Each of the four men carried a bag, and Qi Xuan announced happily: "Let's go."
We climbed onto the small bridge made of water plants together.
But after going up, I found that walking on this bridge requires some wisdom, because it is made of water plants and has no support. If it shakes a little, people will fall down. You can only walk on it when the weight on both sides is the same.
stable.
So, the five of us were divided into three groups.
Yan Xiaoqing and Yan Xitong walked to the left, Qi Xuan and Xia Yan walked to the right, and I walked in the middle.
In this way, a group of us headed home.
The last time I walked this road with Yan Xiaoqing, I did nothing but vomit. There was no communication during this period, only despair and expectation for a miracle to happen.
But this time it was different. The dark passage was lined with luminous flowers. The road was no longer dark and fearful.
We almost talked and laughed, and sat down to rest when we were tired. When we were thirsty, we kept our balance and cooperated with the person fetching water. In short, this bridge forced us to help each other, because one person could never cross it.
On this day, Qi Xuan started to criticize me again for how ungrateful I was when I was a child, and put all the blame on him.
Yan Xiaoqing suddenly spoke: "How many years have you been carrying it?"
When Qi Xuan heard this, he immediately showed his dissatisfaction: "No more, no less, a full year and a half."
Yan Xiaoqing sneered: "Do you know how many years I have been carrying it for her?"
"How many years?" Qi Xuan asked disdainfully.
"Not much, just seventy or eighty years," Yan Xiaoqing Shi Shiran replied.
I seemed to see Qi Xuan’s jaw dropped to the ground.
"Seven...eight...ten...years?" Qi Xuan repeated stammeringly.
Yan Xiaoqing glanced at him: "What? Too young?"
"No, no, no, no..." Qi Xuan quickly put his hand on his chest and waved it, which was so cute.
In order to maintain calm, we had to sit apart, with two people on each side, and me in the middle as usual.
I saw something wrong with the way Qi Xuan looked at me.
"Putao, can I ask how old you are now?" Qi Xuan asked me cautiously.
I thought about it and said, "It's not that big actually, just over a hundred."
Qi Xuan looked as if he was about to vomit blood.
This made me quite dissatisfied: "Why are you looking like that?"
"How old were you when you met me?" Qi Xuan resisted the urge to vomit blood and asked again.
"I have to figure it out." I exaggerated.
Then I counted on my fingers. I was so happy that I forgot one thing. I said proudly: "She is almost one hundred and sixty-six years old, Liuchi, what do you think? Liuchi?"
What answered me was a lifetime of silence.
Habits are very scary. When there is someone who is always around to answer your questions and give you advice, and suddenly one day that person is no longer there, it feels like a step in the dark.
"There are indeed so many." Yan Xiaoqing said suddenly.
I quickly put away my thoughts that were drifting into the distance and pretended that nothing happened: "Look, someone will prove it to me."
Qi Xuan was originally a little embarrassed because of my words "Liu Chi", but when he saw that I seemed to be fine, he immediately changed his look of disgust: "So you are that old?"
I can understand his mood. He was still young at the time, but he has been friends with me, an old lady who is over a hundred years old, for more than ten years.
This feeling is just like the story I heard Hanyang tell.
