Although the city where Song Shuren lives is a small city, he does not like to climb mountains or go out to play.

Originally, he just didn't want to make his great-grandfather sad, but he was still surprised when he looked at the large area of leaves in the mountain that were swaying on the branches.

Since he came to his great-grandfather's house yesterday, he hasn't gone out, and he has fun playing with his mobile phone with the traffic in his mobile phone, and he hasn't looked around carefully when he rides a tricycle up the mountain.

Now he sits on the tricycle, smelling the fresh air, and only feels a slight chill in his lungs.

He wore a thicker outfit, it was already cold in the mountains, and he was driving a tricycle, even if the speed was not fast, the wind could still pour into his neck.

The leaves were lying on the car, propping one ear, and their eyes glanced at Song Shuren, as if they didn't have much affection for him.

The speed of the car was not fast, and the air was as clean as the sky here, but gradually, Song Shuren smelled a faint smell of sheep, and there were black substances on the road that looked like circles, and there were a lot of them, all over the road.

"Sheep dung?"

Although I haven't seen a real sheep, I can still guess it.

Song Shuren didn't say this loudly, and Su Changqing didn't hear it at all in front.

"Great-grandfather, what's this on the road?"

Song Shuren asked loudly.

"Sheep dung!"

Song Shuren is just a child after all, and he always has a trace of curiosity about things he has never seen.

"Who's from it?"

Su Changqing held the handle of the tricycle with both hands, he was not wearing gloves, so he felt a little cold.

"You don't know you either...... It's Lao Yang's family! He is over 70 years old, and he often drives a sheep to the mountains!"

"Over 70?"

Song Shuren was a little surprised, after all, in his eyes, his grandmother was in her 60s and was sick in bed all day, while other 7 or 80-year-old people walked with a hunched back, walking so slowly that they had their teeth falling out badly. Few spirits are so good.

Although there are few good ones in Su Changqing and Huanhu Village, they have lived here for a few months, and most of them can figure it out.

Hearing Song Shuren's tone with surprise, Su Changqing smiled a little, "There is a person in the village below who is the same age as me, who can build a house and ride a motorcycle, what is this?"

When Song Shuren heard this, he thought of his great-grandfather, who was in his 80s and was in good health. Now I can cook and feed the chickens, work and ride a tricycle, and I don't know how much better my health is than that of people in the city.

"How about taking you to the boating later?"

Su Changqing rode a tricycle, carrying Song Shuren and the leaves all the way to Huanhu Village unhindered.

"It's a great view and the place is wide. ”

Song Shuren nodded, "What about the lake?" He turned his head to look at the mountain, and saw a burst of smoke, which wrapped the mountain range like a veil.

"Good. The corners of Su Changqing's mouth rose, and he took out a fishing rod and a small bucket of feed from the tricycle, "Now I'll take you fishing." ”

Su Changqing doesn't have a fishing boat, but Wang Pingzhao does, usually he borrows his boat, but now he has to go to work, so he hasn't gone fishing on the lake for a long time. As soon as I talked to him today, Wang Pingzhao replied happily.

......

The lake is filled with white steam, the green mountains seem to rise and fall in the water, the sky and the lake are in a line, and a few birds fly over the lake from time to time.

As soon as Su Changqing held up the penny, there were ripples on the surface of the lake, and the sunlight was fine, falling on the lake like a broken mirror.

"Great-grandfather, do you like fishing?"

Seeing Su Changqing who put down the penny, Song Shuren asked.

The rowing canopy boat, which had lost its penny, floated slowly on the water, like a green leaf.

pinched the bait onto the hook, and with a wave of Su Changqing's hand, the slender and transparent fishing line was thrown into the distance.

"No, there isn't. He smiled, his voice a little hoarse, "I just want to catch a fish and eat it usually." ”

"How about cooking fish soup for you today? The fish here tastes good, and there aren't too many spines. ”

As the leaves listened to him, Harazi was about to come down, and he happily stretched out his furry paws toward the lake, wishing that there would be a large, fat fish in his hand at once.

Song Shuren is used to staying in the city, although the water market is only a small city, but there are all the things that should be there, so Song Shuren doesn't take the appetite very seriously.

He smiled and nodded, "Okay." I haven't eaten any fish I have caught?"

He came covered in thorns, and when he talked to others, he had an expression of wanting to stab others. But after coming here, his patience grew, and his tone became gentle and soft.

......

*

In a small hotel in the town below, a couple of girls came out of a single room.

All of them had heavy dark circles on their faces, and they looked like they hadn't slept well.

"I want to go home and sleep...... The bed is too small......" muttered the youngest girl inside, as if with a deep sense of resentment.

The woman in yellow patted her head soothingly, "We can go back in a few days." ”

"Where are you going......"

"Anping District. ”

"Where to do what......

While a few people were talking, they happened to see two bald monks walking out of the opposite door.

When the girls saw them, they were stunned.

"Female Bodhisattva!"

The little monk shouted happily.

Although I already know the other party's name, I don't dare to call the other girl's name directly, what Nianci, what Bai Nianci or something. I didn't want to be called Bai Jushi, and I felt that I was deeply distanced again. Thinking about it, it's better to call the female Bodhisattva, looking at the way she laughs, isn't it the same as the Bodhisattva?

The little girl opposite was originally chatting happily with the senior sisters, but when she heard his voice, she was stunned, and immediately hid behind the woman in yellow, covering her face and looking very shy.

The little monk was a little lost, looking at the other party hiding behind the woman in yellow, as if he didn't want to see him.

"Where are you going?"

Although I have called the bald donkey of the monk on the other side thousands of times in my heart. But now, the woman in yellow still has an indifferent face, as if the person who shouted "bald donkey, hold on" yesterday is not her.

Looking at the slightly twisted look on the face of the woman in yellow, Yuan Guang still had a solemn expression, and he said seriously, "The little monk is going to Anping District of Nashui City with his junior brother. ”

Although she was a little surprised, the woman in yellow had already vaguely guessed it as early as last night. After all, they are both cultivators, and they appear in the same place, if they can't imagine that the other party already knows about this matter as well, then she has really lived in vain for so many years.

She answered, and went straight away with the little girl.

The little monk looked at the girl's delicate back, but never saw her turn her head again.

It wasn't until she walked out of the hotel that the woman in yellow snorted twice with some resentment, as if she was very dissatisfied with the two monks, and then moved the wind of words to the little girl's head, "Nianci, why don't you pay attention to the little monk?"

Bai Nianci's cheeks were red, and her tone was shy and muttered, "Last night...... Didn't sleep well last night...... The eye circles are too heavy......"