Chapter 84 1. At the foot of Mount Tai

Chen Xiang stood in the bustling crowd and looked around. April and May are the peak tourist season. Although the holidays are not yet here, the train station is densely packed with travelers. It took a long time to see Yu Zheng and a peddler-like short A man squeezed over, and the three of them took their travel bags and tried their best to squeeze out of the station. They chose a place with few people and stood still, discussing the plan. "If you want to see the sunrise, you have to climb in the middle of the night today." Yu Zheng looked at the watch in one hand, counting the time: "It's only six o'clock now, and there are still five hours. I want to find a hotel to rest first."

"What do you rest for? I've been on the train for a whole day and I'm suffocated. We're here to play, not to sleep." "Miss, we have to climb the mountain all night, and we can't reach the top of the mountain until the early morning of the next day. If you don't take advantage of the time, you can take a good rest. I don't have the energy to carry you when climbing the mountain." "Did you start climbing in the middle of the night? Is it too early?" Chen Xiang was a little skeptical. "It's right to climb in the middle of the night," the short man said, "Miss, I have lived at the foot of Mount Tai since I was a child, and I am very familiar with everything here. Listen to me. If you want to watch the sunrise, it will be around eleven in the evening." We started climbing at 1:00 am, and arrived at Yuhuangding at about 5:00 in the morning.”

"It takes so long?" Chen Xiang asked in surprise. "Of course, those with poor physical fitness will not be able to reach the summit at all, except for taking the cableway..." The short man said enthusiastically, "Since you want to climb up by your own strength, I suggest you find a hotel to rest first. Replenish your energy, I will introduce you to a clean place with a reasonable price, and I guarantee your satisfaction." Yu Zheng and Chen Xiang looked at each other, nodded, and followed him into the car. In fact, they also knew that this man would earn a kickback from them.But as long as it's not too much, you don't have to care about it when you come out to play.

When we arrived at the destination, we saw a fairly good farmyard in front of us. The owner was a middle-aged uncle. He cleaned up the houses in the yard and divided them into separate rooms for rent to temporary travelers. They picked a secluded room with two single beds.They are not hypocritical people, after a simple tidying up.The two of them closed their clothes and lay down on their own beds, ready to take a rest before climbing the mountain. Although there will be a tiring journey at night, it is only after six o'clock, and Yu Zheng couldn't sleep at all after taking the train for a long time. He heard Chen Xiang turn over on that bed.Apparently he didn't fall asleep either, he thought about it, and called tentatively: "Chen Xiang?"

Chen Xiang on the opposite side turned over again: "Huh?" "I can not sleep." "me too." "Shall we talk?" "What are you talking about?" Yu Zheng thought for a while and said, "I read the copy of the novel you gave me a few days ago." "How do you feel?" Chen Xiang opened his closed eyes. "It feels too murderous." "Oh?" Chen Xiang looked up at him, and Yu Zheng couldn't help laughing. "I mean your writing is sharp and sharp, not like something written by a woman." "What should a woman write? Romance? Lyricism? Petty bourgeoisie? Singing poems to flowers and crying to the moon? Don't forget, the most famous mystery novelist in the world, Agatha Christie, is a woman."

"Is she your idol?" "No, it's just an author I like. I don't like many authors, one is her, and the other is Pokong." "Pokong? What a strange name." "It's very strange. No one knows the origin of this name, because there is always a beautiful scimitar drawn under the name of each of his books. The writing style is weird and charming, so some people also call him Pokong Yaodao. He is A very low-key writer. I don’t even know whether he is a man or a woman. His writing style is also very strange. On the surface, it looks like a plate of loose sand, free, undisciplined, and unencumbered. It seems that there are countless invisible threads that connect them one by one. Like countless waves in the sea, each one looks very free, but it is always inseparable from the sea."

"I can tell you appreciate this style of writing." "Yes, I like it very much. You can see a person's personality from his works. I think Po Kong must be a person who looks calm and doesn't care about everything, but can support everything. He has I like my own way of life, and I also like this kind of life. Such a confident person is very attractive, and I like it too. Isn’t this the freedom I am pursuing?” "Then you and his pursuit of freedom are the same?" "Of course not. How can two people have exactly the same pursuit? Time flies, and everyone is constantly changing. Although we can't feel it, people want different things at different ages. What I want now is to take a wider and wider road, so I always want to write what I want to write, not limited to one subject, this is a reasoning, maybe the next book will really write about romance.”

The two looked at each other and smiled. Yu Zheng took a deep look at Chen Xiang and said: "In your book, there are several plots that are very familiar. I didn't expect you to apply the information you got to your creation so quickly. I told you Yes, what Yang Mo said to cin, when you heard it, you seemed to listen to it, I thought you had forgotten it, but you still remembered it." "Oh." Chen Xiang looked away slightly unnaturally. "Chen Xiang," Yu Zheng saw that she turned her head away, and didn't want her to avoid her any longer. He said, "There are some things I wanted to say a long time ago. I think you know it too. I don't know what you're thinking, but I know you Avoiding what I want to say, but not rejecting staying by my side, and traveling with me, I don’t know what makes our relationship stay at this fuzzy boundary, and sometimes I even guess whether Jiang Yu is in your There is still a certain shadow in my heart. Sometimes I feel that our relationship has actually reached a certain level, but there is only one sentence missing. I think at least this sentence should be said by me, together? I dare not Promise nothing, but I can say that I like you from the bottom of my heart."

As the sky was getting darker, Chen Xiang looked at Yu Zheng, his facial features were deep and well-defined, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a sincere and charming starlight in his eyes, Chen Xiang was a little dizzy, everything began to spin and disappear, as if the whole world just He and she were left, only Yu Zheng's sincere and eager eyes were left. She felt her heart was caught by something, she nodded involuntarily, and then fell into a comfortable and warm embrace. Greedily buried her head in his arms, Chen Xiang thought, don't worry about anything, just let me drown in such tenderness.