"The girl shouldn't have saved me!" The young man's expression was a little lonely. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

"Childe's words are wrong! Life is precious, so why give up easily? Ziwei turned her head sideways and looked out the door.

The young man followed Ziwei's gaze and swept out the door.

On a hillside, there were traces of people burning grass for cooking, some of the grass was scorched, some of the grass withered, but more grasses with a slender green body came out of the ground, like a green blanket, spread on the ground, and the grass came out of the ground, and stretched along the path to the depths of the secret order, and continued to climb the high mountain. Not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of the scorching sun, there it is regarded as a paradise to survive and reproduce.

After being reborn, Ziwei's perception of life can be described as unique, and she believes that human life is like grass. In a person's life, there will be many ups and downs, just like grass, which may be scorched by a merciless fire at any time, but scorching does not mean the end of life.

On the contrary, it means a new beginning of life! The relentless fire is like a bump in a person's life, it may be a disease or a heart-wrenching and unforgettable past! But it doesn't mean the end of everything! It doesn't mean the end of life!

In the long river of life, there are often many things that you can't change after your efforts, but she is still working hard for it. Maybe she wants to change the current situation, no matter what, she wants to live for tomorrow, and she doesn't want to give up hope of survival.

Ziwei's gaze was deep and distant, she looked at the mountains in the distance and covered with slender and graceful grass in the glow, and was silent for a while before she said softly: "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered." Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

These verses praise the tenacious vitality of grass, which can withstand the trials and rains of nature, and can grow everywhere like wildfire. From the withering glory of the grass, we should realize the preciousness of life and the need for survival. ”

"The girl's heartfelt words, so that my mouth suddenly, thank you girl Jin Yu for your kind words" The young man stood up movingly, took a deep bow, made a big salute, stared at her silently, what kind of girl is this, her eyes are empty and distant, and there is nobility in the elegance.

Ziwei retracted her gaze, looked back and smiled leisurely: "Childe doesn't have to be polite!" ”

"The girl's life-saving grace is unforgettable, but I want to know the girl's name? Where is the people? The young man's heart was filled with emotion, and he wanted to know more about her.

Ziwei blinked playfully, and a pair of smart big eyes flashed playfully: "Childe, you can call me Zi's knife and cut noodles." ”

A chuckle spilled out of her thin lips: "The girl said she was laughing." His eyes had been looking at those smart eyes gently, trying to peek into her inner world. There are some clues to be seen in this.

"The girl is an interesting person, do you like to play games?"

Ziwei was stunned, the words of playing games were far away from her, she hadn't played a game for a long time, and she was angry when she put a kite on it, is flying a kite also called playing a game? Oh, that's right, before waking up, I went to the church with the five sons to worship Chongxi, and I woke up after Chongxi, and the worship ceremony was done by my father and mother, she thought it was a farce before, but now the five sons have become her husbands, and my father gave them an identity, and this is not a game. I couldn't help but reply, "I never made a game." ”

"Hasn't the girl ever played a game?" The young man continued to ask lightly.

"I haven't played the game, what do you mean by that?" Ziwei leaned forward, propped her hands on the table, tilting her head and asking puzzledly.

"I want to play a game with the girl, how about it?" The young man's dark eyes were deep.

"Okay, what's the game?" Ziwei raised her eyebrows, a playful smile on the corner of her lips.

"The Game of Life." The young man's eyes stared at Ziwei without blinking, not letting go of any change in expression on her face.

"Okay, but I propose the rules of the game, I take out a hundred taels of silver tickets and put them here, if you want to become an anonymous person, you can stay here and help me take care of the other courtyard as a housekeeper, if you don't want to become an anonymous person, this silver ticket will become a bargaining chip for you to break through the rivers and lakes and do what you want." But I have to understand, why are you making this game? ”

"I want a result" The dark black eyes instantly bloomed with hope......

A corner of the yard.

Although the courtyard is simple and simple, it has a very artistic conception. A sycamore stretched its torso as hard as it could on the side of the wall. It spreads out a huge green umbrella to give people shelter from the wind and rain. A few small birds stood in a tree; Combing the bird's feathers with his small beak, he jumped around the trees with a "chirp", calling non-stop.

Under the tree are bluestone adobe bricks, and there are copper basins filled with earth. Above the courtyard wall is a gravel path that leads through the dense forest to the outside of the mountain, where several houses are made of wooden planks connected side by side.

Ziwei arranged for six teenagers to sit under the tree and sketch.

Six teenagers sat under a tree, a wooden board resting on their lap as a drawing board, with paper on it, and they took out their pens and began to compose the picture. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a reason, the bird's cry diluted the young man's depressed expression, and some of the teenagers began to sit still, discussing to catch earthworms, and some said that they would dig the bird's nest.

At this time, an old woman came out of the house and greeted warmly: > "The children will drink saliva before drawing." ”

Ziwei turned around, took the tea bowl, and took a sip of water: > "Auntie, thank you." &“

Then she beckoned to the other teenagers to come and drink tea, and a few teenagers suddenly gathered around the teapot and grabbed water to drink.

&"Hey! Slow down, slow down, don't choke enough, children, there's still tea in the house, I'll bring it to you again. >> The woman patted a young man on the back, and the young man choked and coughed, and it took a while to recover, and he wiped his mouth, and raised his little red face to the woman; "Thank you, auntie."

The woman lovingly obeyed his back and went back to the house with the empty kettle. Brought a pot of tea and put it on the table and left, and after a while, a &"Babble, babble." & The voice came out. These teenagers had never heard such a voice, and they put down their pens and began to discuss.

A young man in gray came up to him: "Sister, what's that voice?" &“

Ziwei replied mysteriously, "That's a song." &“

&"How can this sound be a song?" &"The boy was stunned for a moment, no matter how isolated he was from the mountains from the world, he couldn't take this voice as a song?

Ziwei tilted her head and said, "You can go and have a look." &“

Several teenagers threw down their pens, entered the cabin, and when they entered the room, they saw the woman sitting on the kang, fiddling with a wooden thing.

When the woman saw us come in, she smiled, only the mountains can raise such a face, such a simple smile. She beckoned to us: > "Kids, you don't know anyone here, it's a spinning wheel, autumn is approaching, spin some threads, knit a sweater for you." Home-knitted, comfortable&"

The young man's eyes moistened, and they remembered their relatives in the distance, and remembered the figure that fell in the shadow of the sword and sword. The "babbling" sound sounded again, and they stared at the woman's back, which was long and long in the "babbling" voice.

They revisited their paintings, collected their ups and downs, and squinted at the inconspicuous courtyard hidden by the peaks of the Daise Mountains. They melted themselves into the song, into the painting.

Ziwei looked at them concentrating on painting and smiled.

She put down her paintbrush and walked towards the inner room. With a pluck of the hand, the sound of the piano is leisurely, rising and rising, like the sound of heaven, and the sound of the flute behind the mountain echoes suddenly, forming a song that breaks the sky of the flute and the seren

The six teenagers listened in fascination.

A young man in a white shirt is running on a mountain trail with a horsewhip. Listening to such a moving piano flute and se, Zhuma listened to it and couldn't be moved.

At this time, a carrier pigeon flew in the air and landed on his shoulder, and he pulled out a note tied to the pigeon's leg, only to see two words on the note: "Quick return". He reluctantly turned his horse's head and rushed to the official road.

They have entered the scene, the play, and the painting.