Under the leadership of Na Jie, the investigation team set up their tents in an open space by the lake. Then everyone formed a group and walked around the lake. It wasn't until it was dark that he returned to the tent. Dinner began around the fire that Najay had lit. Najie told everyone that this is a magical lake, and even if the sun is scorching, as long as it is alarmed, it will rain immediately.

Everyone thinks that legends are just legends, and no one believes them. Huangfu, who had not spoken much, didn't know if it was a whim or a sudden short circuit in one of the tendons, so he shouted loudly at the lake. Sure enough, after a while, there was a real drizzle in the night sky. Then the rain grew heavier, extinguishing the burning fire, and everyone rushed back to their tents.

I lay in my sleeping bag, listening to the wind outside the tent as it swept through the endless emptiness, and listened to the rain crackling against the tent. These raindrops are sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, sometimes like desperate Saburo, sometimes like dragonflies dotting water. I think of a song called "Rain Hitting Basho", although the mood is different, but the rhythm of the sound is quite similar. I opened the Mp3 and I didn't find the tune. There is no signal here, and it is impossible to search on the Internet, so I have to replace it with a song by the blind A Bing's "Erquan Reflecting the Moon".

On this stormy night, on the edge of this plateau lake, I listened to "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" in my tent, which describes the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and I felt very interesting. With my eyes open, it was pitch black all around, except for the melody of erhu wandering in the air. On such a night, "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" has become a heavenly sound. I closed my eyes and seemed to see the clear moonlight, and saw the bright moon reflected in the sky by the mountain spring that was as quiet as a mirror under the moonlight. I saw a surging pine forest, and in the undulations of the pine waves, the moonlight shone on the rocks among the pines. On the rocks sat a lonely old man, wielding a bowstring, and the sound of spring water flowing from his huqin, fluttering in the wind, swirling in the moonlight, permeating my little tent tonight. The dreamlike sound of "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" pulled my mind and opened up a world of classical Jiangnan under the moonlight. On the crooked little stone river, there was a small canopy boat, and a small blue and white cloth handkerchief floated on the boat. The boat passed through the winding stone alley, crossed the curved stone arch bridge, and anchored at a lotus pond. In the lotus pond is a lotus leaf like ink, and on the lotus leaf is a lotus flower. The watery pink flowers bloomed one after another, and I saw the crystal dew drops on the petals, and I saw a small bright moon in the depths of the dewdrops. Pillowing this little moon, I smell the long-closed fragrance that is released when the flowers bloom. In this long-lasting breath, I fell asleep.

In my dreams, I heard the sound of slight, long, long breathing, and my heart felt as if it had been seized by something. I knew it was Ah Mei. Although it was dark, I had no way to see Ah Mei's face, but I could feel and clearly feel that Ah Mei's face was like a candlelight with a tender flame on the night. My hand touched Ah Mei's body, and Ah Mei's skin was soft and smooth, as if it was a light blister that would melt if I was not careful. It's a feeling that has always stuck with me. In the dark, Ah Mei's face was like a mirror, and I could see all the subtle changes on it. In the dream, I felt the power of Ah Mei, which seemed to be all of Ah Mei's strength. Ah Mei hugged me desperately, as if she was afraid that as soon as Ah Mei let go, I would disappear.

I could clearly see Ah Mei's face shining softly in the moonlight. I could clearly see the watery expression on Ah Mei's face. In the light of this light, in the overflow of the water, it was as if I had fallen directly from the fire into the ice cellar, and thousands of long silver needles pierced through my brain. At this moment, there was a deathly silence all around, no heartbeat could be heard, no breathing could be heard, everything was gone without a trace. At this moment, I had a real feeling of touching death in my heart.

In the dream, my sister and I have been separated by yin and yang. In the dream, although Ah Mei and I are separated by two worlds, they are women I am very familiar with. She was very docile, although I couldn't see her face clearly in my dreams, only the rhododendron flowers jumped like flames. But in my dreams, that feeling made me feel like I was chilling even when I woke up. In my dreams she gave me a kind of trembling, a series of tremors like electric shocks. In my dreams I could hear her voice clearly, empty, as if it were coming from the sky.

In my dreams, I couldn't see her clearly, but I could really feel her presence.

In the dream, she asked me if I was okay now.

I said I was fine, and I asked her how it was?

She said that's it.

I said I had a lot to say to her.

She said that silence is better than sound at this time. She said she could see my heart and she knew my words.

I said she didn't know how much I missed her.

She said I shouldn't have been.

I said I had no choice.

She was silent.

No matter what I said, she didn't say anything.

At this moment, I heard the sound of the wind, the kind of wind that destroys the soul and destroys the bones.

In the wind, I felt her body gradually shrinking, and finally became a bird that stood out and soared into the sky. I saw this bird crying blood on the hillside. And the blood from the bird's cry grew into patches of blood-colored flowers.

In my dream, I also became a bird, a hummingbird flying backwards, but there was a blur behind me.

At this time, I heard a crisp gunshot, and I opened my eyes violently.

I was awakened in a dream by a gunshot and woke up to someone outside the tent asking, what happened? Someone replied that there was nothing, it was the old cannon that shot a strange animal. The people I heard the question and answer were Ruoyu and Old Ash. Ruoyu asked, "What strange animal?" "I don't know, but I didn't see what it looked like from a distance, only a dazzling mass of white hair." ”

Suddenly I felt a vague uneasiness in my heart, and I got out of the tent and asked Old Gray, "Where is that strange animal?" ”

Old Gray pointed in the direction of one of the tents on the far side and said, "It's over there." Najay had already passed, and he should know what kind of animal it was. But looking at Najie's face, he didn't seem to be very happy. It can't be that the old cannon accidentally got into trouble, right? ”

I said, "Probably not!" I'll go check it out first. ”

I followed the direction of the old gray finger and found the old cannon. At this time, Li Lili and several others gathered around to look at Na Jie, and Na Jie's face was solemn.