The sky was getting dark. Layers of mist shrouded the lush mountains. Occasionally, one or two dog barks could be heard, making the mountains even more tranquil and deep.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a trickling river. Along the wide river bed, it flows past one house after another and passes through the mountain.
The big stone bridge paved with bluestones has withstood the wind and rain day and night and is still as solid as a rock. The old farmer led the big buffalo across it leisurely.
Under the stone bridge, a beautiful mountain girl hummed a beautiful folk song. She held a dressing stone and washed her clothes. Full of laughter and laughter flowed along the "Hua La La" river.
Such a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, isolated from the world, is really like the Penglai fairyland. Once you come, you will never want to leave.
Several young girls met to wash clothes by the river. They played in the water and sang songs.
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River. You live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you. We drink the water of the Yangtze River together."
The melodious and graceful singing voice comes from the mouth of a long-haired woman. The singing voice is ethereal and the lyrics are full of profound meaning. It makes people infinitely intoxicated.
This long-haired woman has an elegant figure and a graceful figure. She wears a plain white floral dress. Although the style is old-fashioned and the texture is cheap coarse linen, her delicate face has a fresh and refined look. The beauty of independence in the world.
Her temperament is obviously different from other girls in the mountains. It makes people feel like a fairy daughter in the sky who was accidentally left in the world.
Especially her singing voice. It's so beautiful and so enigmatic. The other sisters can't understand it at all.
This woman is none other than Li Luowei, who Bei Mingye thinks about day and night and searches hard for.
"When will this hatred end? When will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine. I will live up to my love."
The woman was washing her clothes while singing leisurely.
Baskets of clothes are all floating on the water. They are colorful and very beautiful.
These clothes were all worn by Grandma Wu when she was young. She kept them and said they would be worn by her daughter in the future, but she didn’t want to give them all to Li Luowei now.
Grandma is particularly fond of Li Luowei. She often holds Li Luowei's hand and says, "Xiaowei is my granddaughter. Grandma, I like Xiaowei the most! The Lord's Story!"
Time flies and so much time has passed.
Li Luowei miraculously got used to the primitive life in the mountains. She became half a villager in the "Gulai Village". She won the love and respect of everyone.
The villagers all knew that she came from a big city. They pulled her and asked her, 'What is an airplane?' 'What does a car look like?' 'How tall are the buildings?' 'What do people in the city eat and wear?' and so on.
The older ones call her 'Miss Xiaowei' and the younger ones call her 'Sister Xiaowei'. The children surround her all day long and let her tell stories. The peasant women who farm the land always pick up some from time to time. Give her eggs, local vegetables, etc.
Li Luowei was really grateful to the villagers for their kindness and care. She felt that they were really kind and honest, which moved her so much.
Sure enough, there are more kind people in this world, right?
When I came to ‘Kulai Village’, Li Luowei really felt that she was very lucky
It was already dark. Li Luowei's clothes had been washed.
She wrung out the water and put them one by one in the basket, ready to go home.
"Sister Xiaowei, the song you sang just now is so nice. Can you teach us a lesson?"
Several girls begged as they walked with Li Luowei.
"Of course."
Li Luowei agreed readily with a moving smile.
She was holding a basket and stepping on the bluestone bridge with her bare feet. There was the sound of rushing water under the bridge. This scene was particularly beautiful.
"Haha. You should have someone you like. If you learn how, you can sing to the person you like."
"Ah. Oops. Sister Xiaowei is so bad. We don't have anyone we like."
Several girls blushed instantly and quickly waved their hands to deny it.
This simple and innocent feeling in them is the most beautiful in Li Luowei's opinion.
"It's not a shame to like someone. There's no need to hide. If you like him, just sing loudly to him."
Li Luowei stared at a girl with a pale face and teased: "Abi, I'm talking about you. Everyone knows that you like Brother He."
"Oh, sister Xiaowei, don't talk nonsense. It's annoying. I don't have that."
The girl's face turned red with embarrassment and she was very angry.
The girls cheered again, eliciting a string of laughter like silver bells.
"By the way, who does Sister Xiaowei like? And who is your song for?"
As soon as the question came out, the girls all looked at Li Luowei.
Everyone is very curious. Such a beautiful song. Such a touching song. Who is Sister Xiaowei singing to?
Who do you like?
Li Luowei was stunned, with a confused look on his face.
It seems that this question is a philosophical proposition. It is profound and impossible to answer.
Her delicate, refined, small and delicate face suddenly seemed so lonely when surrounded by the mountains.
Are you feeling empty? People are particularly prone to feeling lonely.
The memories of those people and those things, whether they are beautiful or painful, become blurry. It is as if there is a piece of frosted glass between them. No matter how you look at them, you can't see clearly.
I simply don’t bother to recall it.
Just pretend that it happened in the previous life. After drinking the bowl of Meng Po soup, she has nothing to do with the previous life.
Now, she just wants to live the rest of her life quietly in this isolated mountain, and trade the loneliness and loneliness in the rest of her life for her daughter's wealth and well-being.
"Sister Xiaowei, what are you thinking about? Tell me, who do you like?"
When the girls saw that Li Luowei was just in a daze and didn't speak, they urged him anxiously.
"Tell me quickly. The boy that Sister Xiaowei likes is very tall and sings very well."
"I know. I know. She must be just like Sister Xiaowei. She is very beautiful."
"And I can tell stories, read, and draw."
Everyone gathered around and sketched one sentence at a time, making Li Luowei dumbfounded.
"Don't guess. The boy that Sister Xiaowei likes is actually a big bastard, a heartless man, and a scumbag."
A girl's voice came from far away.
"Brother He, Xiao Yu, why are you back?"
After seeing the person clearly, Li Luowei had a look of surprise.
These two people can be regarded as her saviors.
After she left Bei Mingye, in order to abide by the agreement she made with Xu Xianrou, she hid here and there like a mouse crossing the street.
Bei Mingye's forces cover the sky with one hand and cast a dragnet to catch her back. There are people all over the world who want to catch her back.
During those days, she had nowhere to hide, let alone find a job to make ends meet. She almost starved to death.
Fortunately, she finally met Xiaoyu and the others. After hearing about her difficult situation, the two siblings decided to help her.
As a result, she now has a relatively stable and free life.
"Haha. Of course it's because we miss you. We'll come back to see you."
Xiaoyu hugged Li Luowei enthusiastically and said glibly.
However, the fact is definitely not because of this.
"Come on. I don't know what you two are doing. You must have had a quarrel. You are angry and want to come back."
Although Li Luowei didn't spend much time with them, the conversation was quite natural. They were like family members.
In fact, Xiaoyu really regards Li Luowei as her family.
"No way. My brother and I are getting along well. You said it was my brother."
Xiaoyu said, putting an arm on He Daqiang's shoulder. That's called intimacy.
"Yes. My sister and I have such a good relationship. Why would we quarrel?"
He Daqiang also proved very cooperatively.
"Then it's strange that there is a conspiracy. There must be a conspiracy."
Li Luowei looked at the two of them and said jokingly.
"Hey, Sister Xiaowei, you don't know. Tomorrow is the Stone Sacrifice Festival in Gulai Village. I guess Xiaoyu and the others must be coming back this time to participate in this grand event. What could be the conspiracy?"
The girl who spoke was the very watery-looking Abi.
She glanced at He Daqiang secretly. Her face instantly turned red again.
"'Stone Festival'."
Li Luowei looked confused. She had no idea what kind of festival this was.
"That's right. It's this festival."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly had an idea and clapped his hands in agreement.
"My brother and I came back mainly to participate in this festival."
"This festival is the biggest festival in our "Kulai Village". It is grand and very interesting. So my sister must get up early tomorrow to participate."
"Yes. We should also dress nicely to show respect for our 'Kulai Village'."
“There is a wonderful performance.”
"If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
Two brothers and sisters, it seems that they all think of each other.
"I can also participate."
Although Li Luowei is looking forward to that festival, considering that she is an outsider, she may not be suitable to participate in a festival within the clan.
"Of course. And you have to participate."
After Xiao Yu finished speaking, she gave her brother He Daqiang a bad look. The two of them giggled and didn't know what they were laughing at.
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Halfway up the mountain not far from the "Gulai Village", Bei Mingye's cursing voice became smaller and smaller, until finally he had no strength to make any more sounds.
Most of the man's body, except his neck, was sunk into the muddy and cold swamp.
The only exposed pair of hands grasped a tree root tightly, not daring to let go at all, and not daring to struggle.
Because if a struggle causes the tree root to break, then he will be completely dead.
He is not afraid of death. He is just afraid that when he dies, he will still have unfulfilled wishes and not be able to see the people he wants to see.
Moreover, it would be too embarrassing for him, a great CEO of a multinational group, to drown in this smelly swamp. If word spreads, he will die in peace.
So, it was like this, stuck in a stalemate. Unable to go up, unwilling to go down. Bei Mingye experienced for the first time what is meant by 'life is worse than death'.