Ah Qin's voice was from far and near, still echoing in his ears, Xiao Yong dragged a little boy about two years old, Ah Qin chased behind, and the family giggled and laughed.

That shot from yesterday comes to my mind.

The winding mountain road has a bit of a sense of familiarity. I opened all the windows and the mountain breeze was whistling.

The bamboo forest in the distance is still lush.

I turned my head to see that the fields at the foot of the mountain had become a tiny grid, shining in the twilight.

When you pass that cliff, the night is like a tide, and in less than a moment it covers the entire valley. I suddenly remembered the scene at that time: the silence of the whole valley, the occasional sneezing or coughing of people suffering from the cold, and the strange sound of unknown birds returning to their nests in the mountains, which made people feel inexplicably eerie. The mountain mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the valley like a widow's mourning garment, a dazzling white. It was pitch black under the cliff, and it was impossible to see clearly in the moonlight. Everywhere there was a tranquility, like the endless tranquility that death brings to the suffering of the sick.

I suddenly remembered the girl named Han Yun. The girl who said she wouldn't let me go if she was a ghost...... The valley in front of me, the deathly quiet, still makes me feel creepy.

Leaving the cliff, I still seem to hear crows chirping. On a cool autumn night, I came to the hot spring resort that I had not seen for a long time.

The girl who received me was very delicate, and her skin was a little dark, but her facial features were very exquisite. She smiled at me and asked me why I had to be in that room and if I had lived in it before.

I didn't answer, just smiled and nodded.

As I passed by the clubhouse, I suddenly remembered the woman in the ethnic dress, the fair-skinned beautiful woman.

The decoration of the room still makes people feel very high-end, the ceiling fan above the head is still shaking slowly, and the huge white bed is in the middle, like a temple piled up with white marble. The bathroom is atmospheric and sophisticated, the aromatherapy oil next to the TV is being lit, and like last time, there is still a romantic smell everywhere.

The hotel's concierge was about to teach me how to use the hot spring pool in the yard, and I waved my hand. Then I watched his back disappear into the night with the battery car.

I rinsed the outdoor pool, filled it with hot spring water, brewed a cup of old tea, put it on the stone slab by the pool, and then jumped into the hot water, looked at the mountains in the distance, and smoked comfortably.

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The next day, I still slept until I woke up naturally.

Gently opened the curtains and saw the picturesque scenery outside the window.

I sat on the couch and looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, with clouds and mist, quite fairy. The direction of the mountain seems to be very aura, and there are various characteristic buildings nearby, and in the early morning rain and dew, it is misty. They are blended into the various thermal pools, which are scattered and irregular, but very harmonious, surrounded by a variety of green vegetation, mixed and grown, lush and green – everything is as before.

After a while, I remembered that I was going to make a pot of tea.

Sitting on the couch, I gently inhaled the fresh air outside the window and admired the mountains in the distance and the banana leaves next to me. Suddenly, I noticed that when I opened the curtain on the right, there was a line of writing on the wall next to the window, which was very small, but graceful. I looked at it, and it was a few lines of lyrics from "Once Upon a Time":

I remember when I was a teenager earlier

Everyone is sincere

Say a word is a sentence

Early in the morning, the train station is dark and the long street is dark and there are no pedestrians

A small shop selling soy milk is steaming

Once upon a time, the sun was slowing down, and the carriages, horses, and mail were slow

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime

The old locks are also beautiful, and the keys are beautiful

If you lock it, people will understand

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There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime. Yes, what a beautiful and simple time it was. Thinking of this, the scene where Xiao Yong and Ah Qin met at the elevator door came to my mind again.

How nice it would be if life was only as it first saw it.

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The woman who smiled and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, I don't know, where is she now?

Walking out of the house, I came to the pavilion, sat for a while, and smoked several cigarettes.

The mountains in the distance, coincidentally, are also being obscured by layers of clouds and mist. I looked up at the sky and felt that a rain was coming, so I gently extinguished the fireworks in my hand and looked at the green plantain leaves in a daze......

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Pressing the green button on the wall, the nectar-like hot spring water gushed out from the edge of the mosaic-covered pool, and in less than a moment, the whole pool was almost full...... The fog is thick and crystal clear...... On a winter afternoon, there has just been a shower, and the sun is extremely bright, shining on people's bodies very comfortably. I looked at the natural hot spring water, smelled the water with a hint of sulfur, and then immersed half of my body in the hot spring water and slowly closed my eyes......

Dr. Liu, Lawyer Tang, He Bin, York, Chief An Lie, Venerable Hui Qing, Ah Tian, Ah Hao, Xiao Xue, Han Ting, Ah Jin, Ah Ling, Tian Laoda...... The old man who died at the stall under the pier...... Disfigured two girls...... The two bodies that floated from the sea in the middle of the night...... Bloody wife and daughter and parents in five holes......

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On the gallows, the man also named Gao Yue was tightly pressed by two big black men on his shoulders. He looked around, as if looking for something, and he saw many familiar faces in the crowd below...... When the thick rope of the bowl was around his neck, his face was like ink, and his eyes were full of extreme fear...... The rope kept tightening, and for about a few seconds, he was like a rooster that had been strangled by the neck, and was still struggling desperately after dying, flapping his wings, and shouted a very muffled breath, and then there was no more movement...... The twilight sun, through the clouds, shone like a sharp sword on the dangling rope. Finally, the blood-like horizon gradually faded its proper color, and everyone knew that tomorrow morning, everything will be new again, and the cycle will start again.

A golden coin slid down into the hot spring pool, still shining golden under the sparkling water...... Suddenly, the hot spring pool became a vast ocean, roaring and boiling under my nose.

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After soaking for a while, I felt that it was too hot, I sat on the stone slab, drinking tea while admiring the banana trees next to the pavilion, the leaves of these plantain trees grew so fast, a leaf was enough for an umbrella, green, stretching in front of me......