The heat of the soft sun gradually became more intense, and the soft breeze swept through the body, and the coolness was cheerful and exciting.

Fluttershy tries to pull the placket a little apart, but she doesn't have the strength to do so.

The mountain man didn't go fast.

He, like everyone else, was extremely slow and careful.

"You've been here for thirty years?" Fluttershy can't help but ask him.

"Yes." There was no strange look on Yamafu's cheeks.

"You've always been here? Didn't leave? ”

"Yes, I haven't taken a step away." He smiled.

Fluttershy blinks, trying to stare at the untraced cheek, feeling a little sad.

Isn't it torture that hasn't gone down for thirty years? Whether it is pain, sorrow, desolation and misery, it is an unbearable torment.

Fluttershy wonders how he's been doing, and if he's had any troubles over the past 30 years? Ever had an emotion?

She didn't ask him, it was someone else's privacy, maybe someone else's sore spot.

She really wants to know the story, but she doesn't want to sting and hurt this person, sometimes hurting others, she doesn't need to do it, and she doesn't need special scheming to hurt people, not only very successfully, but also very thoroughly.

There was no light in the eyes of a dead fish, the expression on his face was extremely sluggish without a trace of vitality, and the strength of his feet was extremely serious and careful.

He suddenly stops and stares at Fluttershy, whose expression seems to have drawn him in.

Fluttershy is startled.

"Do you want to know how I've lived for thirty years?"

Fluttershy is out of breath and smiles.

"You can ask about this, because it's not a big deal."

Fluttershy nodded.

"How have you spent the last thirty years?"

"That's it." Dead fish-like eyes have fallen on the bluestone, "They're all my treasures, each one of them." ”

Fluttershy is surprised.

This man actually regarded those bluestones that would explode at any time as treasures, didn't he know that these treasures would explode?

"You come over and look at these bluestones like this every day?"

"Yes, it's a pleasure." As he spoke of this pleasant thing, there was not a trace of change in his dull and lifeless cheeks. "It's a treat."

Fluttershy blinks, lowers her head, and stares at the mountain road, where there are two neat rows of deep and deep footprints.

The neat footprints stretch from the end of the trail to here and from here to the back.

His feet are in the footprints, every one of them.

Fluttershy is already staring at his feet, "Wouldn't your feet change a little if they left this footprint?" ”

The mountain man nodded, and he stared at the feet, "If my feet leave here, these treasures will be angry." ”

Fluttershy looks at the bluestones on either side, and a look of fear suddenly arises in her heart.

"What happens when you get angry?"

"It's going to explode, it's going to explode." His voice was also extremely simple and urgent, as if it was a knife that had suddenly come out of its sheath.

This reminds Fluttershy of the Bridger, and his words are strange and stiff.

The corners of her forehead are dry, but now they are growing again, and Fluttershy stares at the feet, secretly afraid.

If those feet take the wrong step, everything here will turn to ashes, and everyone here will be the same, to ashes.

There will be no suspicion in between.

"Has there ever been an explosion here?" Fluttershy laughs at the fact that she asks such a question.

"It didn't explode because I was well protected."

The mountainman suddenly walked towards the top of the mountain, very slowly and carefully.

As he walked forward, the people behind him followed, and these people seemed to have a mysterious and peculiar tacit understanding.

"How old are you?" Fluttershy laughs as she asks such a very private question.

The mountainman stared at the sky, as if in contemplation, but did not stop at his feet.

Fluttershy is scared to death.

If this person takes one wrong step, will he die without a place to bury?

She felt a chill run down her spine and rush down her spine.

The soft breeze swept by, and her back couldn't help but tremble, she was already secretly regretting that she shouldn't have asked this question, this kind of question, as if she had stumped the mountain husband.

The sky is full of white clouds, and the soft breeze is gusting.

Behind the bluestone, the trees stand upright, and the soft and slender branches sway gently.

Shanfu stared at Fluttershy, "I don't remember either. ”

Fluttershy is surprised.

This man has forgotten how long he has lived? Fluttershy believes he remembers something else.

A person lives with more or less emotion, and there are several hot-blooded romances, whether stupid or wise, there will be a little.

So there must be lovers.

"You don't miss your lover?"

The mountaineer pointed to the neat and smooth bluestone on both sides.

"They are my lovers and my treasures."

Fluttershy is taken aback again.

This person has taken this bluestone that explodes at any time as a lover, does this person really not understand feelings? Don't understand the sweetness between men and women?

The dead fish-like eyes were already staring at the bluestones on both sides, staring motionlessly, without a trace of stopping under their feet, nor a trace of mistakes.

The combination of his feet and footprints is like a spring breeze blending with the earth, so natural and light that it will not make any mistakes.

Fluttershy's heart has calmed down, and she has realized that this man could not be wrong.

If a person keeps doing one thing over and over again for thirty years, then it is very difficult to make mistakes in this matter, and there can be no mistakes.

"You don't want your family?"

The mountain man suddenly touched his head, and stared at the sky again, this question seemed to be an extremely complicated and nerve-wracking matter.

Fluttershy suddenly gets a little nervous again.

The man stared at the sky, and there was no intention of stopping under his feet, the mountain man was really a man who did not know whether to live or die.

The mountainman stared at Fluttershy, "I don't remember. ”

Fluttershy froze.

This man doesn't remember his family, and he doesn't remember how old he is, has this person lost his memory?

"And you remember what happened thirty years ago?" Fluttershy wishes he remembered that the story of thirty years ago might be his brilliant side.

If he remembers those stories, he will not be so lonely and lonely, and he will be happy and exciting when he quietly recalls them.

A person is more or less happy and exciting, and when he is fine, he looks back on it, isn't this also a kind of enjoyment? Fluttershy only wishes he could remember the enjoyment.

The mountain man nodded.

The smile on Fluttershy's face grows even stronger, and he actually remembers.

"I don't remember."

The smile on Fluttershy's face grows stiff and sad.

He is really a poor man, he doesn't remember a single bit, Shanfu has been a hero for thirty years? Or a high roller?

"You really don't remember at all?"

"yes, I really don't remember at all." He spoke quickly, without a hint of thought.

"Do you only remember the events of the last thirty years?"

"Yes, every day is remembered very clearly."

Fluttershy blinked, "What were you doing twenty-eight years ago today?" ”

"I'm on this mountain road, looking at the bluestones."

"What were you doing today, sixteen years ago?"

"I'm on this mountain road, looking at the bluestones."

"And what about five days ago?" Fluttershy is stunned.

"I'm on this mountain road, looking at the bluestones."

Fluttershy is dumbfounded.

She had understood that this man was here every day, repeating one thing.

Keep walking on the mountain road, keep looking at the bluestone.

"You don't do anything else every day?" Fluttershy looks at two rows of deep footprints.

"Yes, I don't do anything else, and I won't do it."

Fluttershy looks at the man's cheek again, a dull and lifeless complexion, without the joy and joy that is characteristic of being alive.

She's going crazy, but she doesn't have the strength to do so.

Fluttershy looks at the mountain road and then at Bluestone, which is disgusting and tiresome, and she might not be able to stay even a day if she were herself.

There is no trace of fun, joy, and even less pleasure and excitement here.

This is really incomprehensible, it is really unimaginable, how to spend such a lonely, lonely day?

Fluttershy can't figure it out.

"Can't you figure me out?"

Fluttershy nods.

"It's actually very simple, just think about it and don't think about anything else." He spoke slowly and carefully.

Fluttershy froze.

She looked at the bluestone on both sides, the neat and smooth bluestone did not have a trace of beauty, and it could not attract others.

The bluestone here is the same as the oil lamp in the Lost Soul Corridor, and the seven steps stand together, as mysterious and strange as a guard.

"Aren't you surprised that I'm not depressed at all?"

Fluttershy nods.

"Because it's a joy to do."

Fluttershy is silent.

She had come to understand that all the people here might have lost their memories, that they didn't remember who they were, that they didn't remember what happened before they came.

This is like a Buddhist gate, and when you enter here, you will become a human being in two lifetimes.

The past grievances and old grudges are all forgotten and abandoned, and they don't remember who they are, nor do they remember everything about their past.

The trail isn't rough, and Fluttershy stares at her shadow, which is long and thin.

The leaves rustle in the trees, and even more violently on the top of the mountain.

The mountainman did not go to the top of the mountain, but stopped far away, and it seemed to be his forbidden place.

There were already a few women on the top of the mountain, a few noblewomen with gorgeous clothes and slender waists, and they didn't look at the mountain man, but directly supported Wusheng and Fluttershy.

These women, like the mountain husbands, looked dull and devoid of vitality on their cheeks.

Fluttershy is about to vomit, and her back shudders.

The noble lady who held her and gently stroked her back, "Isn't it better?" ”

Fluttershy struggles to look up, at the woman, and then at the top of the mountain, "This is the Lost Soul Top?" ”

The lady nodded, and acknowledged.

"And you're the Lady of the Mountaintop?"

The lady nodded.

"Isn't it dangerous here?"

Lady Mountaintop looked at Fluttershy, "No danger. ”

Fluttershy smiles, and she finally comes across a place where there is no danger.

But the smile on her face disappeared again, for the woman said, "But if I take the wrong step, I will be in danger." ”

Fluttershy is on the verge of collapse, but it's still the same, and if she takes the wrong step, she'll be doomed.

"What happens if you make a mistake?"

"The top of the mountain will collapse immediately, and we will be buried alive."

Fluttershy stared blankly at the Lady at the Mountaintop, "Aren't we going to die?" ”

The Lady at the Top of the Mountain nodded.

"You're not afraid at all?"

The Lady at the Top of the Hill shook her head.

This sentence is nonsense, and she naturally won't be afraid, because she must have been here for many years, maybe longer than the people in front of her.

"What if you don't know something? You can ask for it. ”

Fluttershy nodded.

The trees on the top of the mountain are sparse, the bamboo forests on both sides of the road have faded from the winter mood, and the new branches and leaves are more fresh and delicate, delicate as if it is a sixteen-year-old girl in the flower season, indescribably seductive and light, and every inch of the body seems to give birth to surprise, joy and satisfaction at any time.

The girl in the flower season will never be disgusting, no matter what she does or says, it will not make people tired, because this is a kind of beauty, whether it is crying, laughing, lovesickness, suffering...... will bring joy and excitement to people.

The newborn shoots appear delicate and delicate, and perhaps because of this, the wind that blows over them is extremely soft and weak.

Fluttershy stares at the bamboo forest as if she were staring at a flowering girl.

Her flowering season is gone, and the traces of age are already on her cheeks, a trace of sadness and sorrow that makes most women sad.

"This bamboo forest is so beautiful."

The Lady at the Top of the Mountain nodded, her dead fish-like eyes slowly staring at the swaying bamboo leaves.

"You planted this?"

"I didn't plant it, but when I came, there was a bamboo forest here."

"Do you remember where you came from?"

The Lady of the Hilltop touched her head and blinked, her body looking tired and tired.

Fluttershy smiles.

But she was secretly grieving for this man, because she must not have remembered the past.

"I've been thinking about it, but I've never been able to think about it."

"What do you remember?" Fluttershy stares at the Lady at the Top of the Mountain in surprise, this woman is a little different, maybe just a little different, and she thinks about it.

Fluttershy smiles, with indescribable joy and joy.

She hoped that this smile would give Mrs. Yu the top of the mountain an encouragement, and hoped that she would think of something.

The soft breeze passed, the wrinkle at the corner of her eye gradually became soft and weak, and the lady at the top of the mountain was gasping, "I can't think of it." ”

"You couldn't think of it all along?"

"yes, I never figured it out."

Fluttershy stares at the Lady at the top of the mountain, and she feels that the woman is strange when she gazes at the bamboo forest, and the expression on her face is sluggish and not energetic, but it is tired and tired.

"Do you think this bamboo forest is a little strange?"

The Lady at the Top of the Mountain nodded.

She wasn't talking, she wasn't looking at the bamboo forest.

Fluttershy walks into the bamboo forest, followed by the rest of the group.

Fluttershy tries to take in a breath and spit it out again, and the scenery is stunning, as dangerous as it is.

She closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the charming, inviting place.