In the isolation hall of the international airport, there is a huge stream of passengers. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see that the helipad that is not visible at a glance is full of various models. There are long and slender wheat lanes like cigars, short and sturdy Euro Airbus 320s, and colorful navigation beacons shining in the sun. Farther on the runway, a goose-like Boeing 777 was accelerating to takeoff, and in an instant it swayed into the clouds.

The rows of aluminum-plastic seats are overcrowded, and these are all passengers waiting for their flights after the security check.

"There are no colorful phoenix wings!"

"It's easy to understand the heart!"

Among the passengers, a pair of teenagers and girls are very eye-catching. Both of them were blindfolded with white handkerchiefs, sitting opposite each other, reciting the famous sentence in Li Yishan's untitled seven laws in unison - the body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear. At the same time, the two of them each stretched out their right hands, and their palms touched each other in the air, making a snapping sound, as if a child was playing with you and me, which looked very naïve and caused a lot of cold eyes.

"Don't play, so stupid!" it was the boy who spoke, and he ripped off his blindfolded white handkerchief, revealing a handsome and angular cheek, and a line of Yan Kai printed on the black cotton T-shirt - you are my only one.

The girl lifted her handkerchief softly, untied her handkerchief from the back of her head, a pair of crescent-like eyes were as bright as stars, she brushed her messy hair, and said angrily: "Stupid, this is the lowest, let's practice until only one index finger touches in the air......" She was also wearing a black T-shirt with the words - my only one is you, it is obvious that the two of them are wearing couple clothes.

The passengers who were watching next to them only felt that their eyes lit up, especially the men, staring at the girl's face, their hearts trembled and they involuntarily took a deep breath, and their eyes were full of jealousy when they looked at the boy again.

At this moment, a sweet voice sounded in the hall - passengers who are taking flight XX3538 to Hawaii and board at Gate 17, please take the ......

The boy stood up, took the girl's little hand, and said softly, "Let's go, board the plane!"

"On the plane, you also have to play with me. ”

The two walked towards the boarding gate, and the girl's slender and slender figure and beautiful suffocating appearance attracted more attention.

"It's stupid, I don't play, after we land, we can play other games. The boy's voice was extremely low and full of ambiguity, and his fingers gently scratched the girl's palm.

"Don't, the one who has to get married...... the girl broke free from the clutches of the devil, scratching the boy's soft underbelly, and her voice was as thin as a gnat: "If you have a soul, just play with a heart, see when you can really have a heart with me." ”

"Itchy, don't make trouble, itchy, I have a heart, listen to your ......"

Ximenjing felt like he had walked into a gallery that was sometimes bright and dark, and the walls on both sides were full of his own real experiences in the past, clear in the bright and blurred in the dark. The scene just now was the scene before he and Xia Xueting went to Hawaii to board the plane, and the corridor was completely dark.

This corridor is like a giant snail shell, spiraling and narrowing, where does it lead?

Ximen Jing forgot where he was, and there was only one thought in his heart, to find the end, for which he was willing to go on endlessly.

Maybe it was the next second, maybe it was as long as a century, Ximen Jing stepped on the empty space under his feet, and his body suddenly fell into a huge whirlpool. The outer wall of the whirlpool is composed of countless photographs, in which Ximen Jing found himself from infancy to adulthood, and the past scenes are vivid.

Ximen Jing can't remember, this is the first time he has seen this whirlpool. It's like a part of the body, but you can't fully manipulate it. Several times Ximen Jing tried to explore the source of this whirlpool, but each time he was in vain.

This time, Ximen Jing plans to consume it to the end, and he will not give up if he does not see the Yellow River. As the whirlpool turned, Ximen Jing's consciousness fell rapidly. I don't know how long it took for my eyes to suddenly change, a starry sky appeared in the vast night sky, and countless planets flickered and shimmered.

And the whirlpool hangs right on a blue planet, as if it grew out of there. Ximen Jing wandered in the starry sky, swimming towards the blue planet. Before he could take a closer look, suddenly, the whirlpool emitted a huge suction force and sucked him back again.

Ximen Jing sneezed a few times, opened his eyes, and found that he was still on the altar of the small temple, and a small white hand in front of him was scratching his nostrils by grasping a thin straw.

"Ximen Jing, you sleep like a pig!" The little hot girl threw away the straw, pulled Ximen Jing's sleeve and said, "Accompany me to build a snowman!"

"Have you ever seen such a handsome pig?" Looking around, only the little hot girl was gone, and the others were gone, and the morning light shone in from the door of the temple, and it was dawn. The smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafting outside the door caused a gurgling in Ximen Jing's belly. The last time the little hot girl violently destroyed the snowman, the scene is still vivid, Ximen Jing doesn't plan to accompany her crazy, it is important to feed her stomach.

The bonfire in the courtyard had been extinguished, and only a puddle of hot ash remained. Old man Zhao was sitting on a wooden pier, pulled out a piece of roasted sweet potato from the ashes with the cane in his hand, and said to Ximen Jing: "Be careful of scalding!"

This sweet potato is cooked by the residual heat of the ashes, there is no open fire, and the skin is only charred but not paste. Ximen Jing endured the hot hands, uncovered the sweet potato skin, the melon was golden, and an attractive sweetness came to his nose. He was blowing hot air and eating at the same time, sweet, not like the slimy roasted sweet potato sold on the side of the road, this melon was dry and sweet, with a strong fragrance, which made people can't stop eating.

"Isn't it delicious?" asked Old Man Zhao with a smile as he pulled the unroasted sweet potatoes from the ashes.

The Zhao family knows the rules very well, and when they saw the two talking, they all hid far away, eating the food in their hands with their heads bored. Even the little hot girl, who has always been naughty and lively, is holding a piece of golden sweet potato, bowing her head and eating silently. Wu Cong and they were not present, only two guards walked from the side.

Ximen Jing gasped for hot air and said, "Fragrant, delicious, sweet!

"Frosted sweet potatoes, hanging under the eaves, put for a winter, roasted sweeter than honey, this is the old man's secret, I will tell you today, not allowed to spread it. ”

Thinking about it, this makes sense, the wind and the sun are exposed, the moisture is reduced, and the sugar content is naturally more, and it is strange that it is not sweet, but only careful people can find out and use it. It can be seen that the more trivial things are, the more big truths they contain.

was hungry, Ximen Jing was not polite, and ate three pieces in one go, so that he could be regarded as filling his stomach. Old man Zhao is like an old farmer in the field, he has been chatting about his family routines beside him, what kind of fields are on the edge of the field, what melons and beans are grown, and he didn't say anything substantial, let alone ask Ximen Jing and those people about their origins.

After breakfast, Wu Cong and Erguotou came back with sapper shovels, and it turned out that they had dug through the snow and cleared the small yard. Most of the rooms were destroyed, but fortunately there were still storage rooms and a bedroom, and there was enough food in them for more than a dozen people to make it to the mountain road to be repaired.