That night, I naturally fell asleep with hope, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyun did not appear in my dream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I woke up, Meng Xiang had already gotten up first, and she didn't ask me if Zhang Xiaoyun had appeared, but helped me get half a basin of face wash.

In fact, I don't have the energy to go to the first line of ridge anymore, and I want to start doing another thing: looking for Uncle Zhang.

First, to confirm when Zhang Xiaoyun disappeared; Second, I once promised Zhang Xiaoyun that I would be Uncle Zhang like my own grandfather. If Zhang Xiaoyun has really disappeared, then I have the obligation to support the old man and let him spend his old age in peace.

But this matter can only be dragged back, Meng Xiang is tolerant and considerate, and I can't get an inch.

So I still tried to smile as much as I could, and Gao Lingkai walked in front of me excitedly, and I walked behind him holding hands with Meng Xiang.

And once I held Meng Xiang's little hand, my heart suddenly settled down. It has been a whole year since Zhang Xiaoyun was killed, and I should not have imagined that she would live forever in the world and wait for me to meet her at any time.

With a fiancée like Meng Xiang, who is out of the hall and in the kitchen, and is reasonable, gentle and considerate, I should have been satisfied.

So I gradually showed a real smile, teasing Meng Xiang from time to time along the way, still the same as when I usually got along.

It may have rained in the area in recent days, and the road is quite slippery. And there are still people's footprints on the road, as if someone has walked here in the past day or two.

But I don't think it will be Uncle Zhang's footprints, after all, Uncle Zhang is so old, if he wants to move, he will only move out of the mountain, and it is impossible to go deeper into the mountain.

It took us longer than the last time I came with Gao Lingkai, about three and a half hours, and finally arrived at the first line of the ridge.

Standing on the large black stone rock in the shape of an encirclement, looking at the sea of clouds churning under his feet, Meng Xiang was also shocked for a long time.

Gao Lingkai was even more elated, and asked Meng Xiang repeatedly: "How is it?" It's worth it, right? ”

"No matter how valuable it is, it's not worth it to you! We're just here to be a matchmaker for you, let's say it first, if something good happens, don't forget to thank the matchmaker for the red envelope! ”

Meng Xiang and Gao Lingkai already got along very well, so they joked with him. Gao Lingkai smiled and said again and again: "I can't forget, I can't forget!" ”

Gao Lingkai was anxious, and ran ahead alone, trying to find a suitable place to tie the rope and hang us down.

Meng Xiang and I naturally did not run with him, but held hands and walked along the stone rock while enjoying the scenery.

"Colliers, come and see, there's a rope here!" Gao Lingkai suddenly shouted in front of him.

Meng Xiang and I hurried over, and sure enough, we saw a rope, tightly tied to a stone pillar, and then hung down under the stone rock, disappearing between the clouds and mist.

"It can't be the last time we came and forgot to put the rope away, right?" Gao Lingkai asked me.

"No!" I immediately shook my head.

I distinctly remember that after Gao Lingkai went up to the rock, I joked with him and put the rope away.

Meng Xiang had already squatted down to inspect the rope and said, "This can't be the rope that hung here a month ago, and there is no sign of decay at all. I think it's probably a day or two before someone hangs from here. Because the road is very slippery, but the rope is dry, it means that it was after the rain that someone hung the rope here! ”

"I just saw footprints on the road, could it be that this rope is the one who hung here? But...... How could he know that there was something else beneath the clouds? Gao Lingkai said, looking puzzled.

"If we can find out, so can others." I replied.

Gao Lingkai let out an "oh", and suddenly his face became a little anxious.

After a little thought, I already understood that he was in the love network and his eyes were small, for fear that another handsome guy would go down from here, and he would inevitably be moved after seeing Fang Fei, so his chances would be even smaller.

So he went straight down the rope that someone else had tied, but I thought that if someone else came up first and untied the rope, then we wouldn't be able to get up.

So I still took out the rope and was about to tie it to the stone pillar as well, when Gao Lingkai suddenly shouted from below, and when I listened carefully, he seemed to be shouting: "Gao Li, come down!" Uncle Zhang, it seems to be Uncle Zhang! ”

I was startled, hurriedly said hello to Meng Xiang, and climbed down the rope first.

Before I reached the ground, I could see a body lying on the grassy hillside, and next to the body, there was another thing.

Gao Lingkai squatted in front of the body, but instead of looking at the body, he looked up at me.

"Colliers, look at it...... Did Uncle Zhang fall to his death here! ”

I hurriedly threw away the rope and squatted down to take a look, and I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.

It was indeed Uncle Zhang, but he seemed to have already lost his breath, his face turned the color of dead ashes, and he felt that he had been dead for at least twelve hours.

And that thing is a big backpack that is quite old, and when you open it, there are a few pieces of Uncle Zhang's clothes, plus a half-new bed sheet, and a half-new quilt cover.

In addition, under the mountain, there was a black mass of things, although it was difficult to see clearly from a distance, but I guess it was a bed of bedding.

Presumably, after Uncle Zhang arrived at this place, he threw the backpack and bedding off the rock, and he hung the rope down by himself.

But as a result, he was old and frail, and he fell down. Although it is only ten meters high from the rock to this mountain, if it is a young man, he may not be killed by a fall, but Uncle Zhang is so old, he naturally cannot be compared with a young man.

Meng Xiang also climbed down the rope, squatted down and checked Uncle Zhang's body a little, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"The time of death must have been more than twenty hours, and I reckon he was here yesterday morning! But why did he come here at such an age? And climb down this rope with a backpack and bedding? ”

That's actually my question.

I remember when I told Zhang Xiaoyun that this place was very beautiful, she once smiled and said that she would come to see it in the future, and I thought at that time that it was impossible for her to go too far from Uncle Zhang's house.

But now it seems that maybe she really came here, and Uncle Zhang climbed down the hill from the rope in order to pursue his granddaughter.

But the question arises again, if Zhang Xiaoyun can stay away from Uncle Zhang's house for some reason-as if she had followed me around the mountains last time because of the relief in the hands of the public savage-how could she have allowed her grandfather to fall to his death here?

Is it because of her weakened abilities? Or is it because she herself is already in danger?

A chill ran through my heart, and an ominous feeling enveloped my whole body.

(See Chapter 145 of "The Sleeping Boy")