In the early morning, the milky white mist is like a ribbon of silk between the trees and rocks. It was cold, and the wind was already fresh and cold with snow. The autumn leaves have long since drifted away. A thin layer of glassy white ice has quietly covered the mountain spring.

There was a soft creak, and the dusty door of Qingyouguan opened from the inside. Li Hong stepped out of the threshold, took a deep breath of the familiar mountain breeze, and looked at the opposite mountain.

There is a ribbon-like path that leads to the top of the mountain. Two years ago, I came from there over the mountains......

After being distracted for a long time, Li Hong stretched out his hand and pulled the baggage belt. He didn't take the road back to his hometown, and swept along the stone road at the entrance to the Qingyouguan Farm at the bottom of the mountain, and his figure quickly disappeared.

Two figures appeared at the entrance.

Lingxiangzi is dressed in white with a high bun, with a "white reed" on his head, his body is spotless, the mountain breeze blows, but the placket does not move at all. She frowned and said, "You can rest assured, just let him go down the mountain." ”

Ling Shizi twisted his scorched beard nonchalantly and said, "He is very cautious. ”

"But, don't forget that he ......" Ling Xiangzi paused vigilantly.

Ling Shizi naturally knew what she meant, and said with a smile: "It's okay." The silly boy is a little peculiar, acting lower than the cultivation he should have, and he can't see what he has in his body at all. Besides, our farm is no ordinary place. I've done it myself. ”

Ling Xiangzi didn't say anything more, turned around and floated into the Taoist temple.

Ling Shizi's face was suddenly solemn. He looked up at the sky and muttered, "It's up to him." I hope he understands my hard work......"

Tsing Yi flashed, and the spirit stone flashed into the Taoist temple. The door closed silently.

Rust quickly appeared on the beast's head knocker of the gate, and layers of fallen leaves drifted from nowhere, covering the steps and thresholds in an instant. Old cobwebs hanging from dust lines appear on walls and corners. It didn't take much effort, and Qingyouguan became an abandoned mountain ruined view, dilapidated and dilapidated, as if no one had ever appeared here.

Li Hong is no longer the Orion boy who was only nimble in his legs and feet. The spiritual power kept running for the Great Zhou Tian, and his body was as light as the wind, and the pale white stone pavement and dark gray tree trunks with thin frost could not help retreating. The mountain wind was cold and cold, and not only did he not feel a little cool, but his face was blown hot.

After an hour of walking, the terrain became lower and lower, and the stone road came to an end. In front of you is a valley surrounded by tall trees that block the view. The stone path turns into a dirt road that winds through the woods. He slowed down into the woods.

The forest was quiet, there were no birds or insects. All the trees stood still, so still that it was frighteningly quiet, and the light was particularly dim.

There was something weird, he muttered to himself, and slowly made his way down the dirt road. According to Lingshizi, you can see the farm when you go out of the forest.

This forest covers a large area, and it is enough to walk a meal. There was a light in front of him.

It's a big place. As far as the eye can see, they are all short-cut wheat stubble stalks. The first snow has already fallen, and thin layers of white ice remain in some places. Some wintering birds are bouncing in a field of harvested wheat as far as the eye can see. Li Hong noticed that there was a straw man standing at the end of the ridge. For some reason, the straw man looked familiar.

The toes were a little on the wheat stubble, and the figure rose from the ground, but Li Hong came to the straw man in three or five vertical leaps.

The straw man was very finely tied, and he wore a simple gray cloth shirt and trousers, and a large hat on his head, which covered his face tightly. He also carried a large old wattle basket behind him. At first glance, it looks very realistic.

Li Hong stroked the hat and basket, and his throat choked. He still remembers that the basket was filled with dried pumpkins and other things, which were so heavy that they almost broke the edges of the basket, but he re-strengthened them with wattles. Sure enough, at the top of the basket was found the place where he had re-braided and reinforced. After the wind and rain, the new wattle was grayish in color, and it looked almost the same color as the old one next to it. Only he could tell.

There was a place in my heart that was very sore, and a strange feeling of swelling filled my chest, and my eyes became hotter and hotter. Li Hong stood a few steps away, looked at this straw man carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like himself.

Someone put this straw man tree that looked like him on the ground.

"Hong'er, is that you, is it really you?" the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded in the distance.

Li Hong suddenly turned his head.

It was past noon, the sun was gray and yellow, and someone in the shadows looked at him with mixed joy and sorrow, and a large bamboo dustpan fell at his feet. It was my sister-in-law Wanyi.

"Sister-in-law, I'm back. Li Hong calmly greeted him, but his voice trembled slightly.

It was a large room with an east-west connection, divided into three rooms by a thick curtain. The outermost entrance door is the North Kang, where Chu Xiong's mother lives. One of the houses in Namkang is a good place to live. The innermost room is the stove room. There is a large local stove with a small back door, where cooking and cooking are located. Outside the small door is the backyard, and outside the door is a large firewood pile with neatly stacked eaves and high ceilings.

The room was warm, and both kangs were boiling hot. The kang was covered with clean and thick bedding, and on the edge of the kang were stacked with new crates of clothes, and some needlework was piled up haphazardly on the small kang table. Li Hong stepped through the door and saw this scene.

Auntie and Wanyi seem to be having a good time.

Seeing Li Hong, the aunt wiped her tears and cried and laughed. Asked about the bear boy, I learned that I am now good in the mountains, I am well fed and clothed, and I am also learning to write and skill, and I am so happy that I don't know what to do, and I said that it would be good if we came back together.

This Li Hong was very clear, he smiled and said: "The master only allowed me to go down the mountain alone, saying that it would be a few days before the second brother was allowed to go down the mountain to see my aunt." Auntie don't worry, I'll talk to Master when I go back, it's definitely accurate. ”

The aunt has a lot of white hair on her sideburns, but her complexion is very good, her complexion is very ruddy, and her clothes look a little narrow. She's fat. Li Hong talked to her, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on the busy Wanyi. Since coming back, Wanyi has not stopped what she is doing, killing chickens and cooking, Zhang Luo tea, and walking around the house like a slender figure wearing flowers. The aunt called her to come and sit down, but she refused.

The aunt smiled: "Wanyi is diligent, these days we live together, thanks to her for taking care of my wife!"

Wanyi was cleaning up the kang table, and when she heard this, she smiled at her aunt and Li Hong, lowered her head and continued to be busy with the work in hand. Li Hong clearly saw that Wanyi seemed to be wiping the kang table, but in fact, the hand holding the rag was completely randomly drawing circles on the kang table.

Li Hong felt a little sour in his heart.

The room was dark, and the aunt's excited voice finally lowered, and she began to yawn incessantly. Li Hong smiled and persuaded her to go to the kang and cover the quilt. Hearing his aunt's even snort, he lowered the curtain and walked inside.

The fire was flickering, and a large pot of hot water was boiling in the pot. Wanyi lifted the lid of the pot and reached out to test the temperature of the water, and asked in a low voice, "It's cold, do you want to take a hot bath before sleeping?"

The dark red firelight danced on Wanyi's face, her face flushed, and there were fine beads of sweat on her red lips.

Li Hong suddenly felt that his mouth was very dry, and only after a while did he vaguely say, "Okay, take a bath first." ”

Wanyi dragged a large wooden basin out of the corner, carefully wiped it clean, and stood on tiptoe to lift the large pot full of hot water. Li Hong hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, and said in a low voice, "I'll come." ”

Very close, he could smell the faint fragrance on Wanyi's body. This fragrance is very familiar, the smell of firewood and rice is mixed with the faint fragrance that she already has, which is very fresh and homely. For some reason, this fragrance made Li Hong think of his mother, and thought of the warm and short days of Li Jiawa a long time ago. A faint sadness welled up in my heart.

He effortlessly poured a large pot full of hot water into the wooden basin, and the milky white steam rose, and through the steam, he saw that Wanyi's face was also a little sentimental, just like him.

She said faintly: "You have grown up, Hong'er, you are already a man." ”

She slowly turned around and walked outside, and Li Hong heard her whisper, "I'll go get you clothes." In the past two years, I have made new clothes for you and the bear boy when I have nothing to do, and I have accumulated a lot. You've grown taller, just like I thought, and your clothes will definitely fit. ”

The curtain slowly floated down. Li Hong was stunned. In the past two years, Wanyi has relied on making clothes for them to pass the long lonely nights. Blood rushed up, and he rushed over and reached out to lift the curtain.

Wanyi held the new clothes in her hand, her back to him, her thin shoulders swaying slightly. She's crying.

There were thousands of emotions in his heart, but he couldn't talk about it, Li Hong looked at the thin back in a daze. After a long time, the curtain finally fell slowly.