I don't know what kind of emotion this is, but I know that these snow-capped mountains have a special meaning to him.

It is conceivable that his mind cannot be blank at this time, everything here must have a considerable relationship with him, but I don't even have the direction to guess.

The stuffy oil bottle stood like this for a long time.

Instead of moving on, we dug a snow nest in the snow, spread a tarp, lit a smokeless stove, and spent the night.

The next day, we set off again with our luggage and continued our walk into the mountains.

Along the way, I was the only one who kept talking, talking about the beauty of the world, about other places he hadn't been, and about the incomparably tempting food. He never spoke, nor did he show any signs of boredom.

I didn't know what he was interested in, so I searched through everything I had with him to find something that seemed to be of interest to him. For example, he always looks out the window.

I think he probably has a special penchant for traveling.

At first, the intensity of my persuasion was quite large, but later, the road became more and more difficult to walk, and my physical exertion became more and more great, and I could only move forward in silence. After walking for several days, we had entered the snow-capped area of the snow-covered mountains without any bare ground, and looked out behind us from a high place, and all the villages we had come from when we came.

As far as I could see, I could see the Changbai Mountain Range stretching endlessly, with thousands of peaks and valleys, many of which are inaccessible. I can't tell if our route this time is the same as the route we took last time we went into the mountains.

I remember that when Junko brought us here, he once told me the names of some mountain peaks, Sansheng Snow Mountain and Harrier Snow Mountain. At that time, the peaks seemed to look different from what I see now. I remember that Pan Zi still had all kinds of ridicule at that time, and now. Mountains and people are a different story.

On the third night, we pitched our tents and spent the night. It's close to the line I've set before, and it's only a day's journey.

That night, we found a dry place and lit a fire, and sat in front of the fire. For the first time, he turned his gaze to me in silence.

I also stared at him for a long time, and he kept looking at him like this, and I began to judge whether the focus of his gaze was on me. But when I found out that he was really looking at me, I thought it was very strange and I said, "Something is wrong with me." Is there a monster behind me? "I asked him a few times, but he didn't respond, I think this person is not usually very normal, and I must not understand the situation now. But after a while, he suddenly asked me for a cigarette.

I handed it to him, thinking he was going to chew it straight again like before. Unexpectedly, he put it in the fire and lit it, and then he really smoked.

"Ya Jingran really knows how to smoke." I was horrified.

In the light of the fire, he suddenly said, "When are you going to follow?" ”

I couldn't help but be stunned and said, "It's nothing to do with you." It's my own business. ”

He said, "If you continue to follow me, I will knock you out tomorrow,"

I looked at his expression. Knowing that he was definitely not joking, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed and stammered, "You, what do you want to do?" Don't mess around. ”

He said, "You'll be fine." ”

I was so angry and funny, I said, "I'm not going to let you knock me out." He said lightly: "Then you can run away now, or from now on, keep a considerable distance from me." ”

I said, "How far?" ”

"As long as you are not more than a hundred meters away from me, I can hit you with a stone." I'll carry you to a safe place, and when you wake up, you can't find me anymore. ”

In that moment. I froze for a moment, and I suddenly realized. It's funny, but it's a meaning. It's clear

He didn't want me to go any further, he obviously didn't believe me that I would give up when I got to that line, he still went at his own pace, he felt that it was time to separate.

I said, "Can't you think about it again?" Does it make sense for you to do that now? ”

"Meaning is such a thing, does it make sense?" He looked at the blazing bonfire and said, "The word 'meaning' has no meaning in itself. ”

I looked at him for three minutes, didn't say anything, then turned and walked into the tent.

I gave up, I really didn't have anything more to say. If I could, I would go up and smack him in the mouth, and I don't think it's very likely that he would immediately roll over and pop my head. But probably I won't be able to beat him, he's too fast. If you scold him, it's like scolding a stone, and there is no pleasure at all. I've said everything I need to say, and I know it's useless to do anything now.

Anyway, it's only a day's journey, and instead of getting to the line I set for myself, I continue to struggle and be helpless until I collapse and finally get knocked out by him, so I might as well give up here. I can stay here and watch him disappear into the snow.

At this point, I have already decided, and tomorrow at dawn, I will go back. I will make a mark here, and I will come here every year to worship and sweep the tomb.

I lay down in my sleeping bag, feeling depressed and unable to sleep for ten minutes, and the stuffy oil bottle also came in and began to tidy up my things. After tidying up for a while, he said, "Goodbye." ”

I said, "Friend, let's go tomorrow, I won't follow you anymore." He nodded, took out his vigil gear and left the tent: my heart was full of despair.

A very good friend of yours, bent on death, you look at him, but you can't stop him, there is a layer between you and him that can't be pierced with any tool. You can touch this thing in any way, but you can't find a gap to break through it.

I was very sad after I decided, but I also felt that I should understand and understand the phrase of the stuffy oil bottle: the word "meaning" itself has no meaning.

I turned my face away, and my mind slowly calmed down. Ignore the people outside, close your eyes and recuperate.

I fell asleep before I knew it. Then, I don't know how long I slept. I was woken up by a strange sound. The sound sounded like a group of strange people singing in your sleep, and the song was melodious. It seems to be a very large number of people, and it feels very strange to hear it in such a place:

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and realized that it was the sound of the wind.

My tent was rocking from side to side, and the wind lamps used to light it seemed to fall at any moment, and the light was on and off. I got up and walked out, and found that there was a strong wind all around. The wind was blowing snow chips into the valley. The bottle wasn't around, and his luggage was gone.

Dog, leave without saying hello. I rubbed my head to see if he had knocked me unconscious while I was sleeping. It's okay on the head. It seems that he saw that I was asleep, and even avoided knocking me unconscious.

I looked at the sky again and knew it was going to be terrible. In this weather, if you hesitate any longer, you will definitely be unlucky, the first heavy snow in Changbai Mountain. It's definitely coming today.

If you go further into the mountains, you will basically die for life. I saw that the stuffy oil bottle did not take away even a bit of food, and my heart was full of emotion. Know that everything is a foregone conclusion.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the tent was almost blown into the air. I looked at the time, and walked back for three days, and there would be a place for supplies. And the earlier I go, the less chance I have of being caught up by a blizzard, so I started packing my everything. When I had everything ready, I saw that the snow on the slopes around me was blown and fluttered in the air, and everything seemed to collapse at any moment.

Before that. I think the stuffy oil bottle still has a chance to survive, even after I return to the tourist area. If I tell them that someone in the mountain is missing, they might send someone into the mountain to search. If there are too many people, you might even be able to tie up the stuffy oil bottle. But now in this weather situation, I'm afraid that even if I send a regiment or a division of people to search for it. The stuffy oil bottle has no chance of surviving.

Fortunately, he has no relatives and no worries.

There is an old Chinese saying: If you eat the scales, you will have an iron heart. No one can change what the stuffy oil bottle decides. I've done my best here. I suppressed all the sadness in my heart and began to walk back.

The wind was getting stronger, and I had only walked a few steps, when suddenly, the snow on the slope in front of me was sliding down in large swaths, and my path began to become more and more difficult.

After walking a few hundred meters, I rounded a mountain pass and found the trough cake. The mountains in front of me all collapsed, and I saw a patch of snow that I hadn't seen before.

I climbed a few meters and was dizzy when I saw it, the snow bags had messed up all the routes I had taken before, and I couldn't tell which way I should go back.

I lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and wondered what to do. After all, it's still relatively close to tourism, and I have a way to get out anyway, but I'm afraid that if I go in the wrong direction, it will be troublesome. Although I was very sad about the fate of the stuffy oil bottle, it was quite depressing to think that I would most likely die before him.

It's like there's a person who is seriously ill and dying, and basically when you go, you're going to attend his memorial service. But when you arrive, the dying person is waiting for you with a submachine gun, waiting for you. He swept you with a click, and you collapsed in a pool of blood, and then he himself fell into the coffin and hung up. You lie on the ground, watching your body bleed out. How complex the emotions can be.

That's how I feel now.

After smoking, I continued to climb up, and suddenly I noticed a lot of fist-sized snowballs falling above my head.

Snowballs vary in size and are apparently naturally formed. I looked up and saw that the snow above had landslided quite badly, and the slopes were breaking and sliding straight down. I climbed cautiously, and when I reached the top of the mountain, I immediately found a way to continue on.

My heart settled. I descended from the top of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, where there was a sunny side. I looked up and saw the sun rising from behind the mountain. The opposite slope resembles a giant mirror. I felt a surge of warmth all over my body, and then, suddenly, I noticed that the surroundings had turned pink and became very blurry:

I was stunned and said to myself, what was going on. Immediately I realized that it was snow blindness. I immediately closed my eyes, and I knew that I would never be able to use them again, and if I used them again, it would be completely black in front of me, and I would not be able to see anything. (To be continued)