Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The heavy snow has stopped, and the past is completely white.

It seems to be heaven on earth, and it seems to be hell on earth.

There are only two lines of footprints, which symbolize the steps of two travelers under this vast and pure land.

"Brother, is there a mountain top ahead!"

Luo Qing wore thick black glasses and looked at the top of the mountain not far away.

Turning his head, he gently shook the climbing stick in his hand, and shouted to Song Heng behind him.

Song Heng's eyes were covered by a thick towel. After hearing Luo Qing's words, his expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to remove the towel from his eyes.

But after thinking about it, he put his hand down again.

They were originally equipped with professional anti-snow glasses, but because of Gugler's loss of luggage and the hailstorm, one of the glasses was also broken.

With only one snow-proof goggle left, the two of them could only use this stupid method to walk forward while wearing the goggles alternately.

In this vast snow-capped mountains, the human eye is prone to snow blindness.

They are not professional climbing masters. If there is a problem with the eyes, neither of them can leave here alive.

"How far!"

Luo Qing looked at the top of the mountain, thought about it for a while, then turned to Song Heng and said, "It's not too far away, I guess we won't be able to walk for long, we should be able to climb up."

"Find a place to rest!"

Song Heng waved his hand to signal Luo Qing to rest, and after the two found a place with backlight, Song Heng took off the towel from his eyes and looked up.

It is indeed not far.

If you continue to walk, it is estimated that you will be able to climb up after walking for two hours.

But what about after climbing up?

"Luo Qing, tell me, will the old man really be there?"

If it were a 93-year-old old man, Luo Qing would definitely say that, let alone being on the top, he would have burped his fart halfway up the mountain.

But for the old man, Luo Qing had a different idea.

No!It should be said to be a belief.

In his eyes, the old man himself is a mountain that no one can shake.

The three brothers and sisters inherited only one-third of the mantle from the old man.

But it's enough for them to study for the rest of their lives.

If there is a mountain in this world that the old man cannot climb, Luo Qing thought, that mountain is the woman that the old man has been looking for for half his life.

"maybe!!"

Song Heng glanced at the mountain, and his mood became complicated.

He knew the old man's condition, although in the end the old man knocked out Luo Qing and the nurse and escaped from the hospital.

But from his friend's mouth, Song Heng knew very well that this might be a flashback.

In my impression, the old man with a physique like a god of war could not withstand the erosion of time after all.

What he fears most is not dying here.

Instead, when he took Luo Qing to the top, what he saw was the frozen corpse of the old man.

So even though the mountain was within easy reach, at this moment, Song Heng had the idea of ​​going down the mountain instead.

"Brother!"

Seeing Song Heng staring intently at the mountain, Luo Qing patted Song Heng on the shoulder.

"Don't stare, you don't wear glasses, eat something first, here!"

Looking at the jerky that Luo Qing handed over from his backpack, Song Heng hesitated for a moment, but still took the jerky, squatted silently aside, tore off the jerky little by little, and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

The jerky is very hard and chewy, but it lacks seasoning, and the meat has a sour taste, which makes the teeth feel particularly astringent when eaten in the mouth.

But Song Heng still chewed slowly, making sure to chew all the meat, and swallowed it into his stomach mouthful.

Because this is one of the few foods they have.

Luo Qing's mood was completely different from Song Heng's. Looking at the mountain not far away, his spirit was ignited to fight.

Taking a deep breath, he stood on the edge of a big rock with his hands on his hips, and shouted: "Hey, old man, here we come!"

In the empty mountains, Luo Qing's shouts echoed.

Song Heng seemed to be infected by Luo Qing's fighting spirit, seeing the vigor of this kid, he couldn't help casting loving eyes.

Swallowing the last piece of meat in his hand, clapping his palms, he stood up and said, "Let's go, keep going."

As he spoke, Song Heng lifted the backpack from the ground and put it on his back.

This time it was instead him pulling Luo Qing forward.

The mountain road is rugged, but fortunately it is not as steep as Huashan.

There are always some exposed rocks that can be easily climbed by two people.

It was only by looking at the top of the mountain not far away that the two of them had a deeper understanding of the phrase "Wangshan ran to death".

I thought I could climb up in two hours.

As a result, watching the sky above their heads gradually begin to darken, Song Heng and Luo Qing felt that they were more like walking in place.

I always feel that the mountain is just ahead, not far away, and getting closer and closer.

But they walked for almost four hours, and when they looked again, damn it, did they feel that the mountain had grown legs, and would move forward while they were not paying attention!

"Brother... Huh... Huh... Persevere!"

Luo Qing took a few deep breaths, but felt that he was about to be unable to move.

His hands and feet began to lose control, and the cold wind mixed with the wind and snow blew down, making Luo Qing tremble uncontrollably.

Song Heng followed behind with a livid face.