Southern Yunnan is mountainous, the mountains are high and steep, among the mountains I have seen, whether it is Karma Mountain at the junction of Ningchun or Jiming Mountain on the shore of the Yunnan Sea, compared with the mountain in front of me, it is much inferior. Primrose Mountain is like a sharp sword, the blade of the sword is pointed directly at the sky, and the mountain is perpendicular to the ground at an angle of 90 degrees, not to mention people and livestock, even geckos are difficult to climb on it. In the surprised eyes of everyone, the guide of the village of Cannes who accompanied him let out a burst of laughter until he burst into tears.

"You don't want to fly up from here," she couldn't help but wipe her hand from the corner of her eye at the end of her laugh, and in all the time she had lived, it seemed that nothing more funny had ever happened.

When I was in the village of Cannes, through the dialogue between the old patriarch and the middle-aged woman, I have firmly remembered the name of this guide, Hu Chunxiu, she gave me the feeling that in addition to the pungency of rural women, there is something called courage in her body. When Qian Gu asked the old patriarch for a guide, everyone in the village chose to be silent, only some ignorant hairy children, shouting that they would follow the police up the mountain to catch the thief, in the eyes of the children, going up the mountain was like playing a game. The adults don't think so, and the shadow that has shrouded the hearts of the villagers has deepened these days, and the villagers have spread false rumors among themselves, and the two bad guys have become the embodiment of the devil. The adults couldn't help but grab their children and slap them so hard that the ghosts cried wolves, and for a while, the village seemed to have become a hell on earth. Qian Gu couldn't help frowning, the army often said that the army and civilians were in trouble, but the situation in front of him was like a devil entering the village, he shook his head helplessly, and when he was about to say goodbye to the old patriarch, a middle-aged woman with a navy blue head wrapped in a navy blue bun walked out, this person was Hu Chunxiu.

"Patriarch, I am willing to be their guide, I have met those two people, I know best where they went" A flush flashed on Hu Chunxiu's face, his eyes stayed on the body of a rural man for a few seconds, and then he looked at the old patriarch with a resolute expression.

"Ah Xiu, don't you go" The old patriarch showed a pained expression.

"Chunxiu, I don't allow you to go, those two people are devils" The rural man grabbed Chunxiu's arm and dragged her into the crowd domineeringly.

"You let go of me, Wu Laosi is right, I already like other men" Hu Chunxiu was fed up with this domineering man, at this time, her heart was full of the figure of that elegant man.

"I don't believe it, what Wu Laosi said is a lie, he is a liar, Chunxiu, I didn't believe his words, you don't go, let's live a good life, I will never beat you again" The rural man's bitter pleading voice did not exchange for a trace of pity from Hu Chunxiu, when a woman's heart is dead, no amount of sweet words will help.

"Gu Dakui, you fool, when did Lao Tzu lie to you, I treat you as the best brother, you are a wreck, you can't even look down on your own women, you deserve to be beaten as a bachelor" The short farmer wearing a sheep-herding hat jumped out and pointed at the rural man and scolded, Hu Chunxiu snorted coldly, didn't even look at the short farmer, the rural man let go of the palm that grabbed her arm, and then clenched his fist and rushed to the short farmer who was scolding him, and his mouth let out a beast-like roar" Wu Laosi, I'll kill you."

Qian Gu glanced at the two villagers who were scuffling together, and looked at the respected old patriarch opposite with an embarrassed expression, here, the person with the highest voice was not him, the armed platoon commander with loaded guns, but this approachable old man.

"Chunxiu, you go, I will deal with the two of them" After the old patriarch finished speaking, he shouted at the two men who were scuffling together, "Stop, unexpectedly, the two people who fought with death immediately stopped daring to move, as if they had been enchanted, and everyone present felt a daunting power."

Qian Gu unconsciously raised his right hand, saluted the old patriarch with a standard military salute, the old patriarch glanced at Hu Chunxiu, who was expressionless, and then waved his hand weakly, at this time, silence is better than sound, each of us saluted the old patriarch with a military salute, and then quietly left the village, along the way, Hu Chunxiu always walked at the front of the team without saying a word, until her laughter at this time, let us see a living rural woman.

"Sister, when we get here, we are all black-eyed, we can't see anything, you are our eyes, you are tired" Qian Gu politely arched his hand to the woman, the latter showed a chuckle, stared at him and thought seriously for a while, she wondered why the men outside were so good-tempered, just like the elegant man in her heart, thinking of that man, she laughed happily.

"After walking from here for a while, you can see a big winged tree, next to this tree, there is a path leading to the mountain, and the people in the village go up the mountain from there" After Hu Chunxiu finished speaking, he turned around and turned along a bullet stone road on the right, Qian Gu made a gesture, everyone followed closely, and walked along this bullet stone road for nearly half an hour, and sure enough, he saw a winged tree two or three meters high, and within a range of more than ten meters around it, there was no other plant in sight.

"This tree has been here for many years, it is like our wings, carrying us to the steep cliff" Hu Chunxiu finished speaking, kneeling down to this small tree reverently, in many remote and closed places, the soil of feudal superstition is very fertile, and the mountains, rivers, grass and trees have spirits, there is no doubt that Hu Chunxiu just worshiped the tree spirit. "Zi is silent and strange and confused", for this kind of inexplicable things, I have always held a respectful and distant attitude, believe it, do not believe it, there is nothing, more things are better than less things, I glanced at the small tree casually, and then closely followed the team up the mountain.

"Don't you believe what she said about the tree spirit?" Lin Yiyu came to my side intentionally, I was surprised that she understood me, and it felt like a roundworm in my stomach.

"Do you believe it?" I asked rhetorically.

"I believe in all the beautiful myths and legends," Lin Yiyu muttered.

"It's like the story of the golden rooster announcing the dawn and the fairy scooping water" I suddenly thought of seven small islands full of spirituality, "I also believe in those two stories."

"Hehe, is it because I told you" She looked at me expectantly.

"Perhaps," I said with a sneer, and at times she was as simple as a pool of spring water, and one could not bear to be stained with the slightest stain.

In the dark, I felt that a pair of eyes had been secretly observing us, and following the feeling in my heart, I easily caught the owner of those eyes, who was the guide in the village of Cannes, and at this time, she had a deep envy on her face, and seemed to have some indescribable sighs.

Alas, she was a poor woman. Involuntarily, I thought of the two men scuffling together at the bottom of the mountain. Perhaps, this is a question that no one will care about, an insignificant mountain village woman, a love story that cannot see the light, but from her tender eyes, I seem to understand that obscure emotion, called moths to fire.