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The two of them had lunch, rested in the small courtyard of the farmhouse for a while, and then set off with their bags on their backs.The afternoon sky is cloudy and not so hot.The two walked along the not-so-steep mountain road, chatting while walking, occasionally stopping to take pictures.

In less than an hour, they saw the stone statue.From a distance, it looks more like a black metal statue, shaped like a Buddha with many hands, about five or six meters high.

"Are you tired? Let's take a rest here." Fang Qingqing took out mineral water from his backpack and handed it to Shen Xiaoya. The two of them didn't bring many things up the mountain, so they put them in a backpack.

"Not tired, how about you?" Shen Xiaoya took the water and did not drink it in a hurry, but waited for Fang Qingqing to take out the water before unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip.

"I'm not tired either. The mountains here are not too steep, so it's just a walk." Fang Qingqing said with a smile. She has always had the habit of running. Although she is not strong, her physical strength is still relatively good.

Shen Xiaoya sat down on the grass in front of the stone statue. The breeze blew, bending the green grass and making the nearby wild flowers nod frequently.

Fang Qingqing looked at her from behind her, the wide sleeves of the colorful tulle jacket blown up by the wind, the slightly tousled hair, and the peaceful and fair side face.

As if feeling her gaze, Shen Xiaoya turned her head, looked at her smiling, and then patted the place next to her.Fang Qingqing also smiled, walked to sit beside her.

The two looked ahead quietly, except for the rustling sound of the wind blowing by, it seemed that there was only their mutual breathing left in the silence.

Fang Qingqing was enjoying the scenery, thinking of the people around her, it seemed that there was an emotion spreading, eager to express something out of her body, but she didn't know what it was.

She stared at a small yellow flower in front of her, reached out to pick it off, and then turned to look at Shen Xiaoya.She raised her flower hand and approached Shen Xiaoya's ear. She wanted to put the flower in her hair, but was wondering if Shen Xiaoya would like it.

Shen Xiaoya looked at her and smiled without saying a word, but she could understand the warmth and indulgence in her eyes.She also smiled, gently inserted the flowers in her hair, and said softly: "It's very beautiful."

Shen Xiaoya looked at her and said with a smile, "Are the flowers beautiful?"

"It's you." Fang Qingqing replied with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled happily. Fang Qingqing picked up the camera and took a photo of Shen Xiaoya at a distance. The green mountain, the blue-black Buddha statue, the hair and sleeves blown by the breeze, and the flowers in the hair Son, and the smiling person, freeze at this moment.

Fang Qingqing developed this photo and put it in a photo frame after returning home. Later, she put it in a photo album, and occasionally she would see it when she flipped through the photo album.Later, I put it in a pile of old letters and dared not look through it.

After resting for a while, the two continued to go up the mountain. The second half of the mountain road was steeper than before, and Fang Qingqing climbed up the steep places first, and then took Shen Xiaoya's hand to drag her up.

When approaching the temple on the top of the mountain, I slowly saw other groups of people.There are probably a few roads up the mountain, and they will all come here in the end. The road they took is less crowded.

The temple is not too small, there are some incense, and the two of them have no religious beliefs, but they still respectfully invite incense, and enter the temple to offer incense and kowtow.

"Do you have any wish?" Shen Xiaoya asked when she walked out of the temple.

"Oh, no, isn't it better to ask for others than to ask for yourself?" Fang Qingqing said with a smile, and Shen Xiaoya laughed too. She didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't say whether she had granted her wish.

The two walked around in the temple, red pillars, yellow tiles, gray walls, ancient trees, incense sticks lingering in several places, and the light shining into the courtyard from the side, everything looked dim and quiet.

After leaving the temple, we walked for about half an hour and came to a platform where we can see the dividing line between the two seas.There are also people in twos and threes around looking at the sea, and pointing from time to time.

The two also stood still and looked far away, and they could see the sea surface in an area, as if there was a line, the sea surface on one side was turbid yellowish, and the sea surface on the other side was clear blue, a very magical picture.

After blowing the sea breeze for a while, the two continued to walk in the direction of Guanyin Pavilion. At this time, they were not the only two of them, and occasionally met other pedestrians. It seems that this is the way to go down the mountain.

The Guanyin Pavilion was built in the middle of the mountain, as if inlaid on the mountain wall. It is a small building with a stone statue of Guanyin inside.When we came here, the sun also set on the mountainside, and the light reflected the sea surface, giving off an orange halo.

It turns out that watching the sunset here is not really watching the sun set, but watching the sea surface she illuminates.The two held hands, standing on the side of the mountain, with their backs facing the setting sun and facing the sea. They felt the magic and beauty of the sea that was different from what they usually saw.

"It's so beautiful!" Fang Qingqing exclaimed.

"Yes, in fact, the sunset by the sea is more beautiful than the sunrise. The sun's rays in the morning are often very weak, and the sea is also foggy when it shines on the sea. As for the sunset, although the sun is not on the sea, she uses her last ability to emit a fiery glow. The light will ignite the entire surface of the sea." Shen Xiaoya said softly.

Fang Qingqing felt that her words were like a poem, beautiful but sad.She squeezed her hands tightly and asked, "Is it cold? Put on your coat."

"Okay, you can put it on too." After speaking, she helped Fang Qingqing untie her backpack and took out the jacket inside. Fang Qingqing's was a dark blue hoodie, and Shen Xiaoya's was a white jacket.

"Go back, it will get darker later." Putting on her clothes, Fang Qingqing put on her backpack again, and said while holding Shen Xiaoya's hand.

Shen Xiaoya followed her without any objection. On the way home, the two stopped looking at the scenery, but carefully looked at the road under their feet. In the gradually dimming light, they held each other's hands tightly and walked on the mountain in early autumn. between.

"Are you afraid?" When it was almost at the foot of the mountain, it was already dark, Shen Xiaoya shook Fang Qingqing's hand and asked softly.

"Not afraid, what about you?" Fang Qingqing also replied softly. In fact, she was very afraid of the dark when she was a child, but she is not afraid when she grows up, and she still doesn't like it.But now, she is really not afraid, because her fear has been covered by another feeling, which is the warmth in her hands, the faint breath in her ears, and the familiar aroma from the tip of her nose.

"I'm not afraid either, I don't know anything to be afraid of." Shen Xiaoya said with a smile.

Fang Qingqing stopped, turned to look at Shen Xiaoya, and then slowly stepped forward, she wanted to kiss this person, what she always wanted to do.

Just when their lips were about to touch each other, a voice came from the mountain, and for a moment, as if the illusion had been awakened, they returned to each other's positions.

The two stared at each other, then turned and walked down the hill without waiting for the crowd to approach.Fang Qingqing gradually felt her blood flow back. Although her heartbeat was still so fast, she could already hear the sounds around her.

The two walked side by side without looking at each other. Fang Qingqing tried to hold her hand, and the man clasped his fingers tightly with her. The two returned to the foot of the mountain with one foot high and the other low, and by the light of the street lamp, When Fang Qingqing saw the little yellow flower pinned to the button of Shen Xiaoya's jacket, she felt a little sluggish.