The wind on the top of the mountain is very soft.

The stars sway and rustle.

"Grandma, here."

Ning Yi carried the old lady on her back and arrived at the top of the mountain, and gently put the grandmother down.

The young man Yu Qingshui was carrying a wooden wheelchair and supporting the old lady's thin body, moving onto the wheelchair.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down.

The mountains are continuous in the night, with contours connected from beginning to end, overlapping one after another, unable to see the end, only feeling majestic and majestic, and there is an unspeakable solemnity in the dark...

The grandma raised her eyes, glanced slightly, and closed it again.

Anyone could see that she was extremely tired, so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids, and her whole body would be dissipated at any time.

It seems...it's just one breath to hold on.

Yu Qingshui squatted beside the wheelchair and said softly: "Grandma, you're at the top of the mountain."

The grandma smiled very tiredly.

She raised her hand, pulled Xu Qingyan's clothes, and signaled the woman to squat down and listen carefully to what she said next.

"Grandma..."

Xu Qingyan squatted down and listened carefully.

The grandmother slowly spoke in her ear and whispered very slowly. At the end of the day, a childish and cunning smile appeared on the corner of the old man's lips.

Except for Xu Qingyan, no one heard what the grandma whispered.

At the end, Xu Qingyan was shocked.

Her voice choked and said sourly: "Thank you..."

"Silly kid..."

The grandma's dry palm slowly rubbed Xu Qingyan's cheeks, pressed her fingertips against the corners of her lips, and squeezed out an ugly smile, and ordered in a soft voice: "Seeing you crying... I feel sad... I must remember to smile more in the future..."

After saying this.

She let out a long breath.

The thin old man with dry body and deep in a wheelchair seemed to have shriveled because of this tone. Finally, he sat in a stable chair, and his breath gradually calmed down.

Spit out the last long breath from his body.

The grandma clearly closed her eyes, but she squeezed out a smile, her voice intermittently: "The mountains are so beautiful today...the mountains are so beautiful today..."

The sound became smaller and smaller until it returned.

The closed eyes never opened.

When people feel sad, they become silent.

The top of the mountain became extremely quiet.

The boy squatting next to the wheelchair seemed to be hit by something, and he was stunned, holding the old man's palm numbly, and the light in his eyes slowly dissipated...

Crows were singing in Mengshan, and under the moonlit night, birds and birds rose everywhere.

The long-awaited fog river has stirred up the turbulent river waves.

...

...

The grandma left.

The lively boy disappeared.

Yu Qingshui locked himself in the inner room for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking. When he came out, he lost a lot of weight and had a trace of whiteness in his temples.

Even when facing Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan, forcibly squeezed out a smile, the young man's eyebrows were still surrounded by a touch of gloom that could not be dissipated.

At this moment, Yu Qingshui made Ning Yi feel "familiar".

"I'm leaving Mengshan..."

When he left the inner room, Yu Qingshui had already packed his luggage. His voice was very dull and said, "Thank you two this year. If you like this small yard, I will leave it to you."

Ning Yi stood in front of Yu Qingshui.

He whispered: "We will leave Mengshan, too."

"It's different." The boy lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'll take the lead."

Ning Yi didn't move in an instant.

Looking at this young man whose sorrow is greater than his heart's death, Ning Yi felt a trace of real sadness for no reason.

No one understands Yu Qingshui better than him.

The boy's belief in leaving Mengshan has actually changed.

It turned out that the boy was eager to explore the world outside the 100,000 mountains.

And now...

He just wanted to escape.

If you want to escape from the death of your grandma and the small town of Mengshan, it doesn’t matter where you go as long as you can leave.

The boy lowered his head and carried his luggage, stubbornly like a lion without saying a word.

"The entire town is locked in the Wu River and trapped in Mengshan... No one has successfully left for so many years. Maybe you are the only exception."

Ning Yi whispered: "You can give it a try. Now that you leave, don't deny that you may be able to leave successfully and go to a place outside the mountains."

"But if you leave, next month the tide of the fog river will be flooded."

"The tide of the fog river..."

The boy shook his head and smiled, disagreed, "It's not the flood season now..."

Ning Yi only said four words.

"What the grandma said."

These four words gradually made the boy's smile solidify.

"Qingyan and I have never accidentally fallen into the fog river because of the flying sword."

At this moment, Ning Yi chose to confess.

"You can understand that we come from... nothingness."

He looked directly into Yu Qingshui's eyes and said, "If you decide to leave Mengshan today, then maybe you will never see me again in this life."

These days, Ning Yi has recalled what the grandma said on her last night...

All these dreams and illusions may be the reality that exists in the past.

Or maybe, this is just a silence.

Ning Yi would rather believe in the former. He would rather believe that this is a real world. In this way, he might be able to change the world.

"What else did grandma... say?"

Yu Qingshui closed his eyes in pain, and the veins on his forehead slowly highlighted.

Xu Qingyan looked at the white rays of her brother's temples and said hoarsely.

"The grandma also said that sometimes, death... is not the end."

"Death is the new beginning."

"Grandma hopes you can stay and do your best to do your part."

This sentence shocked Ning Yi.

Some are familiar...

I seem to have heard it somewhere...

Hearing this, the boy let out a long breath, as if he had taken off his heavy armor, and the spikes that no one could approach. He slowly fell to the ground, hugged his knees, and curled up in the corner of the yard wall.

The light was shining, and he sat in the shadow.

"I understand." Yu Qingshui said hoarsely: "Grandma is right."

...

...

In the following days, the entire town was spent in a busy manner in the preparations for turmoil.

The last tide was high because the grandma accurately predicted that the town escaped, and this time it seemed to be more severe than the last time.

Every household began to move towards the top of the mountain.

Those who have strong men at home can do their best, but those who cannot do their best have fulfilled their obligations. The blacksmith and carpenter helped to drive several river boats overnight.
To be continued...