The air was still cold in the morning, and after the sun came out at noon, he felt a little hot, and Lan Shimo came out of the restaurant and stopped him in front of him.

"Luo Jiajia?" Lan Shimo looked at the girl who blocked his way strangely.

"Squad leader, have you eaten?" As if he couldn't see that he had just come out of the restaurant, he asked knowingly.

"Eaten, what about you?" Lan Shimo asked politely.

"I've eaten too, why don't we go for a walk in the mountains?" Luo Jiajia smiled and pointed to the billboard to the side.

Qingfeng Ancient Town, the first bungee jumping platform.

…… Lan Shimo scratched his head, "I'm still not going, right?" I'm afraid of heights......" he replied embarrassedly.

"But I don't dare to go alone." Luo Jiajia lowered her head and looked pitiful.

"Then don't go." Lan Shimo said without hesitation.

"No, it's hard to come once, even if I don't jump, I'm going to take a look." Luo Jiajia looked at the billboard with a resolute face, "If you don't go with me, I have to go alone." Her voice was so low that she looked weak and pitiful, and she couldn't bear to refuse.

“…… Alright then, it's still early, let's go and get back quickly. Lan Shimo hesitated to speak, he was really embarrassed to refuse again, besides, would it be dangerous for her to go as a girl? He wanted to follow him all the way and take care of him.

Lan Shimo really didn't expect that this trip to the mountain would allow him to embark on a path that he had never thought of.

At first, there were students on the road, but the further you walked up the mountain, the fewer people came. Lan Shimo didn't understand very much, was she and Luo Jiajia the only two students in this grade going up the mountain?

After walking for about 40 minutes, the two of them, sweating profusely, finally walked to the place of bungee jumping.

The bungee tower of Qingfeng Ancient Town stands on the scenic Qingfeng Mountain, and below is the Qingfeng River, which has vast waters. The cantilever is 25 meters long and the jump is 66 meters high. The distance from the top of the bungee tower to the surface of the water is 88 meters.

Along the way, Luo Jiajia stopped and stopped, and walked for 40 minutes when it was not far away. At this time, Luo Jiajia had a garland of pale yellow spring flowers on her head that was picked from the side of the road, and the faint yellow color set off her cuteness. Lan Shimo looked down and glanced at the wreath in his hand speechlessly, this was given to him by Luo Jiajia, but he didn't want to bring it, no matter how he said he was a man, but he didn't have the idea of a little girl with flowers on his head.

This kind of jumping platform is very high according to common sense, and when you stand on the jumping platform, you can see how helpless you are. What's more, the jumping platform under your feet is still made of glass, as long as you look down slightly, you can see the Qingfeng Lake under your feet, which instantly makes people feel top-heavy as if stepping on the clouds.

"Squad leader, shall we jump together?" Luo Jiajia stood on the jumping platform and opened her hands to face the wind, she looked like a butterfly as if she would be blown down by the wind at any time, and Lan Shimo's face turned white with fright. Because Luo Jiajia stepped back as she spoke, the important thing was that she didn't do any safety measures!

"Luo Jiajia, don't retreat, the staff here don't know where to run, it's dangerous for you to do this, let's go down quickly." Lan Shimo said as he took two steps forward to catch her.

"Just come up, you're going down? You see how good the scenery here is, you can see the whole ancient town clearly, where can you have a chance to see such a view? Luo Jiajia seemed to have unintentionally avoided Lan Shimo's outstretched hand and stopped retreating, and finally stopped.

Lan Shimo glanced into the distance, the whole ancient town is blue bricks and green tiles between the two mountains, just like an ancient street market, such a scenery is also the first time he has seen it, I have to say that it is really good, and it also makes people relax. He then glanced at the glass jumping platform under his feet, the whole person felt bad, he felt that his legs were a little soft, should people now be so thrill-seeking? At a glance, I saw the river flowing under my feet, and I felt that my body was floating in the sky, and I was clearly stepping on something under my feet, but I felt soft and touchless.

"Are you scared?" Luo Jiajia saw Lan Shimo standing in place without moving, one hand still holding on to the glass guardrail on the side, looking funny and funny.

"Yes...... It's a little, I'm a little afraid of heights. "After standing on this for so long, he couldn't speak.

"Don't be afraid, I'll pull you." Luo Jiajia smiled and stretched out her hand, her smile was like sunshine, as if it melted into his heart.

"No, I'd better go down!" Lan Shimo turned around and walked back.

"Squad leader!" Luo Jiajia said in a coquettish tone, "If you leave, I will be scared alone." She pouted aggrievedly, as if Lan Shimo had bullied her, she knew that Lan Shimo couldn't refuse her like this.

"But......" Lan Shimo still can't pass the level of fear of heights in his heart.

"You pull me, and we'll go down together." Luo Jiajia didn't seem to be ready to embarrass Lan Shi anymore, so she put on a sweet smile and stretched out her hand again.

Lan Shimo hesitated again and again but still took Luo Jiajia's hand, Luo Jiajia smiled slyly, "How could I let you go so easily?" Before Lan Shimo understood the meaning of her words, she dragged hard, and his whole body fluttered towards Luo Jiajia like a balloon.

Luo Jiajia took advantage of the situation to take two steps back, and with a spin of her body, Lan Shimo was forced to the edge of the jumping platform.

"Luo Jiajia!" Lan Shimo was terrified, "You...... What are you doing? There was more fear in his eyes than ever before.

"What are you afraid of, didn't I pull you?" Luo Jiajia changed her sweet smile from the past and showed an evil face, and with a light hand, Lan Shimo felt that half of his body had leaned back to the outside of the jumping platform!

"You! You want to kill me! He was frightened and spoke indiscriminately, he didn't know what Luo Jiajia was doing this for, but the sudden dangerous killing intent made him unable to ignore it anymore.

"How so? I said I liked you that day! How could I kill you? Although Luo Jiajia said that she liked him, her expression was faintly revealing a touch of weirdness, and after listening to her words, Lan Shiwan's heart was only full of fear.

"Why did you turn around and run away then?" Luo Jiajia showed a confused expression.

"You, who the hell are you?" Lan Shimo couldn't be calm, that day in the school garden Luo Jiajia suddenly said that he liked himself, he was about to refuse, but he saw Luo Jiajia has a charming woman's sad face on his shoulder, he was frightened by that face so he ran away, so today......

He fixed his eyes and saw that Luo Jiajia really had the face of a woman with long black hair and flaming red lips on her shoulder, "You, you are not a human, you are a ghost!" He pointed to Luo Jiajia's shoulder.

Luo Jiajia showed a bright smile and glanced sideways at the face on her shoulder, "Are you afraid?" Luo Jiajia and the woman on the shoulder spoke at the same time, two different sounds stimulating his brain.

I'm afraid, Lan Shimo is very scared, but after so many years, every ghost he sees can be ignored, because those ghosts can't kill him, but Luo Jiajia wants to kill him, how can he not be afraid?

"Don't be afraid, I said I wouldn't kill you, but do you dare to jump from here?" The female ghost on her shoulder suddenly disappeared, as if she had never appeared, only the gentle wind in the sun blew Luo Jiajia's short hair, raised the corners of her skirt, she smiled as usual, but she let go......

Lan Shimo's frightened scream floated far away, in this state of constant falling, he felt that his soul had been detached from his body, although the water below did not necessarily fall to death, but the important thing was that he couldn't swim, was this the rhythm of drowning?

Grandma, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back today, and I won't be able to take care of you. All that was left in his mind was his only relative, the gray-haired old grandmother......

Luo Jiajia watched the falling figure get smaller and smaller, the corners of her lips hooked up with a sneer, and she opened her arms and jumped down without hesitation. Let the wind blow in your ears and ruffle your hair.

At noon, the school arranged a place to eat, but Mi'er didn't go, she just ate a bowl of snacks casually on the side of the road.

She walked around the ancient town and accidentally found that there was a shop that was still making oil-paper umbrellas, a seventy-year-old man.

Oil-paper umbrellas have been used for more than 1,000 years. The umbrella stand is made of hand-cut bamboo strips, and the umbrella surface is made of lint paper coated with natural waterproof tung oil. The oil-paper umbrella is the world's earliest umbrella, made by hand, and is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients.

Nowadays, the oil paper umbrella often uses modern materials, industrial production is improved, although it is easy to carry, the price is low, but it is a lifeless industrial product, the traditional oil paper umbrella that elegant and natural beauty, is the nylon steel umbrella can never be compared.

I didn't expect to see such a handmade oil-paper umbrella in such an ancient town. There is a folk proverb: the process is seventy-two and a half, and it is not good to move in and out. You can imagine how much effort it takes to make an oil-paper umbrella.

The old man is doing this process called painting flowers, his hair is gray with reading glasses, holding a pen in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and he is engrossed in painting a common picture of fish play among lotus leaves. She couldn't help but stand behind the old man and watch, looking at the umbrella, the door of her memory seemed to be suddenly opened.

On the hill strewn with corpses, she seemed to see someone holding a milky white oil-paper umbrella to block the blood that fell from the sky, and the red and bright blood stained the entire umbrella surface almost instantly. At that time, she looked up and saw ...... A very familiar person, that person with boundless warmth, let her heart settle down instantly, and the faint familiar smell of his body made her no longer afraid of these mountains of corpses. Who is that person? She held her forehead, her expression painful, and there was no reason for a feeling of sorrow in her heart. Who is he? Why can't I remember the man's face?