Four o'clock in the morning.

Gu Mu's emotions finally calmed down.

"Mr. Koyanagi, if only it were really like what you said! Writing, can help improve grades, alas, I only have such a son, and all hope is in him alone. ”

"His father can't count on it, if his son doesn't fight anymore, then what's the point of me living!"

When Gu Mu said this, Liu Qingqing heard Gu Xiaomo sigh heavily.

As if overwhelmed, he sat on the railing next to the platform, with his back against a large tree.

In the dark night, the dark shadow shrank under the big tree, like a heavy exclamation point.

"Mom, I already knew, I'm your punching bag!"

"Gu Xiaomo!" Gu Mu complained: "It's impossible to make you speak as well as singing, it's impossible in this life!" You can't be like Koyanagi-sensei's younger brother and just say a poem casually! ”

"Writing poetry? I will! Gu Xiaomo said loudly, "Listen! ”

Gu Xiaomo cleared his throat and really shouted: "West Lake!" West Lake in the middle of the night! Two thousand five hundred years ago, you were the beautiful little Xi Shi of the Yue country! Two thousand five hundred years later, you'll be my mom! ”

When Gu Mu heard this, she kicked off a high heel, "What do you mean, you can also call this a poem?" Let you learn well, why is it so difficult! "Put the two high heels in your hands and make a gesture to threw Xiaomo.

Gu Xiaomo shouted injustice: "But the meaning of my poem is exactly the same as Gibran's!" ”

Liu Qingqing can see that it is impossible for Gu Xiaomo and his mother to get along well! Never!

"Aunt Gu, worry, it's a hanging slope outside, don't push him down."

Liu Qingqing left this sentence, left the mother and son, and walked behind the mountain.

"Mr. Koyanagi, where are you going?" Gu Mu and Gu Xiaomo asked questions behind their backs.

"Come here to see the night view of West Lake. Qingbao! ”

Liu Qingqing took Long Qingbao's hand and walked over, on the left side of the platform, there are two boulders, in the middle of a stone gorge about 10 meters long and less than 1 meter wide, the legend is a road that Qian Gong pedaled with his feet, and the name is "Kick Open Ridge".

Climb this boulder, there are no trees in front of you, and the view of the West Lake is the best, but this stone is extremely steep, and it is a little difficult to climb up, not to mention that Liu Qingqing also carries Long Qingbao.

Gu Mu immediately panicked and shouted, "No, Mr. Xiaoyanagi, let's go back quickly!" In the middle of the night, the black rumbling is nothing to see. Let's go back, okay, I'm going back! ”

Gu Xiaomo laughed, "Mom, didn't you say that you came to West Lake to watch the night view?" How beautiful it is to be black! ”

Gu Mu ignored Gu Xiaomo: "Moreover, let me tell you, there are a lot of insects at night, and I was bitten when I sat on it just now------ ouch, if I hadn't quarreled with his father, I really wouldn't have come here." ”

"This time, I can figure it out, if I quarrel in the future, I'd rather drive Gu Xiaomo, a little rabbit cub, out of the house, anyway, I won't run away from home!"

Gu Mu was still chattering, and found that Gu Xiaomo also followed Liu Qingqing to climb onto the stone.

A black figure hangs over a steep stone wall.

Gu Mu looked dizzy.

"Ahh Xiaomo, did you hear that! ”

As he spoke, Gu Xiaomo's figure shook.

And Liu Qingqing had already dragged Long Qingbao, climbed to the top of the stone with three feet and two feet, and looked down from above. "Xiaomo, your mother told you not to climb!"

Gu Xiaomo looked up at Liu Qingqing and said fiercely:

"Your children,

None of your children.

------”

He was reciting Gibran's poems.

Because he grasped a small protrusion on the stone wall with his hand, and the road under his feet could not be seen, it was extremely difficult to climb the ground, so every word he said seemed to bite out of his teeth.

"You can give them love,

but do not give them thoughts.

Because they have a mind of their own.

-------”

Liu Qingqing leaned over the stone and stretched out his hand towards Gu Xiaomo. "Xiaomo, grab my hand!"

At this time, Long Qingbao, who was behind Liu Qingqing, suddenly had bright eyes.

On the weekend, climb the mountain together, about?

Here's your chance!

Here's your chance!

At this time, as long as he pushed Liu Qingqing behind his back, it was as easy as pushing down a stone.

Long Qingbao's little hand rested on Liu Qingqing's back.

"Sister."

"Qingbao, don't be afraid, as long as you sit still obediently, you won't fall!" Liu Qingqing said.

Long Qingbao said in his heart, I won't fall, I want you to fall now.

Liu Qingqing's hand had already grabbed Gu Xiaomo's and pulled Gu Xiaomo up hard.

Long Qingbao thought to himself, if he pushed Liu Qingqing down at this time, Gu Xiaomo would definitely die.

That's it, for the sake of the great cause of the empire, it is inevitable that one or two innocent people will die.

was about to exert himself, and suddenly thought again: Ah, no, no, Liu Qingqing fell under the boulder, and if he wanted to retrieve his spiritual power, he had to go under the stone, but if he climbed down, it would be too late, and if he jumped, he would die------

This plan doesn't look like it's going to work!

Long Qingbao hesitated, and the palm power had already been sent out, but then the strength of his body and legs did not keep up, and suddenly he stumbled, and the person had already slid down the cliff.

it!

Liu Qingqing pulled Gu Xiaomo, that is, at that moment, he immediately turned around and pulled Qingbao!

This stone wall is bare, once the body is unstable, the downward trend cannot be stopped, Liu Qingqing grabbed Long Qingbao's collar with one hand, but both of them slid down.

Seeing this, Gu Xiaomo also rushed down to catch Liu Qingqing, and the downward trend was faster than Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing's other hand grabbed the cliff and stretched out a leg to block Gu Xiaomo.

The three of them held steady for the time being.

I only heard the Earth Valley Mother screaming loudly below.

The three of them slowly climbed back onto the stone wall.

Gu Xiaomo: "Mom, do you want to come up?" ”

Gu Mu: "You come down, I promise not to kill you!" ”

Gu Xiaomo didn't answer.

Gu Mu was still chirping in the back, constantly persuading, threatening, and insulting, but the three of them didn't bother to listen.

Three people sat on a boulder.

The picture scroll of West Lake slowly unfolds in front of you.

Although it is a blue-gray patch.

However, after all, it is West Lake.

On the right are the mountains, like a dormant dragon.

On the left are earthly tall buildings and lights, which are also asleep at this time.

The occasional sound of passing cars seems to be a casual whisper or two.

The West Lake, which is close at the foot, has lost its original appearance.

Oh no, it should be said that it was revealed.

There is no doubt about that.

The West Lake of the 21st century is covered with the dust of the 21st century and the desires of the 21st century.

Only at this time, when all the people with desires go to sleep, the West Lake is the West Lake in the Tang Dynasty poem "I want to compare the West Lake to the West", and it is the West Lake of "three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus" in the Song Dynasty.

Leave all distractions behind and sit quietly in the dark.

The wind swept across the lake, climbing up the hillside until it reached the boulder where the three of them were sitting, as if it still carried the fragrance of lotus leaves.

Liu Qingqing was lying comfortably on the stone, her arms were pillowing her head, Long Qingbao was leaning against her, and Gu Xiaomo was lying on her back in a slight position.

The blue sky gradually revealed, and the stars slowly faded.

Gu Xiaomo's lips moved, and he said, "Thank you, Mr. Xiaoliu." “

The voice was soft, but Liu Qingqing still heard it.

"Thank you for persuading my mother, I shouldn't object to me writing it again."

Liu Qingqing understands why Gu Xiaomo wrote, what to sign, what to make money, fart! That's all fake.

In fact, it is the place where Gu Xiaomo puts his emotions, and it is his last pure land.

If even this pure land is lost, maybe he will really jump from here, because there is nothing to love in life.

------

I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly, the eastern sky spit out a light as thin as silk.

As if it was the eyes of a giant, it slowly opened and saw the prosperity of the world, and saw the West Lake, which is still like a virgin.

Those red lights shone on Liu Qingqing's body.

Long Qingbao saw her smile like a Mona Lisa.

As if he was grabbed by something, Long Qingbao's heart shrank suddenly, and he also remembered that the sunrise of the L star seemed to be throwing a red ball from the iron furnace.

As the dazzling red light swept over the star, people opened their hands one after another, like a blue bright blanket, spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, what a beautiful sight.

But that was more than 2,000 years ago, and for nearly 2,000 years, the star has always been covered with red flames of war.

Long Qingbao's forehead was damp, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.