Chapter 41 Race 5 tightrope walking (5)

He knew he would quickly forget about marriage.The woman who once lived together cannot leave a deep mark in his heart.What is profound is the imprint of the years.Let him see that the way he came from was uneven, but it was a roundabout process.As for the two children, it was decided from the beginning that they would not belong to him.He Nian regards them as two threads, connecting their bodies and emotions with each other, so as to realize her control over him.When she completely lost hope in him, she closed the two lines. These two lines extend from the inside of her body and return to her body.It seemed that these children did not come from the tissue cells in his body.It seems that in the past six years, he spent a lot of time and energy on caring and raising them, just throwing food into the water: changing their diapers, bathing them, feeding them milk powder, and teaching them how to walk, talk, and read when they are a little older , take it to playgrounds and restaurants...

In the blink of an eye, all shackles and responsibilities are removed.Wife and children are scattered everywhere.Fly away from each other.He didn't have any dissuasion, because he was already tired.He wanted to be himself again, to be the proud and lonely boy deep in his heart, indifferent to the world.It seems to enter an ancient palace that has long been destroyed and annihilated, and have sex with a ghost woman to give birth.On the day when I woke up, I found that everything was just ruins and walking corpses.In addition to trembling, there is only a sense of loss and confusion.But he went astray halfway.

He cleaned up the mess, sold the remaining shares in his hand, and officially withdrew from the business world.Glory and wealth, a short-lived dream.He sees his own life like a piece of soot that has fallen out of an ashtray, which cannot be touched without a glance, it will be shattered with a light pinch, and the ashes are irremediable.It is so seemingly intact and vulnerable.The house in Shanghai was left to him.He still has a generous deposit on hand, enough to live comfortably for a long time.Wanting to rest completely, I decided to go back to my hometown. 4 After the mountain collapsed again, she waited for three hours with several porters who hadn't passed yet.They finally decided to try to cross the landslide anyway.There is no way out.Except moving forward.Join him and go to Medog.This is the only option.If you look back, the journey is just as long and difficult.To climb Doxiongla again.Yes.It doesn't make sense.She paused on the edge, tightening her leggings again to keep them from falling off.Then she carefully controlled her body with her back and slid down the breach.Start to cross the landslide.

The sound of the mudslide crashing down just now seemed to be shaking faintly in the valley.A terrifying atmosphere lingers in this large landslide.But her footsteps cannot be softened.Walking on a steep slope, you may slip and fall at any time.She skipped over the big rock piles, past the icy rivers that flowed down from the mountaintops.Then use your hands to hold on to the small rocks protruding from the cliff and climb up.Continue on the road to Medog, just above. Their escape from this catastrophe made them happy but it was not worth celebrating prematurely.She lost the bracelet on her wrist during the fast trip.And the really hard road has only just begun.Large and small landslides began to appear one after another.Later, she calculated that there were more than 60 large and small landslides and landslides in one day.The largest landslide area lasted for about one kilometer, and the width of the debris flow accumulation reached 300 meters.The slope is steep, and the stones fall straight into the roaring rapids below the canyon.

The so-called road is just the unrecognizable footprints stepped on by the porter.People can only pass one by one on the mudslide path with a width of only more than ten centimeters.When walking through a landslide, if one's footsteps are not steady, one will roll down the steep cliff into the river below the mountain, leaving no bones left.The mountain may collapse at any time, and flying rocks will crash from the top of the mountain.However, once you walk for a long time, you will get used to it.no fear.Yes.Because fear is useless.The road is ahead.Need to walk over.Impossible to stop.It is also impossible to go back.Fear doesn't solve anything.

The rainy and muddy road was slippery and difficult.In the dense forest, leeches still reproduce vigorously.From time to time they need to stop and pluck off each other's leeches that have burrowed into the skin of the neck or the back of the hand.The road is going downhill.The terrain is falling.An hour later, they arrived at Tiger Cliff.A section of cliff leading directly from the ridge to the river at the bottom of the cliff.The path meanders.New changes have taken place in the field of vision, but there are mountains and mountains in the valley, surrounded by clouds and mist.The river is roaring, and it is rushing around the mountain under the cliff.The entire canyon is like a fairyland on earth that has never been disturbed by others.All things grow and operate according to their own trajectories.Reticent and solemn.

The rocks overhead were dripping with rain.Along the cliff path, there are many curtains hanging between the cracks in the rocks above the head, on which are prayers for peace and Buddha statues.All the way to hang over.I think it was left when the locals walked by.Enduring extreme exhaustion and cold, she took out her camera in the rain and took pictures of this journey and the scriptures that were drenched by the rain.She had a hunch she could only see such a sight once in her life. Arrive at Ani Bridge at noon.There was an extremely dilapidated wooden shed by the bridge, and two Monba women provided hot water and firewood for the passing porters to rest.They stopped for a short rest.Unable to take off the muddy rubber shoes on the feet.Can only stand and drink water.As soon as a person gets close to the flame, leeches, big and small, come out from the clothes, leggings, and shoes, twisting their roasted bodies and struggling in a panic.Leeches covered backpacks and raincoats.Her neck was dripping with blood, and she had to wrap the wound tightly with a wet scarf.This pink and white cotton and linen Indian scarf was bought by her in Lhasa, and it has played practical functions along the way, protecting against cold, wrapping wounds, and binding items.Only the beautification function is not needed.She hasn't showered for a long time, doesn't wear any makeup, and her hair is soaked by rain and stuck to her forehead.Wearing galoshes and a checked cotton shirt, he is no different from a man.Gender has long been lost.