heavens of hatred, separated from the path of reincarnation, and turned into dust. And the living, or sad, or indifferent, or forgetful, or missing, after all, can't withstand the torrent of time, and finally forget each other one after another.

Fu Xuefeng pushed aside the grass more than a meter high and walked through the woods. Finally, he saw Xiao Duxue's figure appear on the top of the mountain, and hurriedly hid behind the pine trees, hiding tightly through the dense grass.

Xiao Duxue wore a big ankle-length red dress, small white leather shoes, and carried a small bag to hang around. She walked slowly along the path, squatting down from time to time to look around, as if looking for something. The long freshly washed hair was scattered, dangling with her movements, the missing edge of the night, draped over her body.

Two cypress trees, which were some years old, were probably crooked by the wind when they were still young saplings, one to the left and the other to the right, growing obliquely, and extending their dense green branches to the nearby vines. Over the years, the trunk of the tree has been covered with vines, and it is no longer possible to see its original appearance. Those rattans, which were thicker than the thumb, were pulled from side to side, tangled in a net between the trees, and sat on a person, not very shaking, quite steady. It's just that the thick trunk of the tree has worn off its skin, and it seems that someone often climbs up and down. The wild jujube tree next to it is as green as new and fruitful. Under the trees are also grassy and wildflowers.

"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, applied to the middle valley, Wei Ye Ming. The yellow bird flies, gathers in the bushes, and its chirping. Xiao Duxue stood on tiptoe and sniffed the sour dates, took off her shoes and climbed the tree: "My brother has to let me wear this skirt, where does it look good?" It's not convenient at all! She tried not to let the branches hang on to her skirt, and she held the trunk around the vines, and finally stood on the large web of green leaves, tangled in which the leaves were entangled.

This is the edge of the mountain, and there are no trees in front of it, except for a few meters wide wild grassland, and the view is very open. The evening breeze rises, and the pine waves whine. Xiao Duxue stood on a high place, her long hair fluttering and her clothes fluttering. Behind her, the pines and cypresses fell, majestic and vigorous, and the bitter fragrance was faint and imperceptible. Everywhere the wind passes, a tree is a green wave, which is pushed by the wind in layers and goes into the distance, and in the end only the sound of hunting is full of mountains and forests.

The sunset suddenly shone brightly, as if all the light of this life was used in this moment. The golden light came obliquely from the sky, dressing the mountain forest in colorful clothes.

Xiao Duxue stood in the wind in this light, singing gracefully, and singing a clean tune with ease. Her timbre is not beautiful, but there is an indescribable clear and melodious voice. The wind was still, the air seemed to be frozen, and the sound sounded even more resonant.

Looking up, her elegant and beautiful face, her expectant expression, and slender waist were shrouded in the golden glow, dazzling like a Nine Heavens Xuannu.

Fu Xuefeng, who came looking for her traces, was melancholy: I thought that back then, I was in the clouds, and there were more than a hundred charms around me, but all of them were just to ask for their needs; And now that I'm in the quagmire, you don't dislike it, regardless of the return, stay with me. I will do my best to protect you for the rest of your life, in order to repay this situation!

Chu Xinghe, who went up the mountain to pick flowers and accidentally bumped into this, was sad and incomprehensible: the love of meeting is deep, and the hatred of meeting is not early! What kind of mood should I use to face you in these long years?

Ye Hanchuan, who came here to hide from Qingjing, smiled obsessively and decisively: You are the bright moon in the sky, and you are also my blue sea and blue sky. No matter what you think of me, in this life and this life, you can only be my little girl Ye Hanchuan alone, and my only wife!

On the tip of the jujube tree, the jujube that was green a few days ago has turned red. Xiao Duxue grabbed the rattan and carefully reached for the red dates. A broken twig with sharp burrs stood up, and it was not bad to wait for the opportunity to slash across her bare arm. Blood flowed out, red and blinding.

Someone exclaimed.

Xiao Duxue quickly turned around and looked vigilantly: "Who?" Who's talking? ”

Fu Xuefeng's eyes were slightly wet, and he lowered his body and quickly walked down the mountain. The light body and the silent footsteps that landed on the ground were like a well-trained hound.

Chu Xinghe didn't expect to be discovered. He thought of all kinds of arguments, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he decided to go out first and then improvise. He was just about to show up, but he saw Ye Hanchuan turn out from behind the tree, and quickly retracted his body and hid.

"Don't come down yet, let me see your wounds."

"Minor injury, it's fine. Why did you get here? ”

"The party is about to start, there are people everywhere, it's a headache, I'm here quietly." Ye Hanchuan pointed to the bleeding arm and said, "It's still so frizzy, can't you be careful?" ”

"You have to take care of it!" Xiao Duxue continued to pick dates, "I'll go down when I'm done." ”

"Then I'm up?" Ye Hanchuan thought to himself, marrying a wife who is more monkey than a monkey is really enough for me.

"Don't come up! This is my private zone. Xiao Duxue flatly refused, "Wait a minute, I'll finish picking it." She put the sour dates into a bag, hugged the trunk and was about to slide, but she stopped her legs in time and said to the people under the tree: "My hand is injured and I can't go down." ”

It's not that I can't get down, it's that I'm afraid that I'll see the scenery under my skirt. Ye Hanchuan opened his arms and said, "Then you jump down, and I'll pick you up." ”

"That's a good idea." Xiao Duxue held down the hem of her skirt and jumped down, without fear or hesitation.

Ye Hanchuan caught her steadily, and said with a smile: "Trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to catch it? ”

Xiao Duxue pushed him away and straightened the hem of her skirt: "I don't even have this trust, how can I be worthy of the love between us?" Besides, if you can't catch it, you can't catch it, and it doesn't matter if you fall on your ass. But if it hurts me, you will die! ”

Ye Hanchuan was so happy that his white teeth appeared: "Since I was a child, I have died countless times under you, and I am not afraid of this more time." ”

Xiao Duxue said disgustedly: "Out of breath! ”

Ye Hanchuan took out a handkerchief and said, "Make do with it first, and then disinfect it when you go back." He wrapped up the bleeding area and tied it in a knot, "The body is skinned, and you should also take good care of your parents." ”

"It's good that my mother doesn't have clairvoyance, otherwise, there would be another layer of calluses in my ears." Xiao Duxue glanced at the knot and thought, this guy's hand seems to have become a coincidence?

Ye Hanchuan looked around: "There are old graves everywhere here, aren't you afraid?" ”

"What are you afraid of? Ghost? Xiao Duxue put on her shoes and knocked, "I didn't do anything to be sorry for them, what's there to be afraid of?" If there are really dead souls wandering around, I can just chat with them and ask them if they have a hell of a hell, and if they have Meng Po and her soup. If so, I want to know what that soup tastes like. ”

Ye Hanchuan returned a disgusted look: "Are you a girl?" Think of strange things. ”

Xiao Duxue ignored his dislike and picked wildflowers everywhere. This season, wildflowers are everywhere, and it's easy to pick a handful. She found a flat place to sit down and began to arrange flowers.

Ye Hanchuan approached her and watched as those scattered flowers slowly turned into beautiful bouquets. "Plug it in and send it to me?"

"You're going to give it away?"

"Send myself."

"This flower has a strong fragrance, not suitable for boys, next time I will pick some light for you."

"That's fine. Your flower arrangement seems to be very methodical. Learned? ”

"Good eyesight. It's a pity that I've only learned a little bit and I still have to work hard. ”

"You've lost a lot of weight lately, and your dark circles are getting worse, don't be too tired."

"When did you become so gentle and considerate? Don't tell me you're converted. Xiao Duxue planted the last flower branch and threw the rest into the grass, "You read in peace, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf everywhere Amitabha." As for this girl, I don't have to worry about you. She ran down the hill, laughing like a bell, her red clothes like fire, and her black hair like night. Green hills and flowers stretched behind her, and it was a gorgeous and plain background.

Ye Hanchuan was intoxicated by the beauty of this picture scroll, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

Chu Xinghe's heart hurt as if he had been pierced with thousands of pine needles: it turned out that the bright moon had already been plucked! Although he is stubborn, he is a rare talent. He deserves you! I think I can only be a flower protector and accompany you on this journey.

Running to the foot of the mountain, Xiao Duxue slowed down, walking lightly and quietly. She sniffed the bouquet of flowers and wrinkled her nose: the aroma was too strong! I guess Mengya won't like it either. As soon as I turned the mountain pass, I met Chu Xingyue who was walking. When she saw that it was the woman who was with Chu Xinghe last night, she didn't feel restrained, and greeted her with a smile.

"This flower is so beautiful! Was it picked in the mountains? ”

"Hmm. This wildflower is the overlord of September, and it is fragrant and beautiful all over the mountain. ”

"Can you give it to me? I love it! ”

"Absolutely. To give! ”

"Am I going to be a man of love?"

"Nothing. I'm just bored and playing. I'm glad you like it. ”

"Then you're welcome." Chu Xingyue pointed to the back mountain and asked, "Did you see Teacher Chu?" ”

"Nope. He also went up the mountain? There are several ways up and down the mountain, and it is estimated that we have taken a fork. ”

"Possibly. Twilight, there's something I'd like to ask you for, wouldn't it be too presumptuous? ”

"Tell me about it. If it is within my means, I will do my best. ”

"I'm going back tomorrow, but I can't rest assured that you, Teacher Chu. He has a bad stomach and often doesn't eat on time, and after a long time, I'm afraid he can't stand it. I would like to ask you to take care of him for me, at least not to let him miss three meals a day. ”