Laba is the New Year. The days are not pretentious because of anyone's minor illness and pain, Ning Yi survived a high fever and cold that he had carried in the past, and finally got rid of the devil's discomfort on the twentieth day of the lunar month.

She stood in front of Tian Minfang and said to her with the greatest patience: "Come and read it to me, hoe the day of noon-".

She had read this sentence more than 20 times, but Tian Minfang either blinked at her, or hummed two words that she didn't understand at all.

Tian Minfang hung water at the bottom of the mountain for a week, during which Xiao Xuan and Ning Yi went down the mountain to see it, and by the way, they settled the account that Li Chunliang had given to Dr. Zhao. A few days ago, Dr. Zhao said that Tian Minfang's health was already well and there was no need to stay at the bottom of the mountain.

Ning Yi didn't know if Tian Minfang had a bad brain, because she rarely spoke in normal times, but now she is seriously ill, her face is yellow, and she doesn't pay attention to what others say, so she can't know the truth of her illness at all.

The six-year-old girl just kept blinking her large, bright and empty eyes, making others wonder if her perception of the world was vague or clear. Ning Yi suddenly remembered what Shi Qingqing said that day, when her father hacked her mother to death, she was on the side to witness everything. What would be the heart of such a young child when he saw such a bloody and cruel thing? When her mind was still spotless, she was forced to witness a slaughter like an animal, and her heart was dripping with a pool of blood.

Tian Minfang was still blinking, saying things that others couldn't understand like babbling.

At this time, Xiao Xuan came over - he was also recovering from a serious illness, and now his face was lazy and unenergetic, and the pursed lips almost revealed indifference and slaughter, and his bloodless face added a strange delicacy to him.

He walked up to Tian Minfang and showed a smile just right, breaking the aura that could freeze and kill the Quartet: "Brother Tian Xin and they went to the mountains to learn plants this afternoon, do you want to go?" ”

A line of shiny saliva flowed from the corner of Tian Minfang's mouth, and she suddenly jumped with a smile. She herself likes Xiao Xuan very much, so Ning Yi still can't figure out whether she likes it instinctively and is happy, or because she understands Xiao Xuan's words, so she wants to follow.

Xiao Xuan turned to Ning Yi, but he didn't deliberately change his expression, and still kept a smile for Tian Minfang: "Don't worry too much, she shouldn't have any big problems." ”

Ning Yi sighed dismally: "I just taught 'hoeing day noon', I read it more than 20 times to no avail." I don't know if this kid is missing eyes or what's going on, and I don't believe her brain burned out. ”

"Be patient, Mr. Ning." He walked out sideways, the strip of white cloth on his left hand like a large butterfly coiled around his palm and wrist.

His wound had formed a terrible scab, and he occasionally removed the white strip and washed it to make the wound run naked, and when he saw the child, he wrapped it up again to prevent it from being frightening.

Xiao Xuan is a very attentive person.

Ning Yi took his eyes off him, gave up the brainwashing education of Tian Minfang's "hoeing day and afternoon", and opened his notebook and began to record what he saw and felt. She has so much to say, too many things to remember, and she wants to bring such a poor and unknown world to the eyes of the outside world. She couldn't bear to build her dreams in this place, and the pen and paper used to only think about creating dreams, but now she only wanted to record the mottled and devastated ones.

Perhaps romantic love, exciting suspense, and fantasy travel are all more attractive than the world in the mountains she writes. But she still chose to take such a path and wrote the story of this mountain. Even if no one cares, it is better than chasing the waves and losing one's heart.

The author follows his heart, does not stick to the market, and does not bow his head to fame and fortune.

She writes about mountainous areas, about poor people, about pure relationships, and about children's thirst for the unknown. She hopes that one day others will see this place, and she also hopes that one day this place will really meet its own savior. Since then, there has been no suffering, and there has been prosperity.