After a few days of exploration, Hong Tang finally figured out the route to the barren mountain.

Today, it is her birthday, this kind of day, the begonia flowers in Hongfu should bloom, but this is not a barren mountain, except for green bamboo, it is a dead tree all over the mountain.

It's not a barren mountain.

Hong Tang sat up with a carp, and at this time she was sitting next to a small pool, holding a piece of charcoal, and drawing something on the inside of the burlap pen.

This small pond is surrounded by bamboo trees, quite quiet, some of the "Little Stone Pond Records" in the Meng Luo swaying, jagged and draped. The waterhole is also clear and thorough, but there are some fish skeletons swimming in it.

Yes! Isn't it possible that even fish are alive on the barren mountains?

I'm going out of the mountain tonight.

Hong Tang's skirt is the route of the mountain downhill, after all, there are several forks in the road, and there is no preparation for how to do it.

The last time I sneaked out without preparation, but I couldn't go down the mountain until dawn, so I had to wait until a group of people found her.

If you want to go down the mountain with Xiao Xia to buy vegetables and escape, it is not feasible, although Xiao Xia looks soft and weak, but he is also a tree spirit ghost, and he can't spare people at all, the last time Hong Tang saw her go to catch the hen, the hen didn't have to react, Xiao Xia had already grabbed its two pairs of wings, and drank the hen soup that night.

Besides, there wasn't enough time to spare, and everyone was awake.

Today is a great day.

Morikawa has the affairs of the demon world to deal with, and he won't come today, Xue Daoping also happened to have a recurrence of cold disease, and he had to lie in the house for a day, and the rest also went down the mountain, it seems that he is not surprised by Xue Daoping's symptoms, and he said that he wants to relax after a long absence.

So in the whole barren mountain, only a poor and uncared for patient and Hong Tang who was planning an escape route were left, and Wang Wang, who had nothing to do.

Thinking about it this way, Xue Daoping is quite pitiful, just after the map is drawn, it's okay to take care of the patient.

Out of the bamboo forest, the crooked and sloppy thatched hut came into view again.

The sky is a little gray and dark, and the sky on the non-barren mountain is always like this, and only the sky on the non-barren mountain is so dark.

It's so dark that it's weird and sad.

Xue Daoping is now relapsing the disease, frozen on the bed like an ice lump, lying on his side with his back to the door, his face is pale, his lips are purple, his whole person is covered with a layer of hoarfrost, covered with a thick quilt, but the cold air keeps flowing out of the quilt, freezing three feet, and even Wang Wang is reluctant to approach him.

It's so cold, Hong Tang walked to her bed and sat down, this bed is Hong Tang's body backframe, and he used to sleep on that elevated chair.

And the position where the bed was placed was exactly the direction of Xue Dao's plane.

It's been a long time since I've seen this stinky immortal monarch uncomfortable like this, and the last time was on Chinese New Year's Eve, probably a periodic attack.

This is him muttering something helplessly and confused with his lips slightly open, as if it is: Ah Tang, don't die, come back?

What a mess, it's a mess.

But Ah Tang's ......

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Xue Daoping's kiss suddenly broke into her mind again.

Maybe he was just confused, or he thought of himself as a substitute for the person in his heart.

Hong Tang is about to be abused and crying by himself, it's really like the stories in those indiscreet books.

"Wait, wait......" Xue Daoping suddenly stretched out a hand from the quilt, grabbed it indiscriminately upward, couldn't grasp anything, the slender hand was pale and stiff, and the hand only flowed with white cold.

This will be like a homeless man who has lost his soul and is begging on the street, completely without the usual feeling that the immortal monarch wants to die and wants to be on top.

Well, you're leaving, and I won't make you so uncomfortable today.

Hong Tang reached out and grabbed Xue Daoping's cold fingers.

Hong Tang's hand was like a small stove, and after a while, blood spread from Xue Daoping's fingers.

"Xue Laodao, I'm leaving." Hong Tang said jokingly, and Hong Tang also knew that Xue Daoping in this state couldn't hear a word.

Hong Tang has a character like this, and if he doesn't speak for a day, he may suffocate to death, so he has to talk to this kind of ice mounds like dead people.

"Are you coming to see me off!" Hong Tang shook Xue Daoping's hand.

Hong Tang saw that his face softened, but he didn't seem to hear anything, and he still closed his eyes like a dead man and lay there straight.

When Hong Tang saw that he didn't move, he was not honest in his hand, and stretched out his other hand to lift Xue Daoping's long eyelashes, pulling up his eyelids, revealing his rolled eyes.

"Tsk, Hong Tang, it's too much, Xue Daoping, it's too much......"

Hong Tang approached him to observe, and faintly felt a sense of familiarity.

On the clouds, Tsing Yi, peach blossom forest?

The dreams she had when she first came came back to her mind.

Xue Daoping?

She remembered the kiss that landed on the forehead of the woman in black, and couldn't help but sit up straight.

Wrong.

She dreamed of what Xue Daoping was doing.

I couldn't think of an answer, but she sat still, and she didn't dare to be naughty anymore.

Hong Tang didn't say anything, but changed his character of talking to death on weekdays, and sat there for a day.

The night was already very thick, but Hong Tang had already slept enough, put on the night clothes he bought secretly when he was on the market with Xiaoxia a few days ago, packed his bags, and brought what he could, and put down what he didn't.

For example, you can't take this room with you.

Hong Tang has been angry with himself for a long time for this, from the silence of the courtyard to the present.

Hong Tang, go! Break away!

Hong Tang finally made up his mind, stood up, turned around suddenly, and accidentally tripped over his left foot by his right foot.

As soon as her brain turned white, Xue Daoping's hairline appeared in front of her eyes, and now it was ......

What a situation!

Hong Tang propped up the bed on both sides of Xue Daoping with both hands, and she lay on Xue Daoping's body, a few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead fell on Xue Daoping's eyebrows and eyes, and her mouth gave Xue Daoping a deep kiss on the forehead.

Fortunately, Xue Daoping was unconscious.

The embarrassment is dead.

Hong Tang propped up and wiped his lips twice, as if he wanted to rub a layer of skin off his mouth.

His face was flushed with blood, and Hong Tang lifted his mask to cover his ripe face.

Suddenly, the moonlight from the window behind him dimmed, which frightened Hong Tang, turned around to look, and there was no one, so he walked out on tiptoe with confidence.

When I think of leaving now, even if I am tired of such a dilapidated yard on weekdays, and how much I want to escape as soon as possible, I am still very reluctant to give up.

Hong Tang walked out of the chai gate and turned around to take one last look at the small broken courtyard.

Bye.

Hong Tang turned around and ran away.

On the roof, a dark shadow appeared, and the bright eyes of a teenager were smeared with a layer of gloom tonight.

Run, run, so I have a chance to be with you.

The night-like eyes watched the light black shadow enter the bamboo forest.

Sa –

The wind blows, and no one knows what will happen tonight except for the mountains and forests that can't sleep and the Morikawa on the roof.