Chapter 13 over the mountain

This mountain is not monotonous at all, and you often meet new people.Knowing new families, new ways, their generosity and stinginess.They are people who are not afraid of loneliness, and they like visitors so much. The gray-eyed little old lady who both paints and takes pictures is also jumping up and down.She went over the mountain to bring us blankets and paintbrushes, she kept talking out of breath, she forgot how she knew her, she lived on the other side of the mountain.You can walk to her house along the ridge through the bushes.That is a new way. Her home is very simple, a house made of tin nails.There are pots to catch rainwater in the house, but there are many flowers in the yard.She takes pictures in a special way, which she says can reflect the world seen by fish eyes.

The dullness and longing that preceded the storm, gusts passed through the bushes, and there were sounds from all over the house.I let go of Yinger and she didn't blame me, her face was warm and calm.She said: can you go out for a walk? We walked in the wind, I don't know why, the sound of the sea of ​​trees like waves around me made me so eager to hold her thin and slightly stiff hand.I didn't look at her, but felt her hair fluttering, and we finally left the noise of the big trees. Walking through the shallow woods, there will be no one, but this road must be repaired, otherwise the path in the forest will be submerged by the rapidly growing branches during the rainy season.Ying'er passed a thorny bush, and I pushed it aside with a stick. "Caution" This thorny shrub is uncommon in the all-daisy woods.

"Ying'er." I looked at her. "Do you want a doll?" "Then I will make her the heir." Climbing on the big rock last time, you can see the sea, and the trees evenly reach the top of the mountain, carrying the sea phoenix on your back. The reefs are all white near the sea, which is the earth-shattering surf, but here I can't hear anything, I can only see a line of white waves moving in the bay, and for some reason there is an orange-red sail lying in the sea. Does anyone still use windsurfing in this weather? Yinger walked in front, she looked good in jeans.

"My dad doesn't like jeans, and he wasn't allowed to wear them in high school." Coming out of the woods, a field of yellow flowers flashed out. The wind seemed to have calmed down a bit, but the large clusters of flower trees were still dancing eye-catchingly, bright yellow and bright yellow. "Ying'er," she suddenly squeezed my hand tightly, and I held her hand too.I think the flowers and trees are moving, because the wind also blows us, "Your hands are hard." "You never say good things, no matter how bad they sound." She was not angry, but smiled, "My brother also said that my hands are not gentle at all. I would tell him then: 'Don't make the wrong person It's gone!'" She thought of how happy she was at home.

Approaching the big lemon eucalyptus trees, we will soon reach the old lady. It is easy to walk here. We cross a mountain full of wild plums and walk along a few wires, and we will soon reach the old lady. Everyone, look back at the lemons with light green and light brown bark. One by one, like a rushing river, they went to the sky. "Alas!" We, the two uninvited guests, stood in the old lady's back garden, greeting each other amidst the yelling of the puppy. The old lady was at home, and when she saw us standing by her apple tree, she was overjoyed. She said we were a pair of good-looking Chinese villains, Yinger told me, and she suddenly became happy.During the old lady's fast conversation, she changed her expression.I stood on the side, like watching a quick video.

The old lady began to show her baby again. She bent her "nose" with her fingers, meaning that the slightly raised nose bridge in the middle of her came from ancient Rome. She asked Yinger to take the picture album and show the statue at the beginning of AD .A stone with a delicate expression, the old lady took a step towards the light, her eyes and angles were made like a stone statue, and then she asked, "Does it look like it?" Ying'er smiled until fine lines appeared on her face. Biscuits, tea, and on the table were trilobite fossils, arrow clusters, and stone axes.Yinger translated the old lady's words to me sentence by sentence, and I also helped her when she encountered difficulties, telling her the geological age of trilobites.Yinger is always confused about the number of thousands, and Westerners are used to expressing thousands in terms of thousands. "Ten thousand," they said.

The Cambrian period is more than 500 million years from now, and "Cambrian" was originally an ancient place name in Wales, England.The creatures at that time were mainly marine invertebrates.Mainly trilobites, lower brachiopods and ancient cupids, as well as red and green algae also began to multiply, and they were deposited in limestone, shale and sandstone. Ying'er was amazed by the manual printed in my head, especially how I remembered it all of a sudden.The old lady was waiting by the side, she didn't want to divert Ying'er's attention for too long, she said, "Look."

There is a box on the endless stretch of sand, with a foot sticking out of the box strangely, and the old lady put this photo in front of us.Said that this is her, her feet, Yinger was a little dizzy from the boss's abundant energy, she looked at me a little helplessly, as if she was looking at me in a quiet place through this layer of noise, which made me Think of her gentle expression in the dark. "A very, very beautiful, China. A sweet Chinese girl." The old lady was polite but couldn't help but let us sit together on her small sunken sofa.She started to play the video, and the light and shadow jumped a few times. The Camel cigarette advertisement and the smoky western horses suddenly disappeared, and Wuwa, which is row upon row in southern China, appeared. The steps were wet, and the smoke was curling up. , Yinger said it was Cong Zha, and the story was called "Women from a Good Family". "She has a very sweet little husband."

The eldest wife liked this movie very much, and almost regarded us as a movie.We didn't talk much, and we didn't say goodbye to the old lady until the woman in the movie left the house and the crazy woman submerged quietly in the water. It was already dark, and Ying'er was a little excited. She seemed to be learning a new way of socializing, a kind of life, and forgot everything else. In the evening, the mountains and forests were silent, the wind was gone, and it seemed to be given over to the shadows swimming among the branches, only the path was still white in a trance, Yinger was a little afraid of the dark, and the woods were gradually getting darker.I pulled her up, her hand held me tightly, we were the only ones on the entire empty mountain.I stood still, kissed her, and walked forward.

When we got to the main road, we were about to see the lights of the house. In the dense and criss-crossing tree shadows in the middle of the mountain, the lights are on, and you are home. Only then did she let go of me, screamed happily, and ran up the mountain.She had so much to say about that road, that old lady, the yellow flowers we saw on the road, "It's so beautiful." It blooms on the most inaccessible thorns.