This golden river valley hundreds of millions of years ago, was originally an ocean, after the eruption of the continental shelf volcano, only to form a new continent, and after hundreds of millions of years of rain and sunshine, wind blowing the soil and pregnant, grow a lot of plants and plants, breed generation after generation of beasts, birds, fish and birds, colorful butterflies and flying insects, monkey spirits and tree monsters, because the mountains are high and the water is sick, the deep valley is deep, there is no road and no road, no people arrive, only some mountain spirits and beasts, river monsters and water monsters are rampant here, and human beings appear, there is a Ba tribe besieged by other tribes on the plain, in order to avoid the scourge of war, they help the old and the young, felling wood for boats, from the Yangtze River into the Qingjiang River, and down the river into the Golden River valley, along the shore built many villages, thus becoming an isolated immortal native clan, and because of going out to climb the mountain, push the window to look at the peak, always accompanied by the mountains and forests, by the grace of the mountains, the whole people regard the mountain as the mother, worship the peak as the father, but when someone asks "who are you", then look at the dangerous peak that towers into the clouds and kowtow, calling herself "the daughter of the mountain". If sometimes it is said that the people of this mountain will climb the mountain and call it Bashan, so they will call the people in the mountains Bashan, and they will be called Bashan people, and they will be falsely passed on from mouth to mouth, and a mountain word is omitted, referred to as Ba people, but Wei and Jin celebrities like to call the good name, and the Ba people are called Wuling people, because there is Tao Yuanming's composition "Peach Blossom Spring" passed down to future generations, this name will be passed on for thousands of years, and the world is familiar with the notice, and there is also the Qing Dynasty opera artist Gu Cai wrote "Rongmei Ji You" More than 50,000 words, the true record of the customs and human feelings of the people of Wuling Mountain, the appearance of the mountains and valleys, the detailed description of the harmony between man and beast, the unity of heaven and man, the world of the Ba people, let people appreciate the "tiger ape beckoning and happy gathering." Caifeng Pass calls the magical world of "Junlai". Whoever arrives here feels as if they have entered a medieval primeval forest, and everything they see and hear is new.

And I'm standing at the bottom of this magical valley of the Golden River. My ears were numb by the roaring torrent, my heart was soothed by the damp cool breeze in the valley, and my face was tickled by the sticky air, but under my feet was a pile of volcanic stones that had been washed out for hundreds of millions of years. Sedimentary rocks that are soft and loose, basalt that seeps out from springs, and limestone that is slippery like jade shoots. There are also countless pebbles that are as round as eggs...... Looking at these rocky rocks, I felt as if I had suddenly descended into a fairytale world composed of countless stone monsters and rock demons, and I felt new and uneasy.

Truth be told, this sense of novelty isn't just given to me by the magical world in front of me. And my memories of my growing recovery. It seems that every moment something from the past or a person suddenly comes to my eyes, sometimes it is a few words from someone, sometimes it is a scene that I have been there before, sometimes it is a long list of events, these memories that have been lurking in my mind, which should be old, have been turned into new things by my amnesia, and from time to time stimulate my nerves. It makes me happy and worried. One moment of anger, one moment of resentment, one moment of impatience, and one moment of helplessness. At the moment, my concern is that the woman named Li Yan is called my wife by the two big deacons who guard the mountain in the cave, but I have no impression of her eyebrows and nose. Now, the dead Shen's mother instructed me to go to her through a mobile phone, but she was not in this ancient town, but in Dajiang City, which was in a crisis for me. If I want to find out the truth about my identity, I must go back to Oe City. But what does this woman really look like? She was in my mind as just a black pearl with slightly darker skin and a bit of an artist's temperament, and her facial contours were blurred like a lump of paste. I thought I had to find a photograph or a portrait or something, to satisfy my curiosity about what my wife looked like, and to make it easier for me to recognize her at a glance in Dae City.

I jumped up and down from the rocks as tall as houses, passed through the cracks in the rocks, and repeated the process over and over again, until it took me about half an hour to climb up the mountainside and step onto the chain bridge that was swirling in the clear light. Of course, before I got to the top of the bridge, I had carefully observed the situation on the bridge deck, and there was no one near the cliff at the head of the bridge, and I had to be very careful to watch out for the black bear monster and the Lei soldier who could not be shaken off, although the boy Lei Xiaobing might have been buried in the rubble pile of the river beach. However, I didn't see the kid's body on the riverbank just now, so I'm not sure he's still alive, you know, that kid is a Cheng Biting Jin who can't be killed, how can he die so easily.

I hid at the bottom of the bridge about ten meters away, where there was a craggy rock, as high as a grass hut in the countryside, with a round hole the size of a head exposed in the middle, I hid behind the round hole, to observe the movement of the bridgehead, and after making sure that there was no one, I used both my feet and hands to drill into a small jungle of red and beech beside me, and when I got out of it again, one of my hands was already within reach of the iron cable at the head of the bridge.

The bridge was obviously empty, and the mountain people who relied on the bridge for traffic had already returned to their wooden houses on the hillside and slept with their wives and children in their arms. The townspeople don't come to this bridge for no reason to enjoy the uneasiness and fear of this moonlit night. The people in the town are not like the people in the city, they like to play what kind of romance, and they want to fall in love with the moon on the bridge this month. Only the mountain breeze of the summer night, the rolling waves, the chirping of animals. However, some people say that the calmer the place is like water, the more dangerous it is, so I am still very careful.

I saw the shadow of the tree on the bridge shaking his head, and the shadow of the mountain was like a turtle, and there was no trace of him, so I jumped up to the bridge, and held on to the chain that shook freely in the valley wind, and strode across the bridge. However, because the planks on the bridge deck were incomplete, many of them were not half-pulled in the air, and they were not tightly tied on the iron chains, so when they stepped on it, the planks turned to the bottom of the valley as soon as they were warped. For this reason, I could only hold on to the shoulder-high chain, see what was under my feet, and stride forward. Other words. This is already the fastest. Otherwise, you may stumble and fall into the rolling turbidity waves.

Walk across the bridge and jump off the stone steps. Entering the narrow alley, I just squatted down in the shadow under the eaves of a two-room building to catch my breath, and when I touched my forehead, there was no hot sweat, but a cold sweat, trying to take away the huge power of the short spear in the hand of the black bear monster, breaking my heart and stones. It's like a howitzer, and I'm glad he didn't hide on the bridge and ambush me. Otherwise, it would be hard to escape. I couldn't help but wonder again, where did the black bear monster go? Going back to the town to stay in a hotel, or to fill your stomach, is nothing more than these two possibilities. There's no way he's going to leave the ancient town. It's really strange to say that this black bear monster is really strange. Why did he hide under Shen's mother's corpse in advance, as if he knew that he wanted to go back to the town. Why did he kill me? Based on the information I have so far, I can only think that he is a killer sent by Guo Zhenchao. Perhaps, Guo Zhenchao thinks that Lei Xiaobing is too old-fashioned, sticking to the inherent law, and blindly only wants to arrest me and bring me to justice, and will not kill me with one shot. If he takes me back to the police station, Guo Zhenchao is afraid that someone else will jump out of it. It is not good for him to learn his secret from me. Therefore, I sent such a black bear monster to kill me and kill me.

Thinking of this, my resentment towards Guo Zhenchao has added another layer, I feel that this person is really the scum of the police, a moth of the power organs, and there is an urge to pull him out in every possible way. After gasping for a while, I gritted my teeth and touched the key to the "Flame Treasure Ancient Shop" in my trouser pocket, which was given to me by the man who sold wine syrup, and I wanted to use it to open the familiar antique shop, maybe I could find a photo of Li Yan inside, so that I would solve the big problem, so that I would not be unrecognizable to her.

The street lights in the ancient town are swaying, warm and peaceful, but I have always maintained a high degree of vigilance against the apparent calm, and I have been careful along the way, hiding and hiding, but this ancient town is too small, there are only hundreds of families on the left, and it is not even half an hour before I have come to the street where the Flame Treasure Ancient Shop is located.

I opened the door of the ancient shop, stepped in, a puff of spider silk wrapped around my face, touched an electric door by the door, and was about to press it, thinking that I could not expose myself, so I took my hand away again, and took out a flashlight in my arms, which I bought on the way back to the ancient shop just now, and now it comes in handy.

I closed the door of the ancient shop with my backhand, felt the latch to lock the door from the inside, and then used a flashlight to look at the situation in the store, only to see that the inside was really the same as the scene that suddenly appeared in my memory, there were transparent glass counters under the walls on the left and right, there were some bottles and cans of calligraphy and paintings, bronze antiquities, and in the middle there was a large carved table that could be used as a bed to lie down, and six round wooden stools, all of which were covered with thick dust. The image of the black pearl Li Yan sitting on a wooden stool, holding a paintbrush and writing pictures and texts, with her ears and hair, her eyebrows and eyebrows, wearing a blue-gray Korean-style skirt, and a pair of flat heels on her feet, but her cheeks were still blurry and I couldn't think of it. I turned my head and saw that the wall opposite the gate was full of porcelain, and there was a small door seventy or eighty centimeters wide in the corner of the right wall, so I walked over and pushed the door in. The flashlight swept inside, and found that there was only a bed, a bookcase, and a narrow bathroom further inside. I turned around, slowing down, and he looked closely at the bed and found a picture under the pillow. The photo is a landscape photo, there are two adults and a child sitting at the table at the bow of the boat, one of the two adults is me, and the other is the body and hair just like the girl lurking in my consciousness, delicate and delicate, big eyes, some sunken, the bridge of the nose is higher than the average person, which makes her look a little like a mixed-race, but her complexion is a little dark as I remember, just like a girl who has been enjoying the sun on the beach for a long time, although it is darker, but it reveals the breath of sunshine, full of vigorous vitality, The slender eyebrows are above the Liuhai who hangs down the eyebrows, wearing a blue bottom skirt, a gray thread woven gown, a bamboo teacup in his hand, and slender and beautiful fingers, just like the hands of a pianist, which feels very dexterous. Somehow, I saw the appearance of this woman, I didn't feel very surprised, on the contrary, a warmth welled up from the bottom of my heart, completely wrapped in an emotion called gratification, if I insist on giving this feeling to a decision, I want to say that this is a family feeling, down-to-earth, warm, quiet, perhaps, every woman gives her man such a feeling, this is innate, can not be accurately described in any language. I looked at the appearance of this woman who gave me such a unique feeling, and I thought, this is Li Yan, a natural artist. The child was sitting on Li Yan's lap, only two or three years old, with a relatively high hairline on his forehead, a somewhat dark complexion, and shiny eyes, like two little stars embedded in his eye sockets, just like her mother. The boy was holding a water gun in his hand and was shooting water arrows into the teacup on the table, but his eyes were looking at me in the painting. I looked at the child's chubby hands and fat face, and when I looked at it, a father's love welled up in my heart. This child is my son, I thought, but I suddenly burst into tears, because the appearance of this child reminded me of another child,—— Xiao Yanyan I saw in the hell fight arena under the underground parking lot of Jiangtan Park in Dajiang City. I beat the drum in my heart, then Li Yan took the child to Dajiang City to find me, did she lose Yanyan, the Yanyan who was dirty in hell and even exposed her toes were my son. I flipped to the back of the photo and saw that there was a line of Chinese characters written on it: Yanyan's second birthday was taken in the Golden River. The child in the photo is really called Yanyan. I met Yanyan in hell and rescued him without help, I really damn it! Thinking of the boy sleeping with the viper, with the filthy and aggressive men day and night, and the danger of his life at all times, I regretted it and slapped myself twice in the face with hatred.

I must go back to Oechi right now, and I have given myself a death order.

I went out of the Flame Treasure Shop, locked the door carefully, dodged the street lights, and quietly came to the orphanage, where I saw a few policemen standing outside the hospital, apparently the black bear monster shot me at gunpoint, and the staff in the courtyard reported to the town's police station. These police officers must have been sent by the police station to find out the situation. I didn't want to entangle with those policemen, so I went around to the alley outside the courtyard wall, climbed to the top of the wall and looked inside, and saw that Shen's mother's body had been reburied in the coffin, and the coffin lid was sealed. I don't want to feel that as soon as my feet hit the ground, someone stretched out his palm from behind me and patted me on the shoulder, using a snorting voice and asking in a slightly surprised tone, where have you been?

I was startled, and hurriedly flashed to the side, and when I turned around, I saw that it was Fan Xuanxuan who was frightened away by the black bear monster, so I pulled him into the dark shadow of the alley, and briefly talked about what happened for half a day. When Fan Xuanxuan heard me talk about the power of the black bear monster's short spear, she was so frightened that she turned pale and asked me what should I do now?

I said that for now, I can only leave Golden Town and go back to Dajiang City. (To be continued......)