"I said afterlife."

The voice came from afar.

Yi Shuyuan, who had already walked for a while, was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked back, and found that the woodcutter didn't know when he also changed the route and walked towards him.

Surprised and surprised, Yi Shuyuan still nodded.

"Is there something wrong with this old man?"

The woodcutter walked over with firewood on his back, holding his back with one hand and wiping his sweat with the other.

"I was a little thirsty for firewood, and I forgot to bring a container, I just saw you bring a bamboo can, but you still have water to drink?"

Yi Shuyuan was relieved, smiled, stopped in place and waited for the woodcutter to come, and then untied the bamboo jar from his waist and handed it over.

"Also, take it and drink it."

The woodcutter looked happy, took the bamboo jar and drank it bitterly, until there was not a drop left, and then returned the bamboo jar to Yi Shuyuan.

Yi Shuyuan shook the bamboo jar, it was completely empty, he could only smile helplessly, but he didn't say anything.

"Fang Cai was so thirsty, I drank a little urgently."

"It's just a jar of water, it's not worth talking about."

Yi Shuyuan put away the bamboo pot and was about to leave, and the woodcutter also walked with him.

"Where are you going in the next life?" "Shannangang."

"Oh, that's just the way, let's go together for a while."

Yi Shuyuan was very relaxed at the moment, maybe it was a change of mood, or maybe it was the person around him who gave him a natural and easy-going feeling, in short, the first time they met, they were quite harmonious while walking and chatting.

"You are free and easy in the rest of your life, what are you doing on the mountain early in the morning?"

"The beautiful scenery in the mountains and my parents are by my side, so it is a good place for me to be quiet and peaceful for a while."

Yi Shuyuan replied while naturally holding up a small branch blocking the road and letting the woodcutter pass first, which was not the first time.

The woodcutter followed with a rope in both hands, with a smile on his face.

"I really don't believe it if others say that they are here to find Qingjing, but you are a bit interesting."

Hearing this, Yi Shuyuan could be sure that this woodcutter was not from Xihe Village, otherwise it would be impossible not to know him, he was still thinking about how much a village was related to a little bit of kinship, he didn't know what to call it, after all, he was quite old, so he didn't have to think about it anymore, so he said casually and easily.

"Brother, you also mean what you mean by collecting firewood."

The woodcutter turned his head to look behind him, and the latter was laughing at him for having less firewood.

"Haha, in the spring season, the forest grows in the mountains, and the people who often go into the mountains to fetch firewood will not cut down casually, just pick up some dead branches on the mountain, and all things should follow their principles, so that they can prosper for a long time!"

"I've been taught, but I'm lonely."

Yi Shuyuan didn't think much about me just now, but now that he understands that it makes sense, he is a little embarrassed and feels that this woodcutter is a bit extraordinary.

The birds in the woods chirped very cheerfully, but they were not annoying at all, and they followed noisily as if they were about to join the conversation together.

Soon Shannangang had arrived, and the two tombs could be seen from afar.

Yi Shuyuan's footsteps slowed down when he arrived here, and the woodcutter also put down the firewood and sat on the mountain rock to rest.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan carefully pulling out the grass near the grave, the woodcutter looked at it and asked.

"Who is buried in the tomb?"

"It was my parents, who were crazy and lost in their early years, and they didn't return home for many years, and when they came back when they were sober, their parents had both died."

The woodcutter nodded, lifted the firewood shelf and put it on his back, it seemed that he had rested enough and was ready to leave, and glanced back at Yi Shuyuan before leaving.

"I'll pass by here when I have time, and I'll take a look for you, but in the future, with your temperament, if you enter the officialdom in the future, you will have to pollute this natural nature, I'm afraid it won't be very pleasant!"

Yi Shuyuan was slightly stunned in his heart, raised his head and looked in the direction of the woodcutter, his mind was still a little keen, and the others were fine, but this sentence could be said by a normal woodcutter?

"I have no intention of gaining fame."

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the woodcutter shook his head with a smile, looked at him and didn't say anything, carried Chai He on his back, and then sang a mountain song and left.

"Logging yo~~Get a salary~Live a life~~~~A pot of turbid wine~~Three liters of rice~~~"

The aftermath lingers for a long time, surrounding the mountains.

Yi Shuyuan slowly stood up, watched the woodcutter walk farther and farther, looked down at the bamboo jar on his waist, and felt slightly excited in his heart, and couldn't help but think about it.

However, although there was some suspicion in his heart, Yi Shuyuan still didn't stop the woodcutter after all, let alone ask anything, in this case, it would be better to let him naturally go, and it would be a big deal to come to Kuonanshan a few more times in the future, and he should still be able to meet him.

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Could it be that woodcutter is the god of the mountains? Or what kind of martial arts master? Or maybe it's a hermit? Or is he just a woodcutter with a bit of life wisdom?

Yi Shuyuan was walking in the mountains, a little bit of gain and loss, and soon there was some sound of running water in his ears.

The water in the bamboo jar was drunk by the woodcutter, and Yi Shuyuan was thirsty, of course, he did not go home directly, but went to the place of the stream in the mountain to pour water and drink.

Although there are decades of blank in this life, some profound or vague memories of childhood are still there, and Yi Shuyuan also knows some of the location of the mountain stream.

Sure enough, after not taking a few steps, a meandering stream of water had already appeared in my sight.

Although the weather is still relatively cold, it has also melted into ice, Yi Shuyuan approached quickly, only to see that the stream water was extremely clear, and the sound of the trickle was beating among the mountains and rocks.

Yi Shuyuan rolled up his sleeves and squatted down, first washed his hands with stream water, and then took half a can with a bamboo can under the wash of the stream, and raised his head to "grunt" and drank.

"Ha~"

The stream water entered his throat, and Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo jar after a sigh and wiped the water traces from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

This stream is all gathered by mountain springs, although it is cold, but it is clear and sweet.

Yi Shuyuan leaned over again and stretched the bamboo pot into the water, while pouring water, his eyes couldn't help but look up and down the clear stream, and saw that there were many mountains and rocks of different shapes in the water, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

The old inkstone of that side has long been broken, and it still needs to be raised at an angle to be reluctantly used, and the county government should be able to provide the four treasures of the study, but how can people who eat with literature and ink not have their own inkstone.

It's also interesting to find a suitable mountain rock to use as an inkstone!

Thinking so, Yi Shuyuan put the bamboo jar aside, reached out to pull the rolled cuffs a little higher, and then moved directly to rummage between the streams.

There are a lot of smooth stones, and what Yi Shuyuan is looking for is the kind with depressions, the pits need to be slightly larger, and the appearance is better and better.

The suitable stone has not been found yet, but it has disturbed many eight-legged generals who live under the stone, Yi Shuyuan is happy in it, and he is not polite, he simply took the bamboo jar and poured out half of the water, and caught all the crabs of the right size with a smile.

However, in a short period of time, Yi Shuyuan's anxiety and depression have disappeared.

When Yi Shuyuan found that his legs were sore, and the crabs in the bamboo jar couldn't fit it, he finally found a suitable stone more than twenty meters away from the place where he drank water at the beginning.

It was a pale yellow rock, slightly irregular in the shape of an oval, just below a clear spring, and the water splashed in the depression, creating a shallow rainbow in the sunlight of the gradual slanting of the forest.

With just one glance, Yi Shuyuan identified this stone.

"That's you!"

Yi Shuyuan laughed and said, and then went over and grabbed the yellow stone, and at this moment, a small fish with the appearance of a light yellow loach under the stone rushed out in a panic.

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry!"

After a joke, Yi Shuyuan took the stone and the bamboo jar, moved his sore legs, and then went back satisfied.