Fangjia Town.

Fang Zixuan continued to accompany Fang Zixi and the others.

Mid-autumn of a certain year.

Fang Zixuan and the four of them walked in Bashan.

Bashan in autumn is actually quite beautiful, and many places in the entire Bashan mountain range are dyed golden yellow by fallen leaves, which are dotted with a little green, which is a small number of evergreen trees in all seasons.

The four of them walked on the thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

A gust of golden wind blew, rolling up pieces of yellow leaves and flying all over the sky.

"What a beautiful view. Fang Ziming couldn't help but admire.

"Yes, even though you can see this beautiful autumn scenery once a year, every time you see it, it's amazing. Fang Zixi also exclaimed.

"Zixuan, what do you think?" asked Fang Ziguang.

"It feels more beautiful than ever. Fang Zixuan said.

"Indeed, but it should be that our mood is different, we used to come to Bashan to collect medicine and hunt, but now we come to Bashan just for autumn travel. Fang Zixi said.

In the evening, Fang Zixuan and the others spent the night in a wooden house.

Because they often visit Bashan, they built several wooden houses here.

One day, when the four of them were standing on the top of one of the peaks and looking out, feeling the autumn breath of Bashan, Fang Zixi suddenly muttered to himself: "Spring is born, summer is long, autumn is harvested, and winter is hidden." Autumn harvest, autumn harvest, seems to make sense. ”

Fang Zixuan and the others heard Fang Zixi's muttering, so Fang Ziming couldn't help but laugh and said, "Zixi, why do you seem to be a little emotional?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a little heartwarming to feel the breath of autumn. Fang Zixi replied casually.

"The autumn harvest is indeed the harvest season. Fang Ziming said.

Fang Zixi was about to say something, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

Fang Zixi and Fang Ziguang didn't care either.

Later, they went home after a few days of visiting Bashan.

Midwinter.

Fang Zixuan and the four of them came to Bashan again.

This has become a habit of theirs, after all, they used to often come to Bashan to collect medicine and hunt, and now that they are old, they naturally want to come to Bashan to remember, of course, the scenery of Bashan itself is really good is also one of the reasons. Although they come to play every year, Fang Zixi and the three of them don't feel bored.

Talking and laughing along the way, occasionally stopping to drink some warm wine and eat some barbecue or something, it is very pleasant.

When they came to the top of a certain mountain peak, Fang Zixi seemed to sigh again: "Spring is born, summer is long, autumn is harvested, and winter is hidden." Winter storage, winter storage, it seems to make some sense. ”

"Zixi, why did you suddenly sigh again?" Fang Ziming said with a smile.

"yes, didn't you say that three months ago? Fang Ziguang said with a smile.

"Well, I just don't know how I feel something, so I feel it. Fang Zixi said a little casually.

"What did you feel? What is that?" Fang Ziming said curiously.

"I don't know, but I vaguely feel that this feeling matches a sentence I saw in a travelogue before. Fang Zixi said.

"Is it the spring birth, summer growth, autumn harvest, and winter storage you said?" Fang Ziming said.

"Yes, I don't have any special feelings about spring and summer, but this autumn harvest and winter storage, I always feel as if I feel something. Fang Zixi smiled.

"Autumn harvest, winter storage? What do you mean? Autumn harvest, winter storage?" Fang Ziguang said.

"No, according to the author of the travelogue, the harvest of the autumn harvest is a convergent harvest, not a harvest of harvest, and as for the winter store, it is not a winter store, but a stinged store. I haven't been able to understand it before, but now I seem to understand it vaguely. Fang Zixi said.

"Convergence?," Fang Ziming and Fang Ziguang said curiously at the same time.

"In the autumn you see a lot of trees losing their leaves, and according to the writer of the travelogues, this is because of the signs that a certain breath between heaven and earth is beginning to converge, and in the winter, because this breath stings and hides, and the water and the earth fall. Isn't there a sting in the twenty-four solar terms, probably it seems that the spring thunder alarmed this breath, and then everything recovered. Fang Zixi explained.

Fang Ziguang and Fang Ziming glanced at each other, then thought for a while, and then shook their heads together and said, "I can probably understand, but I don't feel anything." Zixuan, what about you?"

"Me too, I seem to understand something, but I don't feel anything. Fang Zixuan shook his head and said.

"Forget it, anyway, it doesn't mean anything special to understand this thing, or if you don't understand it. Fang Zixi said with a smile.

"Yes. Come, such a beautiful snow scene, let's have a drink. Fang Ziguang said with a smile.

"Good. Fang Ziming agreed.

So, Fang Zixuan took out the table and stool, the wine pot and wine glass, and the snacks from the storage ring, and then the four of them began to warm the wine and eat and enjoy the snow.

At night, after Fang Zixi and the three of them fell asleep, Fang Zixuan walked out of the wooden house, and then jumped onto a tall tree, feeling the cold moonlight shining on his body.

"Heh, Dongzang?" Fang Zixuan suddenly remembered what Fang Zixi had said this morning, and then smiled.

After watching the moonlight for a while, Fang Zixuan went back to his room to rest.

A few days later, in the evening, Fang Zixuan stood on a big tree again. At this time, a gust of evening wind blows, and the tops of the trees sway gently in the wind.

After a short while, when Fang Zixuan was about to jump off the tree, suddenly, a faint inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

Hmm?Fang Zixuan's figure suddenly stopped. What does it feel like?

So, Fang Zixuan was ready to calm down and carefully experience this faint inexplicable feeling.

Slowly, Fang Zixuan became in a trance.

It's just that, it seems that after a while, Fang Zixuan suddenly felt a chill on his face, and at the same time, he seemed to vaguely hear someone calling him, so he came to his senses.

When Fang Zixuan opened his eyes, two snowballs just fell on him.

Fang Zixuan looked down and saw that it was Fang Zixi and the others.

"Zixuan, what are you doing up there? Fang Ziguang said.

"Ah, is there one?" Fang Zixuan was a little dazed.

"Hey, I'm too old to climb such a tall tree, so I have to call you with a snowball. Fang Ziguang said.

I see.

"Zixuan, you seem to be a little distracted, what are you thinking?" Fang Zixi asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a sudden daze. Fang Zixuan shook his head and said.

"Come down, we're waiting for breakfast in your storage ring, and we're on our way when we're ready." Fang Ziming said.

"Okay, I'll come down now. After saying that, Fang Zixuan jumped down and then took out the food.

At night, Fang Zixuan couldn't help but sit on the tree again, trying to regain that faint inexplicable feeling, but this time there was nothing, and that feeling seemed to be hidden.

For several days in a row, Fang Zixuan found nothing.

Looks like that's just my delusion. Forget it, don't miss him anymore. Fang Zixuan shook his head slightly.

After more than ten days, Fang Zixuan and the four of them went home.