The pedestrians on the road were all in groups of three or three, with dogwood and wine in their hands, chatting and laughing all the way.

During the holidays, the boys like to sit on the threshold of the restaurant, looking at the sky, trees, lanterns, pedestrians, watching people in pairs, smiling and smiling. At that time, he felt that they were himself and his parents.

So Su Changmo likes to celebrate festivals, and likes to watch people and relatives together, carry large bundles of dogwood, and give free lanterns. Don’t let people lose interest in the festival because of these things. What a great thing. This is an excellent thing in the world. You have great ability.

The boy's mind was relaxed, and inadvertently, his back became straighter and his head became higher and higher.

The man's eyes were dull and his eyes fell far away.

This kid has a good soul and can withstand the call of an immortal to call the spirit. If he is an ordinary person, he will probably be stupid all his life in the future.

Su Changmo came back to his senses and glanced at the man beside him. It was the first time he had been to Beishan with the two of them in so many years.

The boy suddenly felt a little pitiful. The person who climbed high and was left alone must have a very long story behind it.

Before he could continue to be compassionate, Su Changmo suddenly appeared in his heart that was close to him, horrifying! Too horrifying. Su Changmo glared at the man fiercely and speeded up his pace.

The man, who was half a step away, raised his mouth and his sleeves fluttered, as if he was a god.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Su Changmo stopped first and turned around and stared at the man. The meaning was obvious, but the mountain was here, and they climbed the mountain and went their separate ways.

The man placed his hands in front of his abdomen and held a branch of dogwood in his hand. Su Changmo was slightly surprised.

"Let's go to Beilin and I won't disturb you." The man's tone was unquestionable, and he took the lead and started climbing the mountain.

Su Changmo was surprised. Before he could speak, there was no one beside him. He had been with him all the way to the foot of the mountain, and there was no need to separate at this moment. Although he felt helpless, he still held the food box and followed closely behind.

Su Changmo became more and more sure that something was wrong with this person's mind.

There are only three mountains in the town. The highest Yuntao Mountain is said to be very wild, but it has been closed since I can remember. The one that is closely linked is Cangtong Mountain located in Confucius Temple, which is only a shorter than Yuntao Mountain. The mountain is extremely steep and the scenery is excellent. It is also the only place where the most tourists are on weekdays and residents of the town climb up.

The northern mountain at your feet is less than half the height of Cangtong Mountain. Although it is less than a mile away from Cangtong Mountain, it has a completely different style. The trees are sparse, the stones are everywhere, and flowers and plants are hard to find. It is not an exaggeration to call it a barren mountain.

When I climbed up, I came to this mountain, let alone the Stele Forest where even birds and beasts didn’t go. What could it be if you were not brain-related? Of course, I am different from him.

Su Changmo inserted the dogwood in his hand into the collar, held the food box firmly with both hands, looked up, put aside the man's inexplicable behavior, and looked at the back at this moment, and was still very majestic, taller than all the men he had seen. He felt that the mountain road in front of him was full.

I don’t know if it’s because of this, this quiet and desolate path in previous years was not too deserted today.

The boy has seen strange things in restaurants these years. Although there are accidents today, he will not be so panic.

Restaurants are just a business that deals with people. There are all kinds of people, strange things, and there are so many things that cannot be controlled. It is absolutely impossible to do so. But in this regard, the boy did a good job. He worked hard for five years and had no big mistakes.

When my parents passed away, the boy actually knew it three months later. There is no airtight wall in the world, and no woman can be gambled on her mouth.

The young man grew up and did not go to a private school, but he gradually learned to read and understood more and more principles. He knew a lot of things, but he never asked Uncle Laoguai, and Uncle Laoguai never mentioned a single word. Even if it was a matter of his parents, he did not mention a single word. Some things, as long as they were mentioned, no matter whether they were intentional or not, may be punished in others' eyes. The young man did not want to do so. He was a waiter, a shopkeeper, and a benefactor. Being able to live was the greatest gift in the world.

My parents’ tomb is on the right at the end of the path, and the stele forest is on the left.

Although he was a little panting, he had reached the fork in the blink of an eye. The man stopped and turned around, facing the boy.

"Do you want to wait for me to go down the mountain later?"

Su Changmo was stunned. Why is this man so indifferent? Before he could speak, the man reached out and stroked the boy's head: "If you don't say anything, just pretend you agreed."

Su Changmo subconsciously hid, but he didn't. When he looked up, the man was already several steps away.

It’s good to have long legs, and you walk so quickly. The boy turns around and winds are coming from his feet.

My mother ate the most green bamboo shoots. I picked them myself. The taste was not heavy, so I added a little chili. The eggs were still a little burnt when stir-fried today. I was really scared just now. If they were not delicious, you should eat less. It would be fine if you didn’t eat them. All of them were given to my father. Baihua cakes are made today. Mom, eat more.

The young man raised his mouth and placed all the wine and vegetables in front of the tombstone, and one branch in front of the dogwood stele.

Dad, this wine is brewed by me. Even Uncle Laoguai didn't know. I tasted it well, but it was better than other wines. It took longer to be done. I brewed it for you last year. It was just enough for me a few days ago, so I didn't wait for the New Year to taste it for you. The boy hugged his knees with his hands and sat in front of two tombstones, which was not as high as the stele.

The boy has not opened his mouth, but he is happy to see and hear trivial matters in his heart, one by one, like the flowing water in the mountains, flowing slowly.

The old man in the town talked and said something to the underworld. He thought to himself, and the other party could hear it. He would listen to it and listen to it. Maybe the deceased would bring disaster to the deceased. Therefore, the boy has come a lot over the years and has sat for a long time, but he has never opened his mouth or shed tears.

There is a huge sadness under my feet and a high sky above my head.

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Beishan Monument Forest is a dilapidated place that even the old man in the town cannot explain. From the left of the end of the road to the entire top of the mountain, it is full of ancient monuments that are crooked and broken.

It is said that when I first discovered it, many people came from the capital of Chifang Kingdom. Their writings were ancient and no one knew them.

Whether it was the official or the civilians, most of the place was dug out, and they didn't find a valuable thing, so they gave up. The already dilapidated land was even more deserted, and they couldn't even hear a bird's cry on weekdays.

The most popular people in the entire town are Su Changmo.

When I was young, I came to my parents' tomb during the holidays. I looked at the huge forest of steles. Although I couldn't understand the inscription, the style of the tombstones was almost the same as my parents' tombstones. How many parents should have sleeped here? I don't know if the descendants of the descendants had a promising future and moved out of the town or had unknown changes. Every year, no one came to bring incense sticks, took a look, and cleaned them.

Later, all these things were done by the teenager.

Every time I learn the words learned from the storyteller, I toast and sweep the floor and murmured to myself: Don’t worry, my ancestors, my descendants, my descendants, my descendants, poetry, books, and merchants from all walks of life, but the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and I can’t perform filial piety in front of the grave, and the incense sticks in front of the monument. My children and grandchildren are also deeply guilty. When everything is right, they must do their best to build temples and build monuments, and kneel down to apologize.

Every time the boy finished speaking, he smiled. Although it was not your descendants who said it in person, they must have thought so in their hearts. You ancestors definitely wouldn't blame them, right? Who would blame their children?

Finally, I would like to say a few more words. I don’t know how big a family you are, a scholarly family, and my parents were born in a poor family. If you offend you, for the sake of giving you wine and visiting your graves for so many years, you can open your mind and sleep on a mountain. Don’t bother with them. They are good people, with earnest words and a little anxious. The broken walls are silent as abyss.

But on this day, this ancient stele forest started to step in from the man in green, and the mountains and rivers turned backwards, with an amazing atmosphere.

In front of the man's eyes was a boundless world of blood, with broken limbs and broken bones, bleeding and drifting oars, broken hands and feet as high as mountains, headless body entering the sky, hair like lush forests, eyes as huge as tall buildings, countless, blood flowing like a stream of flowing into the rivers and lakes. The man looked up and could not see the sky. Above the void, there was a sea of ​​blood hanging in the air, huge waves, and there was a pouring blood rain, like a waterfall hanging upside down, rising from the rivers and lakes on the ground, falling from the sea of ​​blood above his head, and going upstream.

The man stood still, put his sleeves on his hands, imitated the boy, and inserted his dogwood into the collar. He spoke slowly: "When I meet an old friend, do you have to scare me like this?"

No one responded to this world. In just an instant, the blood rain suddenly stopped and turned into tens of thousands of swords, guns, swords and halberds. The magical weapons and weapons rushed towards the man like waves of the sea, with a huge momentum.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect that you are still so resentful. Since that's the case, then you will only talk about business regardless of friendship." As the man spoke, his right hand stretched forward, the world was still, and the sword was hanging one foot away.

A blue-clothed man walked forward slowly, and the divine weapons in the sky gave way out a passage. The man in blue stopped in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, smiled brightly, and raised his hand and a stone table appeared beside him, a wine pot and four wine glasses, which appeared on it.

"Sit down and say, the mountains are high and the road is far away, the mouth is dry and tongue is dry." The man put his sleeves on his seat, raised his head, and beside the stone table, a handsome man with starry eyebrows and starry eyes, covered with golden armor, standing with his halberd, his eyes were filled with anger, like a rainstorm was about to fall.

"If you can kill him, I will attack you three times. As for the result, I am not sure." The man in green raised his glass and said.

"Oh?" The man in golden armor was a little surprised and poured wine and said, "What do you want?"

"You will take away the Shinto inheritance from that young man and help me break up the gift of heaven on him!"

"This shouldn't be difficult for you, it's worth a trip here?"

"If it's just one, it's not difficult."

"His fortune in heaven is so strong? Is it comparable to the inheritance of my Shinto for billions of years?"

The man in blue smiled and said nothing.

The man in golden armor said in a deep voice: "You should know that he is our last bet, and your three moves are not enough."

"I am now in this situation, so I can only take three attempts."

The man in golden armor said in confusion: "You should know that this is the last gift of heaven and earth. If it is broken up, there will never be a chance to stand at the highest point."

"You shouldn't care about this."

"This kid has any mystery?"

The man in blue had no expression on his face.

The mountain of corpse, blood rain, glass of wine, two people, cups of wine, and verbal battles. The only thing is that they owe too much, and their anger is hard to eliminate, and only one person appears.

The sun gradually slanted, and the young man stood up: Dad, mom, you should go back too. This time we meet, I don’t know how many mountains you have to cross or how many rivers you have to wade through. It must be very far and very hard.

If the food is not delicious, remember to tell me in my dream that I have prepared all the ingredients and travel to Beishan, not far away.

Dad, mom, I am eleven years old. I am close to seeing you. Don’t worry, go back, the wind is strong on the mountain...

The people in front of the stele retreated farther and farther away, and the stele grew smaller and smaller in their eyes.

There was a loud noise above the stele forest, and the man in green staggered out, a blood-colored world, a god-man in golden armor, holding a halberd and slashing, slowly closing his momentum. The man clucked the man in green yarn and said, "I'm irritable, too irritable!"

Su Changmo sat at the fork in the path, his expression was a little depressed, and he heard a loud noise, and he said intimately, "Why is that man a thief, who is going to blow up the treasures in the Monument Forest?"

I should have said it long ago that there was nothing good there. As soon as the boy got up, he saw the man, swaying his eight-character strolls, and he could tell that he was in a good mood.

The man sat on the ground as soon as he arrived in front of him, looking at Su Changmo patting the open space next to his butt.

"Why didn't you ask me what my name is from beginning to end, and why did you coerce you all the way?" The man looked down at Su Changmo.

Su Changmo looked at the town from afar and said, "The rules of the restaurant are not allowed to ask about the guests casually. If the guests want to say it, it sounds like that, so---"

"To be honest." The man interrupted Su Changmo mercilessly, but his tone was very gentle.

Su Changmo glanced at the man and looked at him. Neither of the men dodged.

Retracting his gaze, Su Changmo lowered his head and put it on his knees, "In the story of Mr. Storytelling, there is also a little boy selling alcohol. Just because he said, "Where is the passing official going, don't work too hard, and stopped to drink a glass of wine before leaving, he was dismounted by the official and was dismembered with a knife, leaving a sentence, military secrets, how dare the untouchables!"

The man said warmly, "I'm so afraid of people and things in this world?"

The boy seemed to be a little surprised that the man would say this. After thinking about it, he whispered: "It's not that he's afraid, but he just doesn't dare," and pulled a weed and wrapped it around his fingers.

He seemed to think it was inappropriate and said in a tight voice: "It's not right, I just don't want to bother others."

After saying that, the boy took the initiative to look at the man with a bright look, but he was a little panicked. This was the first time he had said this to outsiders. Uncle Laoguai had never said it.

"Why do you think it's troublesome to others? You often cause trouble to others?" the man smiled and said.

"That's not. I just don't want to. I've seen him. Tang Ying had a fight with someone. No matter whether it was right or wrong, Uncle Tang would go to apologize to others. Mu Haoru, who didn't study hard, and his grandfather would take him to school to admit his mistakes to his husband. Think about it, that's not good, let alone I haven't---" The boy's words stopped abruptly, his face turned red. No, he shouldn't say that, how could he say that? His parents would be unhappy when they heard it. Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah.

The man was understanding and changed the topic, stretched out his arm and put it on the boy's shoulder: "I don't want to be afraid of anything or not, and do whatever I want?" Su Changmo was a little strange. He never touched his head and hugged his shoulders. This feeling... Su Changmo was a little panicked and didn't hear what the man said clearly.

The man stared at the boy, his smile became stronger and he spoke again: "Do you want to study?"
To be continued...