Medical mountains and rivers

Rugged and steep.

This is the first impression of others when they see this road.

But it is the shortest road connecting several cities.It has been raining heavily since last week, and the section where the drivers often walk has collapsed. No one dares to take the risk to continue walking. It is better to take a long detour than risk your life.

Some people cherish life, while others cherish money.

The rain has become lighter since yesterday afternoon, and the pattering rain has pulled out greed a little bit. Taking advantage of the morning light, occasionally vehicles loaded with goods drove into the road entrance hidden by the mountains.

Layers upon layers of clouds pressed down the top of the mountain and formed a line with the gray road surface, carrying the sudden torrential rain, leading the living people on these cars into the abyss.

"Why is it raining again!"

The driver of the car let out annoyance, but still drove forward unwillingly.

The wind blows like a gust of wind, and a figure is looming in the dense rain curtain. When the headlights shine on it, the man is holding an umbrella, the liberation shoes under his feet are covered with mud, and the hair on his forehead is wet and stuck to his skin. Clear face.

The driver slowed down the speed of the car, rolled down the window and shouted, "Young man! Can't you pass by in front?"

The man pointed to the road leading to the deep mountain behind him, shook his head, and replied: "I can't get through, several places in front have collapsed, uncle, don't bother, go back quickly."

The driver cursed in a low voice, thanked him, turned around and left as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

The man stood still, and watched the car body gradually disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "How many times is this? It's really costing money. No one will come now, right?"

There was a movement in the basket behind him, as if echoing his words.

"Dali, I've wronged you. We'll have a good meal when we get back." The man stroked his wet hair, revealing a straight and handsome face—it was Song Chengqing who disappeared from Fengjing a month ago.

Song Chengqing looked around, turned around, and walked up the small mountain road next to him.

Pei County is mountainous, and it is located in the south with abundant rainfall. The local people mostly rely on planting trees, flowers and fruits for their livelihood. The one Song Chengqing climbed is full of dense eucalyptus trees.

The wood on the side of the mountain has just been felled, and although it is muddy and slippery, it is still possible to get off.Walking to the south, the forest was deep and the trees were tall. Song Chengqing simply abandoned the umbrella, covered the raincloth on the back basket tightly, and slowly got into the green screen while supporting the tree.

The heavy rain covered the sky and the sun, and everything that could be seen was hazy. Song Chengqing walked with difficulty, and had to wipe the rain off his face from time to time.

It's really hard to tell which mountain is the source of the damage in this situation.

When he was distracted, he accidentally tripped over a tree root, and immediately fell forward. Fortunately and unfortunately, he didn't roll down the mountain, but just bumped into a tree and got a bump.

"hiss--"

"Meow...", the kitten called eagerly from the back basket.

"Damn it."

Song Chengqing comforted the cat in a low voice, and continued to walk in the depths. Fortunately, the weather didn't last long, and with a little compassion from God, he finally found the destination of this trip.

"Tsk! This breaking rain, if I stop you will stop, and if I move you will fall." Song Chengqing twisted his clothes, the water on the soles of his shoes creaked, he stood on the mountainside shaking his hair, and couldn't help but let out a sigh at the beautiful scenery in front of him .

It is not in vain to leave the city by myself.

On the opposite cliff, the Milky Way hangs upside down, pearls and jade pour out, and the rain for days has made the originally delicate waterfall majestic and powerful, as if it will break through the cage and fly away in the next second.

"It seems to be here."

Song Chengqing seemed to be injected with a booster, raising his eyes to look around, the more he looked, the more suspicious he became.

The mountains where I stand are beautiful and graceful, and the water and waterfall in front of me are smooth, just like a girl looking at herself in a mirror-but the two peaks are both lively and pleasant when viewed horizontally and vertically, so where does this faint floating death come from?

"Tsk tsk, trouble."

Song Chengqing spent a lot of time looking around, Dali was grinding his claws behind his back, he simply slid to the foot of the mountain, untied the back basket and let it out.

Dali cheered and jumped onto the rock by the stream, licking the water with her little tongue.

Seeing this, Song Chengqing thought about it, and took a handful of spring water to taste it. It was sweet and refreshing, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Weird, weird..."

He couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it, and he thought that he would sacrifice it anyway, and try to ask the mountain god for advice later.

The dark clouds were pushed aside, and a few strands of gold thread split open several crowns, and it was about to clear up.

Song Chengqing took off his wet clothes and hung them on the stone, leaving only a flower with four corners clinging to his buttocks, which was bestowed with a few big sneezes by Shanfeng's friendship.He rubbed his hands, squatted on the ground and took out a lump of oilcloth from the pannier.

It can be considered TOEFL, and everything inside is still dry.

"I would have worn a raincoat if I knew it earlier."

Song Chengqing looked at the sky that was turning cloudy again, and shouted that he had been fooled.

Wet clothes and nudes are indecent, do I have to read the file and run again?

His side struggled heavily against the half-open package, while the civet cat chased butterflies and bloomed everywhere, and the flowers accidentally bloomed on his clothes.

Song Dagao, who was thinking, was stepped on the top of his head, turned around and reprimanded: "Da Li, how could you—" The next second it turned into a terrifying wail.

"Ah! What a good thing you have done!"

The few pieces of cloth on the stone were limp and limp, and the strings of yellow mud marks clearly showed the civet cat's disdain. Song Chengqing picked them up distressedly, intending to hang them on the tree and wash them off later.

Damn, dirty...

and many more? !

——Song Chengqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, held back the ecstasy and pawed on the ground for a while, and got out half a pile of sticky yellow mud.

Holding the mud, he grinned and bared his teeth, and boasted to Da Li: "My son, you have made great achievements this time!"

The cat, who ran away a long time ago, didn't know why. When he turned around and saw his stupid master constantly smearing mud on his body, he immediately "meowed" in disgust, and continued to play.

After a while, Song Chengqing washed his hands, looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and made up his mind to go back to reward Dali with a few dried fish.

He opened the oilcloth completely, took out the fruits and herbs inside, washed them all, and arranged them—these stream stones are not natural altars.