Chapter 42 Race 5 tightrope walking (6)

Didn't rest for too long.Maybe walk for another four or five hours in one go, and you will arrive at Beibeng.In this way, they can arrive at Medog from Beibeng tomorrow.When passing through a landslide area again, they did not escape the sudden eruption of mudslides.There was a sudden rumbling sound from the top of the mountain, and the sand and stones slid under the feet.The two ran forward quickly, and the huge rocks mixed with mudslides roared towards them behind them.Uprooted trees and huge boulders were thrown into the raging river.At this time, any running and dodging is very dangerous, so the two had to squat down on the spot, hide beside the boulder passing by, hold the protrusion of the rock tightly with their hands, and wait for the end of the collapse.Everything that shook the earth happened just a few tens of meters behind. If I walked a few steps later, there would definitely be no bones left.After about a few minutes, the valley still echoed with the earth-shattering sound of the collapse.The top of the mountain finally returned to calm.

Go back to the mountain road.He saw that her face was a little pale, and he asked if she was hurt, Qing Zhao. She said that just now her left ankle was hit by a falling stone.Some pain. Take off the leggings and have a look. no more.Too troublesome.The mud had already glued the shoes and socks together.Go on. Her walking posture is not as steady as it was a few days ago.After walking for a while, he began to limp.She picked up two tree branches on the side of the road and held them in her hands as crutches, and the rubber shoes on her left foot began to swell.She held her breath and followed him on the way.

The scenery on the road is a new look.Every time the altitude of the mountain exceeds 1,000 meters, there will be beautiful changes in the landscape.What appeared at this time was subtropical climate vegetation, large banana forests and broad-leaved forests.Small wildflowers dot the lush grass.From a distance, I saw some small white houses on the opposite mountainside, dotted among the vast mountains, showing the tranquility and beauty of a paradise.Looking at the densely packed village, she said softly that the back collapse should be in the distance.In the gray-blue sky above the mountains, the scorching sun bursts out from time to time, and raindrops fall from time to time.At this time, the sun has disappeared, and the raindrops of big beans have started to fall again.

5 His mother came to meet him at the airport.Wearing a white shirt, coarse trousers and sneakers, he appeared at the exit with a suitcase.Seeing his mother, he put down the box and hugged her gently.My mother was fifty-five years old at the time, retired at home, and began to copy the Shurangama Sutra in small letters. She was calm and clear-sighted, and the stubbornness of her youth had subsided.Seeing this man who was brought up by himself, he found that his heart has never changed.After wandering around the world of flowers and flowers, it seems that they just shuttled through the underworld of fallen flowers and trees in late spring, patting the skirt of their clothes, without a trace of emotion.She sighed secretly and didn't ask any questions.

He didn't feel any guilt in his heart, only felt deeply tired, as if his whole body had just been picked up from the drowning sea, he was still in shock and exhausted physically and mentally.When I returned to my old home, I still slept in the small room I had when I was a teenager, with a hardwood single bed, nothing changed.For several days in a row, I just slept soundly on the bed wrapped in a quilt and covering my head.Sometimes sleep all day.Do not go out and eat very little food.No one to chat with either.Mother didn't bother him.I just remember that if he suffered any setbacks when he was a teenager, he would accept it silently by himself, and use a long sleep to avoid the pressure.

In the endless sleep, I dreamed of my father for the first time.In the southern alley at four or five o'clock in the morning, follow a man ahead.The tall figure gradually drifted away in the thick fog, only the sound of footsteps was heard, shaking the winding and narrow alley stone road.While quickly increasing his steps to catch up with the man, he said softly in his heart, Dad, wait for me, let me follow you.But no matter how you go, you can't get close.Only the magnolia trees on both sides, with big blunt white flowers, fell in shock and slammed into the mud under the trees. He has never been led by his father to go swimming, fishing, sports, watching movies, etc., and he cannot gain the experience of how a man should grow up and down.Many things have been learned since adulthood.His growth is destined to be absent from another man's confirmation and recognition.And he no longer remembered the facial features of that man.Can't remember at all.Not a single tear was shed.Or even never saw this man again in the dream.

He never missed this man.He was a sunken shadow within him, unfilled, unhealed.He just saw him appear again, still out of the distance.He has never complained, and has long recognized the flaws in life.But at this moment in the dream, my heart is still lost.No one to guide and identify with his life.He knew he had to be in control, to lead himself as before.