Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain

There is no long pavilion, not an ancient road, only the remnant sun is like blood, and there are tears scattered in Tiantian. Qi Xiaoyang stopped Tian Tian and Cheng Chen, who had sent each other one ride after another, again: "You guys sent it too far, go back quickly, it's too late, there is no shuttle." ”

"Xiaoyang, I can't bear you to go!" Tian Tian walked all the way, tears spilled all the way, his eyes were red, and he held Qi Xiaoyang's hand.

"Sister Tiantian, I've grown up, the sparrows will fly out of the nest sooner or later, don't cry, I'll come back to see you when I'm tired of walking outside, go back!"

"If you run out of money, you have to call me, but you can't go hungry," Tian Tian confessed.

Qi Xiaoyang pushed the two of them back: "Why are you like my mother, I'm not a child anymore, go back, Cheng Chen, you have to remember my words and protect Sister Tiantian!"

Cheng Chen said in a sullen voice: "You take care of yourself, don't be a mother-in-law." Pulling Tian Tian back and leaving, he didn't want Qi Xiaoyang to see the tears in his eyes.

Qi Xiaoyang was about to turn around and go on the road, Tian Tian suddenly turned around and ran in front of him, hugged him with open arms, kissed him on the face, and then ran away without looking back, Cheng Chen waved his hand to Qi Xiaoyang and chased after him.

Qi Xiaoyang stood stunned for a while, this time the feeling of being hugged and kissed by a girl made him almost faint, soft and fragrant, which made him subconsciously think of that dream!

In the north of Jianlong Mountain, the area of Yucang in the neighboring county is already in front, Qi Xiaoyang's plan is to walk over the majestic Wulai Mountain Range, which stretches for more than 200 kilometers, first go to the provincial capital to find his mother, say goodbye to her and then continue north. On the way, Qi Xiaoyang sent him a text message with the temporary number card left for Tu Wanlin: I have left Jiuxiang, and if I don't solve the problem before eight o'clock tonight, I will send that thing to the Public Security Commission for Discipline Inspection and publish it on the Internet! This is a method that Qi Xiaoyang has thought of a long time ago, relying on this to knock him on the bamboo bar and solve the current economic crisis.

At dusk, carrying a backpack that was getting heavier and heavier, Qi Xiaoyang arrived at Yucang County, the first time he experienced such a high-intensity hike, the teenager whose body had just begun to develop rapidly felt a little unbearable, his waist and legs were very sore, and he found a small hotel that looked refreshing and clean to live in, he was not worried at all that Tu Wanlin and Fang Jinliang would send someone to arrest him, he knew that no matter how stupid the surnamed Fang was, he would not dare to use public security forces to arrest him without evidence, and even if he was dead, Tu Wanlin would not rashly act openly against him when he grabbed the handle in his hands。 The aunt who runs the hotel is good, seeing that Qi Xiaoyang is still a child, she uses a student ID, and she only charged him thirty for the original fifty room rate. As soon as he washed away the dust and stinky sweat, the mobile phone rang, and as soon as Qi Xiaoyang heard the ringtone, he knew that it was the bearer card that was temporarily used, and when he looked at the number, it was Tu Wanlin who called.

"Boy Qi, I admit it this time, you hurry up and tell me about your conditions. Tu Wanlin got straight to the point on the phone.

Qi Xiaoyang didn't go around in circles with him: "Two things, one is that you have to pay for the cigarettes and equipment you spent for this time, and the other is that you have to pay for breaking my antique vase!"

"nnd, don't all that money was given to you by Lao Tzu, what kind of antiques, which garbage heap did you kid dig from!" Tu Wanlin was angry. "Forget it, just say how much it is!"

"The first item is 10,000, a fraction of it, and the second item, 100,000 and 30,000, this is a precedent!" Qi Xiaoyang reported that the price was the amount that Tu Wanlin extorted from his family last year.

"Little bastard, why don't you swallow the sky! Don't dream, give you 100,000 and you stop, this is my bottom line, otherwise I won't think about the consequences, you can do it yourself!" Tu Wanlin is an old man, how can he be kneaded by Qi Xiaoyang, you ask for a price all over the sky, I will pay back the money on the spot, and the words are very dead.

"Old Zamao, I'm too lazy to bargain with you, 300,000, this is also my bottom line, I can't receive the money at eight o'clock, you just wait to see a good show!" Qi Xiaoyang didn't dare to push too much, now is not the time to really ask for justice, in fact, what he thinks in his heart is 100,000, first with the funds for this monk's cultivation, this can be regarded as taking back the interest on his family's occupied property.

"Okay, Lao Tzu will give you 300,000 yuan, you have to save your life and spend it slowly! The money is given to you, you have to ensure that the thing is never leaked, otherwise I will let you know how to write the dead word!" Tu Wanlin simply did not bargain this time, he did not understand the child's heart, and he was afraid that the conversation would collapse.

"I don't need you to promise anything, anyway, if you dare to be the first year of junior high school, I will pay you back fifteen!" Qi Xiaoyang replied-for-tat.

"Don't talk nonsense, the card number is sent, the account will be checked after half an hour, and the money will be received from now on, I hope you have the life to spend the money!" Tu Wanlin pressed the phone after speaking, it seemed that he didn't want to talk more to this hateful boy, and he couldn't suppress his anger if he continued to talk about it.

Qi Xiaoyang sent the bank card number that he took the household registration book to do a few days ago, took out the phone card and put it in his backpack, this number can be regarded as having completed the historical mission. The remaining number in the mobile phone was given by Jiang Mengyao when she bought the mobile phone, and it is also anonymous, and now only Tian Tian, Cheng Chen, Jiang Mengyao and a few other people know.

Ten minutes later, I received a text message on my mobile phone, your account was transferred to RMB300,000, and at this time, the other party seemed to be using online banking to transfer money. It was the first time to have so much money, Qi Xiaoyang was not the slightest excited, and said silently in his heart: Tu Wanlin, I want to go to the sky and dream of your Qingqiu, if you owe us, sooner or later you will be told to pay off with interest

The next morning, as soon as the sun shone out from the east, Qi Xiaoyang got up, although yesterday's fatigue still made his legs tremble today, but he did not hesitate to embark on the road to the north, if he couldn't even bear this bit of hardship, how could he talk about pursuing a dignified life? "The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, I am a young man chasing dreams" Qi Xiaoyang hummed the crooked clichés he made up casually, and walked towards the depths of Wulai Mountain, towards that distant dream, and walked firmly.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, I am a dream-chasing boy,

No matter how high the mountains are, no matter how long the water is, they are not as strong as my legs.

Flowers bloom for me, birds sing with me,

My life is my master,

Raise your wings in the wind.

Sparrows run to the sky,

From now on, the heart is high and the world is wide!

The world is difficult, the wind and rain are wild, and the wings are tender and have to cross the ocean,

The man's tears are not light, why should he say that he is sad in vain.

The body is tired, and the person is tired of the bed,

If the lowly is fateful,

What if you go against the sky.

A Lingyun song,

When he returns home, I will be king!

In a mountainous area inhabited by the Zang people in the depths of Wulai Mountain, Qi Xiaoyang, who was halfway up the mountain, quickened his pace. This is the fourth day of entering the mountain, he was attracted by the beautiful scenery into this valley, unconsciously has deviated from the main road dozens of miles away, was about to turn back and go out, but did not want the weather in July to change, an hour ago it was still clear, but now it is already the wind howling clouds, seeing that a storm is coming. Qi Xiaoyang saw a village in the valley faintly in sight, and hurriedly trotted all the way over.

There was still a mile away from the village, and the heavy raindrops of beans had begun to crack down with the rumbling thunder, and Qi Xiaoyang hurriedly rushed into the gate of the lama temple on the side of the road. This is a small lama temple, facing the gate is a two-storey Buddha hall, not majestic and majestic, but the decoration is brilliant, solemn and phased, under the arch guard of the small stupa and other buildings in the back, it can also make people feel awe. At this time, there was only one little lama who was slightly older than Qi Xiaoyang in the Buddha hall, sitting on a futon on the side, looking at Qi Xiaoyang, an uninvited guest.

Qi Xiaoyang came to the little lama and nodded and saluted, and asked humbly: "Hello little master, I went to this mountain to play, and I want to hide from the rain in your temple, I don't know if the little master can make it convenient?"

The little lama nodded and smiled: "This is a good place for Buddhism, it is naturally no problem to hide from the rain, I will take you to the back and tell my master." "The little lama is not only easy to speak, but also speaks Chinese well.

"Thank you, little master! My name is Qi Xiaoyang, may I ask what the little master is called?" Qi Xiaoyang asked politely.

"I'm Jikpa, you can just call me Keba, my master's name is Mu Gyatso, and he is the great lama in this temple. Keba answered and took Qi Xiaoyang into the back room, which should be used by his master to rest and meet guests alone. Keba said a few words to the big lama who was writing at the table, but Qi Xiaoyang didn't understand. Seeing Mu Gyatso raise his head to look at him, Qi Xiaoyang hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, "Hello, master, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

Mu Gyatso was already in his sixties, thin, and a little unsmiling, so he simply asked Qi Xiaoyang where he came from, where he was going, and so on, and asked Keba to take him to arrange a place to rest. At this time, the thunderstorm had begun to rage wildly, and it was dark like a large piece of thick ink, which was torn apart by lightning and terror, and Keba said enthusiastically: "It seems that you can't leave today, I'll take you to the guest room." ”

Although the guest rooms in the temple are very simple, they are clean and refreshing, Keba settled Qi Xiaoyang, and when he left, he specially explained that he would come to call him when he had dinner. Qi Xiaoyang thanked him again and again, and had a very good impression of this little lama named Keba.

The rainstorm was supposed to come and go quickly, but this one was the most special, starting in the afternoon and falling in large bursts until the next morning. After getting up, Qi Xiaoyang saw that the heavy rain outside the window had turned into moderate rain, although there was no longer dense thunder and lightning, but there was no sign of stopping at all. After having breakfast in the kitchen, I had to go back to my room to read a book to pass the time. Qi Xiaoyang has a unique habit of reading books, that is, he reads books well without seeking much understanding, he reads everything, but he browses in a hurry, and he will read intensively unless it is a special part, so the amount of reading over the years is a bit amazing. The few books I brought with me when I went out this time were all picked up from a used book stall some time ago, and I haven't had time to read them yet.

A half-brick-thick book of "The Secret of the Moon", I have read nearly a quarter of the way through an hour, and when I feel that the author is a little nonsense and interested, there is a knock on the door, and it is Keba who has finished his homework. The little lama and Qi Xiaoyang are close in age, so they naturally have a sense of closeness, and when they saw that the rain kept falling, they came to him to chat.

When they went to lunch together, Qi Xiaoyang and Keba had become close friends. Through the small talk in the morning, Qi Xiaoyang knew that Keba was born in the previous village, and when he was eight years old, his parents died in a car accident when they trafficked local products to go outside the mountain, and it was Master Mu Gyatso in this temple who adopted him, and then became a little lama. The status of the Zang lama is very high, unlike the outside who generally see through the red dust before they become monks.