The leisurely life of rebirth

Even though the hillside was almost 50 degrees steep, it did not hinder the speed of the two of them. The small rocks rolled down under their feet and bounced down the path, disappearing in an instant. Li Qingjie grabbed the withered yellow weeds beside the mountain road with his hands and feet and climbed all the way up.

Climbed to the top of the mountain.

He Junyao dragged him up the last few steps. When he reached the top of the mountain, Li Qingjie sat down on the ground, his head covered in sweat, and he raised his arms to wipe it off.

"How are you doing? Can you still bear it?" He Junyao asked sitting on the ground.

"Haha... not bad." Li Qingjie scratched his head and said sheepishly, the gap was really too big, seeing that his breathing was stable, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath.

"Okay, let's rest for a while. We've already walked half the way. If an ordinary person had to walk for one or two days!" He Junyao said calmly, "Eat something first, drink some water, and try to catch up when it gets dark.

arrive."[

He Junyao took out the dry food and water from the backpack behind him. Looking at the rolling mountains, Li Qingjie didn't show any pretense now and just picked it up and ate it.

He Junyao was looking down from a high place, but he could see the mountains meandering away. The mountains in the earthy yellow layers were undulating, and the hills were stacked on top of each other, stretching endlessly. The light-black sky and the distant mountains seemed to be looming, and the narrow stream surrounded the mountains and ridges all the way.

, twists and turns, and goes around. The reddish-brown pine trees add a touch of bright color to the bare mountains. In the distance, there is a ribbon-shaped, thin white waterfall with water flowing into satin, but no sound is heard. The mountain breeze blows, that

The water satin flutters in the wind, twisting and dividing. Between the mountains, a faint mist is shrouded in it, floating leisurely around the mountains.

Surrounded by mountains, wisps of cooking smoke danced in the wind in a valley not far away. In the hazy mountain mist, you could vaguely see many mud houses and wooden houses scattered in the valley.

A small mountain stream winds through the valley. There seems to be no main road in the village, only small roads paved with gravel. Withered yellow woods surround the entire valley, and the cultivated terraces are neatly connected next to each other.

"Let's go!" He Junyao stood up and patted the dust on his butt. After resting for a while and replenishing some energy, Li Qingjie felt much better now. Compared with He Junyao, the gap is not even a tiny bit.

.After all, how can the regular army compare?

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down. For the two of them, there was no problem at all. Along the way, the two of them walked up the mountain along the winding path, one foot high and one foot low. They went down to the bottom of the mountain, then climbed up, and then started again.

Descending to the bottom of the mountain. Finally we are almost there.

It was already evening. The sun was setting. Not far ahead, a little girl came out of a bend in the mountain road and was walking up the mountain carrying a bamboo basket.

Finally, he met a living person who could ask for directions! Li Qingjie cheered in his heart and quickened his pace to approach the little girl.

The little girl is not tall and has a thin body. She is estimated to be just over 1.6 meters tall. She is wearing a set of military green clothes that have been washed white. There are blue-gray patches on the elbows. It is obvious that these are not her clothes.

It must have been remodeled from an adult. It was made of coarse cotton clothes and a pair of straw sandals on its feet. The toes were obviously covered with frostbite and there was pus and blood.

Her slender waist seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, which made her green breasts swell slightly. Behind her was a large bamboo-backed beetle that was not commensurate with her figure. It was filled with a beetle that looked like it was fresh.

The buds of wild vegetables and herbs that were picked were exposed. Her skin was white. It looked very much like the freshly peeled white and tender gourd seeds. However, Li Qingjie felt that it was a kind of pale color caused by long-term malnutrition.

The sad and charming charm is touching.

"Hello, little girl, is this Yongfeng Village ahead?" Li Qingjie took a few steps forward and pointed at the smoke curling in front of him. He looked at the little girl opposite with a sunny smile and asked consciously. The cold man behind him

Mr. Yan, please don’t scare that little girl.

Seeing Li Qingjie, the little girl was not as panicked as he imagined. She wiped her hands on her clothes. Her bright and clear eyes were like a deep pool, so dark that it made people dizzy. She nodded to them with a smile, her eyes twinkling.

He was a little shy, but it was like a spring breeze caressing his face, making Li Qingjie feel that the whole world seemed to be brightening up.

Tingting is fifteen or six years old, with a nutty head in early February. Looking at this girl as pure as a lotus, Li Qingjie actually feels that his heart is empty, without the slightest intention of taint. This pure smile, the bright smile, can only be seen in calligraphy and painting.

Only in China can we see it.

"Yes, are you from outside the mountains? What are you doing in our village?" The little girl was not timid at all, looking at the two of them and smiling brightly.

"Your father is Qiu Qingyuan, right?" He Junyao glanced at her and asked affirmatively.

"Yeah! They really look alike. People say that a daughter looks like her father. It's really not bad." Li Qingjie touched his chin and took a closer look. Then he said in surprise, then looked at He Junyao and said, "You still have sharp eyes."

He Junyao cursed in his heart, you were charmed by the little girl's smile, you are a worthless guy.

"Ah! You know my father." The little girl looked at the two tall men and asked shyly.

"I am your father's comrade-in-arms. My name is Li Qingjie, and his name is Dajun." Li Qingjie half-bent, looked at her level, and said kindly.

"Let's go! Take us to see your father." He Junyao said lightly.[

"Yeah! Okay!" The little girl knew that the person was here to see her father, so she turned around and went down the mountain. Her legs and feet were very nimble, and she was faster than Li Qingjie.

"Give me the basket!" He Junyao stretched out his hand and said.

Qiu Lian hurriedly shook her head, "No, I can carry it, let's go!"

Hearing the little girl say yes! Li Qingjie breathed a sigh of relief. It proved that the person was still alive. On the way, Li Qingjie also asked about the little girl's name, Qiu Lian. Even though they were close to home, they walked in as the sky gradually darkened.

We arrived at the village. The village is not big. At first glance, there should be hundreds of households scattered in a valley. If it is spring and summer, it should be considered a picturesque place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

I encountered almost no people along the way, and the only sounds in the quiet village were the chirping of domestic animals and the barking of dogs.

"It's not dark yet! Why don't you see anyone?" Li Qingjie asked curiously.

Qiu Lian, who was walking in front, whispered softly: "Everyone in the village is asleep."

"Sleeping?" Li Qingjie seemed to suddenly understand, and remained silent. This place is remote and poor, but he still lives a day of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

He Junyao glanced at him but didn't say anything. Along the way, he didn't find any telegraph poles. It was obvious that the village didn't have electricity yet!

"This is my home, Dad, I'm back." Qiu Lian took off the backpack and shouted into the house.

A muffled voice came from the room, "Lian'er is back, come in quickly! It's cold outside, be careful not to freeze."

While there was still some light, He Junyao saw a somewhat dilapidated farmhouse. There were two adobe houses, the roofs of which were made of sandalwood and bamboo, and the top was made of thatch. There was no glass on the roof, and it was covered entirely with newspapers.

Yellowish and black. This

The house is at the level of the 1970s. There should be gardens in front of and behind the house, mainly for growing vegetables. In rural areas, there are no people who go out to buy vegetables, so they rely entirely on the garden to supply vegetables. The surroundings should be made into sticks (fences), mainly to prevent

Livestock enter.

Qiu Lian lit a kerosene lamp. It was a homemade Ostrich ink bottle. There was a hole poked in the black lid, and two wicks made of cotton thread rubbed with torn cotton wool came out from the inside. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp

under light,

Standing at the door, He Junyao and Li Qingjie entered the house and saw the situation inside. It was clean and tidy inside, with bare walls and nothing. It was completely 'clean' now. The solid loess ground was like the surface of the moon, with pits and bumps.

A little bit of soil.

Behind the door is a large water tank, and next to the water tank is a rural earthen stove, which now functions as a living room and kitchen. In the corner, there is a small square table, a wooden pier, and some farm tools and hoes for plowing.

A plowshare and a sickle. The room on the right should be a bedroom. The curtains on it are made of unknown wild beans. They are round, smooth and translucent, and make a clattering sound when they move.

"Dad, we have a guest." Qiu Lian continued to shout with a louder voice. Only then could we see the boldness and loud voice of the northerners.

"Oh! Is it your Uncle Qiu here? It's troublesome again." There was a hint of complaint in the tone of the person in the back room, but more of self-blame.

"No, dad is not Uncle Qiu, they claim to be your comrades-in-arms." Qiu Lian opened the curtain and went in.

"Lian'er, who are you talking about? Comrade-in-arms." He asked in disbelief, why did they come?

Qiu Lian put the kerosene lamp on the edge of the kang. He Junyao and Li Qingjie who followed him could clearly see a big man lying on the kang. His hair was dry and gray, his face was pale, and his dark eyes were shining with loving eyes.

The girls beside me, and seeing the brilliance emitted by them makes people feel full of aura.

He Junyao was really afraid of seeing a pair of eyes with a heart as gray as death. They were looking forward to life, just living and waiting to die.

"Company Commander, Li Lao San'er, why are you here?" Qiu Qingyuan looked at the people falling from the sky and couldn't believe it. He tilted his head and shouted to Qiu Lian: "Quick, quick Lian'er, pour the water."

"Company Commander, Mr. Li, you guys, please sit down quickly and sit on the kang." Qiu Qingyuan said excitedly, pointing to the edge of the kang with his bare arms.

Apparently the upper body was also naked and unclothed. Li Qingjie held his hand and comforted him, "Don't move. Just lie down and don't move. Let's sit down." [

He Junyao took advantage of the dim light and glanced at the room. It was almost different from the outside. There was only one thing that could be called furniture, a camphor wood box, and half of the surface was broken. The walls of the entire room were covered with layers and layers of paste.

There were newspapers on the floor. There was no peculiar smell on the kang. As the saying goes: A filial son stays in bed for a long time. It seems that this is the contribution of the little girl who is cooking on the fire outside.

"Mom! Why are you back today?" Qiu Lian, who was boiling water outside, stood up. The firewood in the stove illuminated the outside brightly. (To be continued)