Hearing the child say this, the bitter old man was not too shocked, it seemed that he had been prepared, but the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard this, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

The thin old man just glanced at the child, and without saying a word, he disappeared into the night alone, without greeting him.

Since then, the child has not seen the shadow of the old man, and not even the body has been found.

Since then, however, he has done one more thing, and that is to go to a black boulder halfway up the mountain every night to light a candle the size of his index finger and smoke a dry cigarette for three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every year......

The fire was extinguished in an instant, and suddenly it was plunged into darkness again.

It's just that at this time, Zhang Muyang's eyes when he looked at the old man changed slightly, and he seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, the sheep herder covered his mouth and coughed twice, glanced at Zhang Muyang, and signaled him not to say anything.

Zhang Muyang could only swallow and spit when he saw the sheep herd like this, and nodded.

"I just got off the ground, and my bones are still empty, so let's raise them alive! The days to come will be long......" said the shepherd, knocking the dry tobacco pouch again.

Zhang Muyang nodded when he heard the sound, and signaled that he had taken it to heart.

At this moment, I only heard the woman suddenly say coldly to the bitter old man, "Dad, aren't you still leaving?" ”

"After taking this mouthful, leave ......" seemed to know what kind of calculation the woman had in her heart, and the shepherd said with a doting white glance.

"Then you'd better hurry up and smoke it!" The woman continued to urge.

"Let's go, let's go......" The shepherd was forced to drop such a sentence with some anger, and then walked out with a dry cigarette.

Seeing the old man leaving, the woman suddenly became enthusiastic about Zhang Muyang again, always wanting to say something to Zhang Muyang, although the woman's age is much older than Zhang Muyang, but after all, she is also a girl, and when she arrives at this time, she is shy again.

In the moonlight, I could only faintly see her face crimson.

"Can you tell me what it's like down the mountain?" The woman held back for a long time and finally said the first sentence.

"Yamashita?" Zhang Muyang was a little suspicious in his eyes, although he vaguely guessed the woman's life experience, but now the woman obviously didn't mean to go down the mountain when she asked this.

"Well, it's Yamashita." The woman said with her big eyes, a look of longing.

"Haven't you ever descended the mountain?" Zhang Muyang still asked the question in his heart.

"No, my father said that the world under the mountain is not clean, and after going down, I will meet tigers walking on two legs, and jackals, which are particularly fierce, so he has never let me go down the mountain......" The woman said with a sense of grievance on her face that only eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls can have.

Zhang Muyang looked at the woman pear blossom and cried with rain, and he just felt pity in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and said: "It's not only the two-legged jackals and tigers and leopards under this mountain, in fact, most of the time they are people who are as docile as goats, and they will follow the ......head sheep."

It's just that halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that he was comforting people, and it was obvious that he was adding fuel to the fire, so he hurriedly changed his words and said: "There are actually a lot of delicious things under the mountain, such as Guihua cake, mung bean crisp, marshmallow, Tang people's ......."

Not to mention that Zhang Muyang really has the talent of a foodie, in his mouth, he only describes those pastries and snacks as described in the myth, as if he can become an immortal as long as he eats such a bite.

It's just that after listening to Zhang Muyang's description, this woman's eyes flashed with golden light, and her mouth slapped twice, and then some thieves pulled Zhang Muyang and walked into the house, and said while pulling back: "I have tasted all these fathers you said, I have some here, and I will give you some to eat." ”

"Have you eaten?" Hearing the woman say this, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but blush, he originally thought that this woman didn't know anything about the mountain, and she didn't know anything, but judging from the current scene, this woman is not simple......

"After eating, my father hid a lot of it for me." The woman said proudly, as if she was sharing a little secret with Zhang Muyang.

couldn't help but say, Zhang Muyang was pulled into the house, and saw the woman say to Zhang Muyang a little cunningly: "You wait for me here!" As soon as he turned around, he ran to the small bedroom next door, and after rummaging through the cabinets for a while, he saw a woman walking out with an octagonal square box with an ink background and vermilion lacquer.

Looking at the octagonal vermilion lacquer square box held in the woman's hand, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but underestimate it in his heart, after all, looking at the broken cave with four walls of this house, and then looking at the square box, this huge comparison, anyone should think about it more.

It's just that all this was left behind by him the moment the woman opened the lid, and he saw that the box was neatly divided into eight small grids, and each box contained pastries of different colors.

"Give you a taste of this, this should be the same as your hydropower one." The woman said as she carefully took out a piece of white pastry from the box.

Zhang Muyang took the pastry, put it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Taste it, this is a very delicious ......," the woman said, with an expectant look on her face.

At the entrance of the pastry, Zhang Muyang only felt that this square and sturdy dim sum just now melted all of a sudden, just like drinking a sip of a mountain spring, only felt that the throat was cold and silky, and its taste was sweet, and it could not be dispersed for a long time, he dared to swear that this was the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.

The pleasure of food is long-lasting, and the two of them gradually talk longer and more on the topic of food, and the more they talk, the more they get to know each other.

It's just that what Zhang Muyang didn't expect was that when women heard Zhang Muyang talk about men and women, they were extremely excited, of course, what they said about men and women was just stories like getting married or Liang Zhu......