The autumn rain has lasted for nearly a month, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed for half a month. The entire Huilong Mountain is soaked in cold water vapor.

At dusk, the rain and fog thickened.

Only then did the twig turn back from the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

The sky and the earth are vast, and even the shadows of the trees are blurry and difficult to discern. Meandering down mountain trails, shredded blades of grass soaking the skirts of shoes and socks.

The dead branches and leaves of the old peach tree trembled in the bitter wind and rain, and the twigs stroked the rough branches of the old peach tree.

"Haven't you come back yet?" the peach tree gently shook off the rain from her body, and the old voice was worried.

Xiaozhi frowned lightly and said, "I'm afraid that something will delay you." ”

The old peach tree comforted: "There is a lot of rain this year, the road is difficult to walk, it is normal to delay for a while, wait a few more days to see." ”

I don't know how old the old peach tree is, and I don't know in which year it became a spirit. Year after year, it has been on the side of this mountain road, and when it encounters a small branch passing by, it always has to nag a few words.

This time in Longshan, catch a pheasant and rabbit on the mountain, not to mention that there is a hundreds of years of Taoism, and flowers and trees abound. But only this old peach tree dared to take root in this valley.

Farewell to the peach tree spirit, the road turned to the river bridge, the stream was turbulent, and the rain of a month made the originally gentle and clear stream become turbid, and the branches and grass blades were whistling away with white foam.

Xiaozhi stood on the bluestone bridge for a long time, and when he returned to the courtyard, it was already dark.

The small courtyard is in disrepair and dilapidated, like an old man in the last years of the wind and candles, as if a gust of wind and rain can destroy it, but it has been swaying for many years, the wind has not blown it down, and the rain has not washed it away.

Xiaozhi has thought more than once that she must renovate this yard in the coming year, how many in the coming year, the most important thing in the mountains is time, maybe one day, this yard will really become a ruin, in order to wake up her lazy tendons.

If you want to be lazy, there is no one who lives in this valley who is not lazy.

I don't know the sun and the moon in the mountains, and no matter how much fun things I do, I will lose interest, and slowly, I can't find anything more comfortable than lying down and basking in the sun.

On the door of the small courtyard surrounded by bamboo fences, two crooked words are carved on the wood, "Taoyuan", which is the handwriting of Bai Tang.

Thirty years ago, when he first came, he didn't have this leisure, but when he spent a year practicing and found that no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of this valley, and finally chose to be at peace when he came.

After raising flowers for a few years, I found that the wildflowers in the mountains are more beautiful, and after fishing for a few years, I found that I still caught them quickly in the water. After studying cooking, the cakes he makes are still as hard as stones, but this is one of the few things he has persisted in.

The other thing is farming, there is a crop field not far from the yard, which was cultivated by Xia Yunze before, probably because he was afraid that his sister and brother would starve to death in the mountains, so he planted some wheat and vegetables and other crops.

Later, because the siblings were hungry, they went up to the mountains to hunt and go down to the river to catch fish, and neglected the management of the crops, and the fields were overgrown with weeds, and the harvest was not as good as the year.

It wasn't until Baitang came that he took over the land, hoeed the grass and cultivated the land steadily, and sweated diligently, and finally made the crops in this field grow gratifyingly.

In this valley, mana cultivation cannot be exerted, everything must be done by yourself, Bai Tang deeply understands the taste of being a mortal.

Under the eaves of the corridor, the rain dripped down on the ground and carved out a small pit with the mouth of the bowl, the splash of water wet the ground under the corridor, the cold and damp wind poured in from all directions, and the candle flame was uncertain.

In the dim light, Bai Tang was holding a bowl of wine, leaning against the wooden collapse, his black hair was scattered on the couch, his pale cyan robe hung down to the ground, and the hem of his clothes was soaked, I don't know how long he had been lying here.

Raising his eyes to look at her, his eyes were shining, and he lazily raised his hand and pointed to the wine jug on the wooden table, and said, "Take two sips to warm your body." ”

The twig took off the hat, hung it on the wall, walked to the edge of the wooden collapse, smelled the faint green bamboo fragrance on the white begonia, picked up the wine jug and poured a sip of wine, the spicy burning sensation filled the mouth and lungs, the whole person was excited, and the cold and stiff body gradually warmed up.

The wine that the master hid on the mountain was all picked out by Bai Tang, and half of the yard was piled up in large and small wine jugs, which was also one of Bai Tang's rare pleasures on weekdays.

After returning to the room and changing into dry clothes, Bai Tang lazily moved to the side, Xiaozhi sat down on the wooden couch, wiped his hair with a white handkerchief, and his seaweed-like damp hair was draped on his side, with a faint scent of soap.

"Where's Peng?" asked Twig.

Bai Tang stretched his waist, stroked the cat again, and said, "I haven't returned, I'm still at the ferry." ”

The black cat, squinting at the emerald green eyes, bared its teeth at Baitang, moved to the side of the branch, and curled up in a ball to close its eyes and recuperate.

The people in this yard are lazy, and the pets are also lazy, so they can find a cool place to sleep in summer and a warm place to sleep in winter.

Bai Tang lived a long time, but he didn't expect to be dyed with bad habits here.

With a squeak, the two looked at the courtyard door, and an eight- or nine-year-old boy wrapped a thing in his arms gently closed the courtyard door, stepped on the rain, and walked over wet.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that the thing turned out to be a big rooster with a fiery red cockcomb, and it was closing its eyes slightly, nesting in the boy's arms, recuperating his mind......

"Sister, Uncle Bai, I'm back. ”

Bai Tang is only twenty-four or five years old, and he doesn't look much bigger than Xiaozhi, but he must call Xiaozhi Xiaopeng uncle, saying that he doesn't want to be shorter than Xia Yunze.

"Uncle Bai, I've been guarding the ferry for more than half a month, why hasn't Master come back yet?" Xiao Peng threw the big rooster back into the chicken coop, rubbed his pale little face, and sat down with Bai Tang.

Bai Tang kicked him and said, "Go change your clothes." ”

Xiao Peng rubbed his buttocks, went back to the room aggrievedly, and came out with a towel to wipe his hair after a while.

Bai Tang took the handkerchief in Xiao Peng's hand, moved a position to him, and helped him wipe his wet hair sideways, frowning: "Are we remembering the wrong days, have we really been thirty years?"

Twig gave him a blank look and didn't speak. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the big rooster sneaking out of the chicken coop, snorting, crossing the twig, and burying it in Xiao Peng's arms. The wooden couch is a little insufficient.

"Taro, don't go to sleep yet. Xiao Peng touched the wings of the big rooster and lowered his head and said helplessly.

This chicken called taro is particularly sticky to Xiaopeng, unlike Xiaobai, who sleeps all day, it likes to follow Xiaopeng's buttocks, go up the mountain to hunt, go down to the river to fish, flutter its colorful wings, and cry with joy.

Xiaobai is a white fox, there is no trace of miscellaneous hair on his body, pure white like snow, white and glowing, no matter day or night, it is the most dazzling existence.

Taro squinted slightly and nested in Xiao Peng's arms, ignoring the depressed mood of the three people.

The night was thick, and the rain was still pouring down outside the corridor.