"Do you know where you're going when every snowflake falls?"

Time and space are in a state of confusion as in a dream. Snow falls on the mountains and on land at the same time, but it does not melt at the same time in the same place. How do I get in touch with snowflakes?

What kind of snowflakes would be if they fell for hundreds of years and would not melt? You see, this snowflake looks like a person, and that is the white clouds. Not melting is the reason to keep it fresh and not old. Hundreds of years of snowflakes need the lava of a dormant volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years to melt her.

The two of them fell silent, time became very slow, and no one knew who lost the ability to feel time first, and who first had the illusion that the years were eternal and quiet. The further you climb up the mountain, the faster the snow melts. The nameless mountain is like experiencing a baptism of melting glaciers. The protruding mountain tip looked proudly at the sky, the clear sky blue rippling in the cold wind, like the surface of a lake. At this time, the white clouds roam like white swans. All the pure things in the world are inferior to the sparks that rub together when heaven and earth meet.

The footprints disappeared at a three-way intersection. There is a mountain road up, and on the left and right are paths leading to the woods. These vanished footprints must have been hidden in the grass on top when they went to the left or right. The snow on the haystack disappeared along with the footprints.

The tacit understanding between the two people turned out to be that they didn't talk to each other, and in which direction they went, they could complete the communication with their eyes and turn their heads.

If you go up, you must encounter a mountain, and if you go to the left or right, you must have never seen it. Bai Yun didn't think too much, and after turning the direction, he walked in one direction casually, and Xu Zhisheng obediently followed.

"You're missing coffee?"

"No, I don't. I also smelled the aroma of coffee. There must be someone nearby drinking coffee. ”

"I didn't meet anyone along the way, it's a bit weird."

"There's only one way ahead, go ahead and see who tempted us so much."

Xu Zhisheng swallowed like a child. The fat on the stomach stubbornly formed a circle, hiding in layers of thick clothes, not knowing the taste of the cold wind.

"Seriously, if I could have a cup of coffee right now, I'd trade it for the most valuable thing on me."

"Cunning, seeing you leave your wallet in your room in the morning, I bet you have nothing of value on you."

"No, there's one thing on me that is priceless."

"I don't think there are foxes on this nameless mountain, but when you come, you can be regarded as an old fox."

"Yes, yes, you're right, the official greasy and sleek old fox is exactly below."

As he spoke, time came to life, as if eternity did not exist at all. The word "time" is also a myth made up by an unknown species other than humans.

There is a different mountain outside the mountain, and when you walk through the cold and damp path, you will see an old house. The fence is low enough for a small squirrel to easily step over. At this time, the aroma of coffee is almost between the lips and nose.

It doesn't matter if there are people living in the ancient house or immortals. There are two locks on the inside of the gate that is backed by the fence. If you have to knock on the door and ask for a sip of coffee at this time, it seems rude.

On the road just walked, there were still no footprints of the two of them. So, even though they were going back, as if they were going for the first time.

The two of them decided to go out of the trail, find a rock, put a newspaper on it, replenish some water and food, and transfer the regret of not drinking coffee to something else.