Chapter 22 Scene 3 Crimson Road (4)

I can finally tell you about this.I can't mention it to any one.I don't trust them, don't want them to know, don't want them to give me any misunderstandings or harsh judgments.One day after I was taken to the hospital, I woke up and forgot his name.Until now, I haven't remembered it yet.I still remember those things, but not the person.Maybe my memory is automatically erasing memories of a person.He has completely walked out of my life. Now I feel forgotten.The first half of my life seems to have ended, but the second half has not yet begun. Now it is just a false period.I am stuck.This period of time cannot be exceeded.I can only get through it.

She smiled slightly at him, Shansheng, do you hate me? His eyes slowly filled with tears, and he said, don't worry, the worst, most difficult and most dangerous things we have experienced have all passed.Everything will only get better slowly.I'm bringing you a box of books.Some European novels from the 1970s, books on philosophy, psychology and art, ancient Chinese notes and singing books...you can read them for a long time. I know.I am writing poems and drawing pictures.I do these things, they keep me sane... She looked up at him, slightly bewildered, and smiled at him.Because she retains the high-intensity reading like obsessive-compulsive disorder, her eyes are still clear, as if she did not have an adult child.She said, you are leaving.You are finally out of here.When I recover from illness, I will leave too.I will visit you.

He looked at her hesitantly.After experiencing those things, he no longer touches her skin, and always keeps a distance from her.He saw her as he saw himself.They are isolated from each other.Full of taboo, full of mercy.But she was still his only friend.The escaped and damaged teenage lives they shared.each other's checkers. He didn't reach out to hug her, and got up to say goodbye to her. 5 Duoxiongla at an altitude of 4220 meters. The mountain road at Songlinkou spirals up, and you can see tall and green trees along the way, such as hemlock, camphor, nanmu, castania chinensis, and rhododendron trees... With the change of altitude, the plant ecology is also changing.From dwarf bushes to thin lichens, the higher you go, the more barren you go, until you reach the white snow and ice where there is no grass.The peak covered with snow is right in front of you, and it seems that you can reach it with your hands, but it is unattainable.The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds and bitter cold.The whole steep cliff, shrouded in rain and fog, stretches to the thunderous sky.The road up the mountain is close to the rocky beach.Sometimes there are huge stones stacked on top of each other, and you need to choose your way carefully on top of them.Circling up, can not stop.

They put on their leggings before going up the mountain.Use a slender strip of cloth that costs two yuan a pair, and wrap it tightly along the calf.This can prevent the calf from varicose veins due to long-term walking, and it can also be prevented when passing through the leech area.A small caravan set off with them at the same time.There was a heavy load on the horses, and the luggage on the porter was stacked high, weighing at least a hundred catties.But their walking posture is extremely calm and skilled. This is the road that the locals have walked countless times.They need food and other necessities for survival.Be at ease with the situation in the canyon you are in.Accept everything completely.Out of the canyon, they may not survive.

Qing Zhao, who looked thin and quiet, followed them at almost the same speed as the porter.The steps are steady and orderly, and the stature is steady.Although her performance was firm as imagined, it still exceeded his expectations.An hour later, he was completely left behind.The wind blocked the throat.The breathing in the chest was violently moving, as if it was about to burst the diaphragm.Controlling his breath and keeping his eyes wide open, he struggled toward them.There was silence in my head.Just the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and the perception of cold, damp, and exhaustion.All other ideas are so simple that they almost disappear.