Shan He Biao Li

The gatekeeper guards the lonely high mountain behind him all the year round. All outsiders are enemies to some extent for them, so they are not exclusive, even if they look on the face of the mountain guard.

Chu Huan also stayed with the mysterious aura of the gatekeeper Patriarch Ruger's acquiescence. Many gatekeepers looked at him curiously, but the patriarch's cold face did not dare to rush into the past.

If the life of the guardian is simple, then the life of the guardian is boring.

They are more tidy and have stronger fighting power. They are always in a state of standing still and standing still. Compared with half of the Lishan guardians who live in Taohuayuan, the gatekeepers are more like real warriors.

In the evening, Nanshan carried some grains from the mountain, washed wild vegetables and ham, and cut them into chunks, then threw their brains in order, in order.

The pot is the kind of big guy that can be used as a bathtub. Elder Tang, who must have stewed it, is hanging on the shelf, and there is a fire underneath. It does n’t pay attention to what is placed first, then the fire is not heated, anyway. Grain, vegetables and meat are so sticky and boiled into a pot of chowder, all kinds of ingredients are broken, rotten, uncooked and uncooked, and love is bound together without borders.

A gatekeeper stood side by side with a knife, picking up a handful of coarse grains of salt, and the wind blew on the sand, and the staple food at night was there.

Fortunately, in addition to the staple food, there are some small dishes-there are a few small fires next to the big pot. The gatekeeper cleans up the beasts he just caught, then splits a few knives, forks with a fork, and grills on the fire. , There are also some plant roots like potatoes and sweet potatoes, which should be local specialties, dug out of the soil, not washed, washed with mud and thrown into the fire together, after roasting and patting twice, the skin will naturally fall off , It will reveal the crumbs containing the scorched incense inside.

To put it more bluntly, the gatekeeper's daily life is quite wild-in Chu Huan's view, "wild fun" is simply rough.

However, unconsciously, Chu Huan has learned to stop using his narrow views to measure the lives of others. He has not tried to figure out the significance of the goalkeeper's survival.

Although the language of the two sides still cannot be seamlessly connected, in a subtle way, Nanshan's perspective unconsciously affects him.

Chu Huan found that when he asked about the meaning of "living", he actually didn't expect any answer-because if someone told him that the meaning was "plain, bland, oily and salty", he would feel that the other party was muddy, and if someone told He has a clear and even noble goal, and he will think it is a fake.

The reason why he asked, in fact, it was just when he was empty and confused, and found himself a foothold that seemed quite philosophical.

Nanshan said to him, but wherever it exists, it must make sense.

Of course, this is not absolute, and some "existence" is unreasonable-for example, when Chu Huan is looking for a corner to sit down in a low-key manner, a group of people headed by the mallet will yell at him enthusiastically: "Good **** ,come here!"

Chu Huan had never hoped that he was deaf.

Yuan Ping laughed like a dog's tail flower trembling in the wind. After the laugh, he trailed past reluctantly.

Chu Huan said angrily: "Why do you follow me?"

Yuan Ping put his hands together: "Following picking up music, good bitch, I have to count on you to live this joke for the rest of my life."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Chu Huan wanted to put it back in the holy spring. He heard the second half of the sentence but said nothing.

The words "second half of life" seemed to be a sudden knife, slamming him with a sudden stab, and the flesh and body suddenly couldn't bear it.

In the second half of my life ... what should Yuan Ping do?

Are you trapped in the mountain gate forever?

Yuan Ping saw his face suddenly change, and asked unclearly: "Why is your face like eating **** again? Moody, I found that you have become more and more nervous recently."

Chu Huan said nothing in silence, thinking he was right.

Chu Huan sat down, no more upset, and took a chunk of roasted barbecue that someone handed him, filling his mouth mechanically, eating unsweet and unappetizing.

Around the place, there were adults and children drilling, and chirping called one after another. Suddenly, the two kicks that were sitting on the side were like nails growing under the buttocks. Finally, his face was red and unbearable, and he stood up suddenly, and the cat ran out with his legs on his waist.

The mallet had a pair of out-of-date eyes, and clearly glanced at the movement of the two kicks, immediately opened his throat and advertised for him: "Ah, why are you going?"

This throat stone attracted everyone's attention, and saw that the two kicks kept bending down at ninety degrees. Under the eyes of everyone, they stiffened into a fashionable-shaped statue, and they blushed quickly. I can go bullfighting.

Two kicks: "I ... I am my that ... that go!"

The mallet asked knowingly: "Which one is that?"

Chu Huan thought of it suddenly. He accidentally sprayed the blood of the "crazy dog" on the face of this guy.

The **** king gave a meaningful smile at the right time and looked at the lower part of the two kicks.

The second kick is like a rabbit poked in the buttocks, with both hands trying to cover the crotch with a scream, a strange cry: "I am pee! What's wrong with peeing? What a laugh!"

In the laughter of everyone, the young man felt almost ashamed and indignant, and he ran away with half-hearted failure.

Nanshan immediately seized this opportunity. With an innocent and unintentional face, he wrapped his thoughtful core, and did not follow the conversation with a figure: "If there are people we like here, we can be in the patriarch and the age of sixteen or seven. Engagement under the witness of the elder. "

What he said about "marriage contract" does not mean "marriage in the future" in Chinese, but it refers to the marriage itself. The people of the Liyi Shoushan regard marriage as an irrevocable vow. Chu Huan heard him say it.

Chu Huan glanced at Nanshan, and his mood became better. So he put down his mind for a while, and also had a little interest in chatting: "We ca n’t do that. Our little boy is a minor, and he is still in school to prepare for the college entrance examination. The Civil Affairs Bureau will not issue certificates or give in. "

Nan Shan asked: "What if you meet someone you like?"

"Suffocating," Chu Huan smirked a bit, and Huyou said, "It was discovered by his parents that he interrupted the dog's leg, and was discovered by the teacher to write an inspection-that is, he regretted wrongly."

Nan Shantou did not express curiosity about the bizarre life over the river. He felt that he had found a breakthrough, so he quickly asked: "Have you written an inspection?"

Chu Huan found a bragging opportunity, and he waved his hand and said: "Then how is it possible, I was the standard" male squad leader in a white shirt "at that time, do you know what it means? That is ..."

Yuan Ping: "It's the cheapest, most fake, and most reportable male samurai in the class."

Chu Huan picked up a bone and fired it on his face. Then he seemed to remember something and said to Nanshan: "Don't say it. I seem to have actually written a copy."

At this time in Nanshan's heart, "writing a check" seemed to be equal to "fall in love", and his fist on the side suddenly tightened.

"Of course it wasn't because the premature love was caught such a shameful thing." Chu Huan slowly added the next sentence, "I was at the time because of the elimination of harm for the people, and in my spare time, I opened a famous fool ..."

The bones came with a strong wind, and there was also a strong killing intention like new hatred and old hatred. curse."

Nanshan found that the prepared topic had been brought out by Chu Huan for 108,000 miles, and the remedy was enough.

But now that he has reached this point, he really doesn't want to go round the corner and intends to ask directly.

Nanshan repeated the words in his mind a few times and tried to put on a relaxed state of pretense, but he always felt that he was unlawful.

A person cares about the extreme, and when he arrives at the extreme, he always seems a bit pretentious. Nanshan perceives his unnaturalness, but has forgotten what he means to be "natural".

He tortured him secretly.

Upon seeing his look different, Chu Huan immediately wiped his hands and touched Nanshan's forehead: "Are you okay? Didn't you get hurt just now? Don't get infected."

Nanshan was touched into a frightened raccoon by his paws, and his body was so rigid that he couldn't move.

Chu Huan frowned, and put a palm on Nanshan ’s neck: "Why does the pulse jump so fast? Could it be poisoned?"

Nanshan stared blankly at his close eyes, and suddenly felt that he might have really been poisoned.

Until the elder rescued him.

The elder was sitting next to the cauldron, and his image was smoked so vaguely that he was holding an iron fork and knocking on the side of the pan: "I said that Nanshan Patriarch, Rug Patriarch, I think we should talk about the business first. , Let the ill-valued brothers drink some wine today, OK? "

Nanshan was so excited that he returned to his normal state. He quickly evaded Chu Huan's hand and whispered, "It's fine."

He and the gatekeeper's patriarch Ruger stepped out from the crowd, and the crowd gathered around, and the crowd and the venue were just trained and silently trained in a flash.

"Although the filmmakers and Mutay have always lived in groups," Ruger said in a straightforward way, "I have never seen such a large-scale siege before, so there must be a new place nearby." Or something drove them here. "

Nanshan went on to say: "If that were the case, we can't stay on the mountain passively now. This time is Mutai, next time?"

The elder twisted the goatee: "Old rules, the goalkeeper followed one or two, the main manpower came from us."

The mountain is the source of life for both of their families, so no matter what happens, the gatekeeper must not leave the mountain gate. This is the rule left by the ancestors. Whether it is cleaning or investigating the surroundings, it is the guardian ’s business. Send one or two people with you.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ping immediately raised his hand in fear of the world: "I go! I can go!"

Chu Huan pondered for a while: "I will go too."

Chu Huan is of course not to join in the fun.

This world is in crisis. He didn't even see it. Now that he has seen the tip of the iceberg, he can't stand by anyway. He can't see Nanshan struggling here year after year, or Yuan Ping guarding a mountain gate.

He must have as much information as possible, even if he is ultimately powerless to take them away, unable to realize his beautiful wishes for Nanshan, at least to a certain extent can reduce the mortality of the guardian ... and the gatekeeper.

But he responded in such a voice, but Nanshan wanted to be crooked.

Chu Huan was not like this in the settlements of the Liyi tribes. He did n’t ask much at all, he did n’t care about anything, and even clearly understood some of their language, and pretended not to understand because he was too lazy to get out of the way.

Why is this time suddenly active?

Nanshan couldn't think of any other reason than Yuan Ping.

But now is not the time when the patriarch should be cranky, Nanshan quickly pulled back his long running consciousness, forcibly left it on the matter of exploring the border, his eyes swept over his clan, and he placed his hands very efficiently Stop all matters after leaving. The mountain is an unprotected world. It is very dangerous. Since Luger ca n’t move, Nanshan must take the lead as a guardian of the mountain.

The elder took a sip of the chowder soup in his bowl: "I'm afraid we have to be prepared to kill all the enemies. This 'winter', sad ..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

It was just that, kicking his trousers with two kicks, he came back from the forest with a blushing face. It seemed that he was going to sneak into the pile of people. Just after he took a step, he was stopped by the unwilling clan. The man seemed to intend to regulate the atmosphere, showing his white teeth one after another, laughing around his two kicks: "So fast."

Two kicks kicked in the past, and several people wrestled together.

Nanshan breathed out a turbid breath and beckoned to the tribes of the two tribes: "When finished, let's get the wine!"

Ruger shook his head: "One person on duty today only allows one bowl ..."

This kind of disappointed person was immediately abandoned by the masses, and the people of the two tribes coaxed up, coaxing Ruger's voice into the hustle and bustle of the ocean, as if to wipe out the dullness of Fang Cai. There is a way to live drunk now.

The two kicks were laid down on the ground by a few men. It took a long while to get out of breath, he was not angry, he quietly tidied up his clothes, took a bowl of wine and sat on the side, by The cover of the wine bowl secretly looked at the girl sitting on the other side.

The teenager didn't know how to cover up, and was soon seen by the people who were interested. A new round of coaxing was crushed and overwhelmed, kicking the unstaffed premature boy with love to find a ground seam.

Hearing the movement, the little girl looked back and smiled. The two kicks seemed to make up her mind. He gritted his teeth and dried the wine in the bowl.

Jiu Zhuang counseled the courage, and kicked his feet to his sweetheart in the cheering of everyone.

Nan Guang Yu Guang glanced and found that he was actually beaten by the second kick, and he immediately knew that there was such a rush, and he drank the wine in the bowl and turned back to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan picked up the wine jar to fill him up, but Nanshan didn't touch his lips.

He looked at Chu Huan with a peculiar gaze: "It's dangerous to visit the cave, otherwise I won't take someone by myself, you know?"

Chu Huan likes his solemn appearance, and at first glance he felt his heart was crisp.

Nanshan pursed his lips nervously: "If something happens to you, what will happen to your family at home?"

After Chu Huan's meal, the smile on his face faded. After a while, he lowered his eyes: "I don't have any relatives."

Nanshan: "Are there any wives?"

Chu Huan laughed at himself: "It's still in her mother's stomach."

In a flash, Nanshan felt his heart jump out of his throat. He heard the sound of his arteries beating wildly, and felt a world of flowers blooming around him.

He asked: "So ... that, is there?"

Chu Huan followed his gaze, and saw that the two kickers were clumsily saying something in front of the little girl, and said, his own face was red first, scratching his ears so he did n’t know what to do, little girl Although his face was red, he was much more generous than him, and was laughing quietly on the side.

Chu Huan couldn't help but showed a smile to the teenagers and girls who were just young. He wanted to hold Nanshan's hand and felt Tang Tang, so he put his empty palm into his trouser pocket and said to Nanshan: "That-- We have more names there. The literary names are "lover" and "love", the ambiguous name is "lover", the simple name is "object", and the usual name is boyfriend ... Oh, and you like others, but others do n’t like you, the kind is called unrequited love. "

Nanshan was already full of brain paste, so he had to worship under one Chinese with many things.

"The object is not." Chu Huan took a deep look at his unrequited love object, took a deep breath, and moved his eyes without traces, without flaws-at least in the blinded eyes of Nanshan, he No flaws.

Then Chu Huan said: "There is one unrequited love."

Nanshan had a hard time digesting the news.

Since he is unrequited, he still has a chance. It should be good news, but this "good news" is really not happy at all.

Nanshan asked dryly: "On the other side of the river?"

Chu Huan avoided his gaze and stared at the wine in his bowl. After a while, he smiled with a corner of his mouth: "In my palm."

Nanshan had a hard time understanding the deep meanings in the three words "in the palm of his hand". He could only interpret the literal meaning with a thousand miles after the stun.

Put it in your palm, isn't that bean?

People like beans ... that should be small and slender?

Nanshan's hot heart was poured into a bowl of cold water, he responded indiscriminately, silently by the movement of bending down to hold the soup, he walked away quietly.

This topic is too sensitive, and Chu Huan regretted it a bit. He was afraid that Nanshan could see some clues, so he lost his mind.

When he responded, Nanshan was no longer around. Chu Huan was worried and found a circle around him, but did not find it. He had to go back to the flat hillside in front of the mountain gate, and he was very worried while drinking a booze.

Then at a glance, I saw Yuan Ping who was drunk.

Yuan Ping made people roll and climb again, and it was already difficult to stand on both feet. Chu Huan stretched his foot and kicked him, and said contemptuously, "Look at you."

Yuan Ping staggered and hugged his legs, his eyes scattered.

Chu Huan was about to kick him off. Suddenly, he heard Yuan Ping's whisper.

Chu Huan froze abruptly, for a while, he slowly squatted down, shaking his hands and grabbed Yuan Ping's shoulder: "What are you talking about?"

Yuan Ping: "Mom ..."

Yuan Ping grabbed Chu Huan's shirt, confused, almost unable to open his eyes, and then he posted himself up, his face rubbing casually between Chu Huan's chest and neck, his mouth full of nonsense: "Mom, I miss you, Mom ... Don't be angry, um, don't be jealous, I miss you too ..."

When he was awake, he asked about work, asked about girls, and even asked about cats, but he didn't dare to mention this.

Chu Huan slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around his back, listening to him screaming for a while from "dad" to "mother", speechless, so he raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

There is no hope in the sky, but he is afraid that as soon as he bows his head, his tears will fall.