"Daddy, daddy, wait for me, I'm exhausted!"
"Hurry up, don't be lazy!"
"Wait for me, you are going too fast! This is climbing, not walking!"
"Don't talk too much, control your energy with your thoughts."
While walking on the mountain road, the two people talking looked more like brothers than father and son.
The older man is tall and tall. He is dressed in white and his hair is not tied up. He looks to be only about twenty years old. He is born in Yushu Linfeng, and he is handsome and suave. A bit of the biting mountain wind blew by, causing his waist-length hair to move freely, making him look so handsome.
However, there was always a cold air between his brows, and the sword-shaped eyebrows he raised when he scolded the boy had a feeling of being distant from others, as if he had cut off all his emotions and was therefore stern and unsmiling.
Although the young man behind him looks only about fourteen or fifteen years old, the heroic spirit and handsomeness in his body have been drawn out early like a willow branch in March, and he is not inferior to the young man in front at all.
He also wears green clothes and has long hair, but his extremely handsome face is much softer and more delicate than that of the young man. He even has the gentle beauty of a daughter.
But his figure is much thinner than that of a young man, and his pale face reveals a strong morbidity. In addition, his simple blue shirt gives him the appearance of a scholar in trouble, which also adds to his handsomeness. The bookishness is even more attractive.
When he reached the top of the mountain, the young man gradually stopped and began to stand with his hands behind his hands, stopping to watch.
"Dad, why can't I keep up with you every time? You don't walk fast either!"
The young man stood behind him with his hands on his back, panting and complaining to him.
"Fast and slow are just what you think, and this may not be the real fast and slow. Have I ever experienced it?"
The young man didn't look back and answered unhurriedly.
"You haven't walked by. Are you flying? You keep saying these inexplicable things to me every time. Don't be so stupid!"
The young man curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said the last few words in a low voice, obviously still very afraid of his father.
In his memory, the uncles and aunts in the village at the foot of the mountain seemed to have slowly changed over the years. For example, lines began to grow in the corners of the eyes and forehead, and the hair began to turn gray. Perhaps this was the result of old age. meaning.
However, he learned the word "old fool" from those in the village, and this was the first time he used it.
Seeing that his father ignored him and was still waiting for the sunrise, the young man sat on the edge of the cliff. Out of boredom, he grabbed the stone beside him and threw it casually towards the bottom of the cliff.
"Don't throw it away."
The young man stopped him quietly.
"It's okay, Dad, Tiezhu said that there is only one village, Liangren Village, around Yiren Mountain. There will be no people in this direction, hehe~"
The young man smiled and said innocently.
"All things have animism, and life is not easy. You only see people, but you don't know that there are more creatures than people living under the mountain. What's the difference between hurting them and hurting people?"
The young man turned his head and looked at his child quietly. His voice was still calm, but he was not angry or intimidating.
"Oh, I got it wrong."
The young man obviously felt a little aggrieved, but after thinking about it for a moment, he felt that what his father said seemed to make sense, so he stopped throwing stones for fun. At this time, the young man stared into the distance again and asked in a deep voice:
"How is Mr. Liangshan's health lately?"
"Grandpa Liangshan, he is in good health. Just a few days ago, Ahu from the village came to his yard to steal some fruit and was discovered by him. Then he chased the little tiger and ran, ran and ran. Note that he fell down and was so angry that his beard was smoking, haha~"
The young man smiled as he spoke, but when the young man heard this, his expression changed and he asked stiffly:
"How many days ago? When did dad allow you to go down the mountain recently?"
"ah!"
The young man realized that he had let something slip. He couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, then raised his head and said with some dissatisfaction:
"Daddy, you are cheating!"
But after looking at his father's gloomy face, he couldn't help but admit his mistake and timidly said:
"Wrong again~"
"I've warned you again and again not to go down the mountain in the past few months. Why don't you listen to your father's words?"
The young man seemed a little sulky.
"me…"
The young man's face turned red from holding back, and he seemed to have something to hide. The young man seemed to be even more annoyed when he saw this, and scolded sternly:
"What words cannot be said? Say it!"
"I...I...I want...to..."
The young man seemed to be driven into panic, his tongue seemed to be tied in a panic, and he didn't know how to speak. Then after holding it in for a long while, he finally said a series of words:
"I just want to buy some paper money for my mother! Tie Zhu told me that Qingming Festival is coming soon, and at this time, paper money should be burned for relatives who have passed away at home! But I don't know where to get these, so I can only ask Grandpa Liangshan for help. Look Does he have any paper money?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man seemed to have exhausted all his strength and began to gasp for air. He just gasped twice but started coughing again, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face.
At this time, the young man's eyes softened in an instant, and his face no longer had the cold expression just now, but was replaced by deep fatherly love and care.
He didn't speak, but hurriedly knelt down and patted the young man's back with his palm, like a silent mute.
The boy's complexion instantly improved under the young man's caress. He felt that his father's hands seemed to have magic power. A warm current spread from his back to his heart and finally to his limbs. It felt extremely comfortable.
After a while, he seemed to have regained some strength, and he saw tears in his eyes, and whispered weakly:
"Dad, Yun'er realizes his mistake. Yun'er will never go down the mountain again."
The young man didn't say much when he heard this. He just slowly lifted the thin boy up, looked at his beloved son who had grown almost to his shoulders, and said softly:
"Okay, it's sunrise."
The young man seemed to know what to do. He stood up first, gently pushed his father's big hand away, and then took out the animal-tooth-shaped pendant around his neck.
The pendant is about the size of a finger, with a bright red tip.
Then he saw him holding it in both hands and pointing it at the sun that was about to be born.
The young man returned to the state of standing with his hands behind his hands, staring at the sun without moving, as if his eyes were not afraid of the dazzling morning light, and the divine light in them was far brighter than the rising sun.
When the red sun peeked out of the horizon, he gently said to his child:
"Put the pendant down in a quarter of an hour and go home the way you came. Remember to visit your mother. Today is the Qingming Festival."
After saying this, he walked down the mountain lightly, as if he had never been there before, without a trace of fireworks.
