Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Liu Qingshan wanted to ask something else, but the other party was no longer willing to say anything and was concentrating on driving. He had no choice but to give up and return to his seat.

As we got closer to the mountain, the vegetation became more lush, and the originally clear sky gradually darkened, revealing a strange and cold feeling.

The driver's face grew increasingly gloomy. After he stopped at the foot of the mountain, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the students behind him and reminded them again, "Students, try not to go up the mountain, okay?"

Everyone nodded and laughed, not taking it seriously at all. If they didn't go up the mountain, where would they live? They didn't want to feed the bugs.

The luggage was taken down and the bus gradually drove away.

Liu Qingshan looked at Mo Wen and said softly, "Mr. Mo, which way do we go to your hometown? Is there a mountain road?"

Mo Wen nodded. "Yes, our village used to be quite prosperous. We even had stairs leading from the foot of the mountain to the village. Although we could only walk up, at least there was a road."

"Oh, I see. Then please lead the way. We don't know how to get up there."

"Ok."

Liu Qingshan held a loud speaker and shouted, "Students, follow me. Remember, don't fall behind. Otherwise, it will be difficult to find anyone to help you in the mountains."

Everyone said in unison: "Yes, I understand, Captain."

Mo Wen walked in front, looking at the familiar stairs, childhood memories flooded into his mind.

What made him happiest at that time was when he went down the mountain to sell walnuts, he could buy candied men and candied haws, and then fall asleep on his father's back when he came back. It was so nice.

This time he came back just to visit his grandparents' graves, and he also... missed them. He hadn't been back to see them for ten years.

Everyone was very excited at the beginning, chattering about something, but soon they lost some energy, looked listless, and kept asking questions.

"Student Mo, how far is it to our hometown village? I'm so tired. I've finished all the water I brought with me."

Mo Wen panted, "It's almost there, everyone, hold on a little longer. When we get to the village, we can spend some money and eat some home-raised pheasant stewed with mushrooms."

After hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, they licked their dry lips, and continued to crawl.

I don’t know how much time passed before a heavenly sound came from above my head.

"Ahhh, classmates, we're here. Look at the village over there! It's really beautiful, with courtyards surrounded by fences."

Liu Qingshan held up the loudspeaker, looking excited.

He didn't notice Mo Wen's surprised look beside him. How come the village is the same as it was ten years ago? There hasn't been any change at all...

Everyone cheered, "Great, we're finally here! My legs are about to break. I'll definitely have a good rest and sleep when we get there."

"Haha, that won't do. We're here to have fun, not to sleep in the mountains. That's hilarious."

"Go away, stop teasing me and get up quickly."

Mo Wen was a little dazed and walked towards the village. There was a big gate at the entrance with the words "Laowu Village" written on it. The stone pillars on both sides... had turned into black stone sculptures.

Confused, he remembered that there used to be two stone lions on both sides of the village gate to protect the mountain, not black statues.

The students took photos of the gate and the black statue and sent them directly to the group chat. Looking at the spinning circles, they sighed, "Oh, the signal is really bad."

Liu Qingshan looked at the two black statues and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He said, "Students, please don't touch them carelessly."

"Ah, you can't touch this. This is the first time I've seen a black statue. What kind of stone is this? It's so special."

Seeing that they didn't listen at all, Liu Qingshan felt helpless.

"Student Mo, is there no signal on the mountain?"

Mo Wen shook his head and said softly, "No way. Ten years ago, there were no smartphones. Back then, even old cell phones could send text messages and make calls, but the signal was indeed a bit poor."

Liu Qingshan pulled out an old-fashioned phone and said cheerfully, "See, I'm smart. I know it's better to use this in the mountains."

I took a photo of the village gate, not forgetting the black stone sculpture, and directly sent it to the group @Su Chen.

"Master Su, we've already arrived at our holiday destination. The scenery is so beautiful. It's a shame you couldn't come."