Daomu Biji

Men Youping stood on the snow-capped mountains with a very solemn expression. I don't know what kind of emotion this is, but I know that these snow-capped mountains have a special meaning to him.

It is conceivable that his heart cannot be blank at this time. Everything here must have a certain origin with him. However, I don't even have a direction to guess.

Menyouping stood like this for a long time.

We did not move forward that night, but dug a snow nest in the snow, spread a tarp, lit a smokeless stove, and spent the night.

The next day, we set off again with our luggage and continued walking into the mountains.

Along the way, I was the only one who kept talking, talking about the beauty of the world, saying that there were places he had not been to, and places with extremely tempting food. He never spoke or showed any signs of boredom.

In fact, I didn't know what he was interested in. I searched through all the experiences I had with him, looking for something he seemed to be interested in. For example, he is always looking out the window.

I think he may have a special fondness for traveling.

At the beginning, my persuasion was quite intensive, but later on, the road became increasingly difficult and my physical exertion increased, so I could only move forward in silence. After walking for several days, we have entered the snow cap area of ​​the snow-covered mountains without any exposed surface. Standing on a high place and looking behind us, we can no longer see all the villages we came from.

At a glance, I saw the endless Changbai Mountains, with thousands of peaks and valleys, many of which are inaccessible. I can no longer tell whether our route this time is the same as the route we took into the mountains last time.

I remember that when Shunzi brought us here, he once told me the names of some peaks, such as Sansheng Snow Mountain and Yaozi Snow Mountain. The appearance of those peaks at that time seemed different from what I see now. I remember that Pan Zi made all kinds of jokes at that time. Now, the mountains and people are a different scene.

On the third night, we set up a tent to spend the night. This place was very close to the separation line I had set before. It was estimated that it was only one day away.

That night, we found a relatively dry place to light a fire and sat in front of it. For the first time, he silently turned his gaze to me.

I stared at him for a long time, and he kept looking like this. I began to judge whether the focus of his eyes was on me. But when I found that he was really looking at me, I felt very strange. I said, "What's wrong with me? Is there a monster behind me?" I asked several times, but he didn't respond at all. I think this person is usually not very normal.

I certainly cannot understand this current situation and do not need to understand it. But after a while, he suddenly asked me for a cigarette.

I handed it to him, thinking he was going to chew it directly like before. Unexpectedly, he put it in the fire, lit it, and then really started smoking.

"Ya Jingran really knows how to smoke." I was secretly horrified.

Under the firelight, he suddenly said: "How long are you going to follow?"

I couldn't help but be stunned and said: "It has nothing to do with you, this is my own business."

He said: "If you continue to follow me, I will knock you out tomorrow,"

Looking at his expression, I knew he was definitely not joking. I couldn't help but feel at a loss and stammered: "W-what do you want to do? Don't mess around."

"You'll be fine," he said.

I was really angry and funny, and said: "I won't let you knock me out." He said calmly: "Then you can run away now, or keep a considerable distance from me from now on."

I asked: "How far?"

Menyouping said: "As long as you are not more than a hundred meters away from me, I can hit you with a stone. I will carry you to a safe place. When you wake up, you can no longer find me."

At that moment, I was stunned for a moment, and I suddenly realized that although this conversation was fun, the meaning contained in it was very clear.

He didn't want me to continue sending him away. He obviously didn't believe my idea of ​​giving up when I reached that line. He still followed his own pace. He felt that now was the time to say goodbye.

I said: "Can't you think about it seriously? Does it make sense for you to do this now?"

"Does something like meaning have any meaning?" Menyouping rarely showed some concern for the word "meaning." He looked at the burning bonfire and said, "The word 'meaning' itself has no meaning." significance. "

I looked at him for three minutes without saying anything, then turned around and walked into the tent.

I gave up, I really had nothing more to say. If possible, I would like to go up and slap him in the mouth. I think there is little chance that he will immediately turn over and crush my head. But probably I couldn't hit him, he was too fast. If you scold him, it's like scolding a stone, there is no pleasure at all. I have said everything that needs to be said, and I know that nothing I can do now is of any use.

Anyway, there was only one day to go. Instead of continuing to struggle and be helpless until I collapsed and was knocked unconscious by him when I reached the line I had set, I might as well give up here. I can still stay here and watch him disappear into the snowfield.

At this point I have decided that I will go back at dawn tomorrow. I will make a mark here and come here every year to pay homage and visit the grave.

I lay down in my sleeping bag, feeling depressed and unable to sleep for more than ten minutes. Mengyou Ping also came in and started to sort out my things. After tidying up for a while, he said: "Goodbye."

I said: "Friends, let's leave tomorrow. I won't follow you anymore." He nodded, took out the vigil equipment and left the tent: my heart was full of despair.

A very good friend of yours is determined to seek death. You look at him, but you can't stop him. There is a layer between you and him that cannot be penetrated by any tool. You can touch this thing in any way, but you can't find a gap to break it.

I was very sad after making the decision, but I also felt that I should understand and understand what Menyoupin said: the word "meaning" itself has no meaning.

I turned my face away and slowly calmed down. I ignored the people outside and just closed my eyes to rest.

I fell asleep without realizing it. Then, I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a strange sound. That kind of sound sounds like a group of strange people singing in sleep. The singing is melodious and the number of people seems to be very large. It feels very strange to hear it in a place like this:

After I woke up, I opened my eyes and realized that it was the sound of wind.

My tent was swaying from side to side, and the wind lantern used for lighting seemed to fall off at any time. The light would brighten and dim at times. I got up and walked out, and found that there was a strong wind all around, and the strong wind was carrying snow flakes, which were pouring into the valley. The oil bottle was not around, and his luggage was also missing.

****, he left without even saying hello. I touched my head to see if he had knocked me out while I was sleeping. The head is fine. It seemed that he didn't even want to knock me out when he saw me sleeping.

I looked at the sky again and knew it was going to be bad. If you continue to hesitate in this weather, you will definitely be in bad luck. The first heavy snow in Changbai Mountain will definitely come today.

If you go further into the mountains, you will basically have a narrow escape. I saw that Menyoupin hadn't even taken away any food, and I was filled with emotions, knowing that everything was a foregone conclusion.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the tent was almost blown away. I looked at the time and realized that if I walked back three days, I would be able to find supplies. And the earlier I left, the less chance I had of being caught up in a blizzard, so I started packing up everything I had. When I had everything installed, I saw that the snow on the surrounding snow slopes was blown into pieces and fluttering in the air, and everything seemed to collapse at any time.

before this. I think Menyouping still has a chance to survive. Even after I return to the tourist area, if I tell them that a person is missing in the mountain, they may send the deceased into the mountain to search. Tie the oil bottle out. But with the current weather conditions, I'm afraid that even if we send a regiment or a division to search, Menyouping will have no chance of survival.

The good thing is that he has no relatives or worries.

There is an old saying in China: eating a weight will make you hardened. No one can change what has been decided by the oil bottle. When I get here, I have done my best. I suppressed all the sadness in my heart and started walking back.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and I had only taken a few steps. Suddenly, the snow on the slope in front of me slid down in large swaths, and my path began to become more and more difficult to walk.

After walking a few hundred meters, I rounded a mountain pass and found something terrible. All the mountains in front of me collapsed, and I saw a patch of snow that I had never seen before.

I climbed up a few meters and felt dizzy at first sight. These snow packs had completely confused the route I had taken when I came here. I couldn't tell which way I should take back.

I lit the cigarette and took a few puffs, wondering what to do. After all, this place is relatively close to tourist destination. No matter what, I have a way to get out. I'm just afraid that if I go in the wrong direction, I'll be in trouble. Although I am very sad about Menyou Ping's fate, it is still quite depressing to think that I will probably die before him.

It's like having a person who is seriously ill and dying. Basically, after you go there, you prepare to attend his memorial service. But when you arrive, the dying man is waiting for you with a submachine gun, waiting for you to arrive. He swept you with a swipe, and you fell into a pool of blood. Then he fell into the coffin and hung up. You lay on the ground, watching blood pouring out of your body. How complicated the emotions in my heart will be.

That's how I feel now.

After smoking, I continued to climb up, and suddenly I found a lot of fist-sized snowballs falling from above my head.

The snowballs vary in size and are apparently naturally formed. I looked up and saw that the snow above was slipping quite hard, and the snow slopes were constantly breaking and falling straight down. I climbed up carefully. When I reached the top of the mountain, I immediately found the route to continue forward.

My mind settled down. I went down from the top of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, where there was a sunny side. I looked up and saw the sun rising behind the mountains. The snow slope opposite is like a huge mirror. I felt a warmth surge throughout my body, and then, I suddenly noticed that the surrounding area turned pink and became very blurry:

I was stunned for a moment, wondering what was going on. Then I realized it was snow blindness. I immediately closed my eyes. I knew that I could never use my eyes again. If I used them again, my eyes would be completely black and I couldn't see anything.