A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

After a day of hiking in the mountains, as night fell, the cries of wild animals echoed through the woods.

Wenxin stopped and said it was time to find a place to rest.

Wutong had come in with him once before and had some experience. She put down her things and looked for a clean place to stand. Finally, she found a flat rock with a pit next to it, which was just right for them to start a fire and cook.

It's late autumn now, and there are many mosquitoes in the mountains. The best thing for them is to place a circle of charcoal around the rocks and use the heat and smoke from the charcoal to drive away the mosquitoes.

As for wild beasts... with a clear conscience, what is there to fear? Even a few tigers wouldn't be a problem.

The two cooked some dry food and set up the charcoal fire. It was already dark, so they lay down on the rock and closed their eyes to rest.

The stone wasn't very big, but the three of them filled it completely.

Duan Fufeng was unconscious. To protect him, they placed him in the center, with Wutong lying on the left and Wenxin on the right.

Wenxin and Duan Fufeng's legs were too long, so they could only lean against the rocks with their legs bent. Wutong, on the other hand, had the advantage of being short, and could comfortably stretch out her arms and legs.

Overhead, a dense canopy of trees allows you to see a sea of ​​stars through the gaps in the leaves.

Wutong was exhausted after a long day, and now her hands and feet ached. She lay on the rock, too lazy to even blink.

It was so quiet that there wasn't a sound around her. If she hadn't already known, she wouldn't have noticed that there were two big men lying next to her.

The night breeze was almost too cool, carrying a slight chill.

Wutong rubbed her arms, then, remembering that Wenxin was still only wearing a single layer of clothing, turned her head and asked, "Are you cold?"

Through Duan Fufeng's face, which was as white as carved jade, Wenxin's voice reached her ears.

"not cold."

"There are clothes in the bundle. Wear them if you're cold."

"I'm not cold."

The two chatted casually, mostly with Wutong doing the talking and Wenxin offering simple responses.

People are more prone to sadness at night than during the day. Looking at the dark night sky, many thoughts that they had never paid attention to before surged up at this moment.

Wutong licked her lips, the fresh scent of dried steamed bun still lingering in her mouth. She cleared her throat and tentatively asked:

"Asking the heart..."

"Ah."

Have you thought about what to do in the future?

"after?"

"We're going up the mountain now, but we'll have to come down sooner or later. Will you stay in the mountains then, or come with us?"

This question had been on Wutong's mind even before they set off, but he hadn't found the opportunity to ask it.

Wenxin remained silent for a long time after hearing this. Just as Wutong thought he didn't want to answer and was about to change the subject, he suddenly said, "This is not something I can choose. If he wakes up, there is no need for me to come down the mountain."

The "he" he was referring to was lying between the two of them, unable to speak, open his eyes, or even hear their voices.

Wutong knew what he meant and regretted bringing up the topic. She said awkwardly, "It's not like what you think between him and me."

"Is that so?" Wenxin's voice was so calm that there was no trace of doubt. He numbly turned around, turning his back to the two of them, and whispered, "Let's go to sleep."

Wutong had wanted to sleep for a long time, but now she just couldn't close her eyes.

She listened to the even breathing of the two people beside her, which pounded on her heart like drumbeats, one light and one heavy.

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The rhythmic, alternating pressure and gentleness left her in a state of utter confusion.

She fell asleep after an unknown amount of time.

A beautiful hand reached out and touched her hand resting on her abdomen. After confirming that it wasn't too cold, the hand withdrew.

As dawn broke, the two continued their journey.

Wenxin carried the tall Duan Fufeng on her back and walked briskly, while Wutong was exhausted from carrying several bags of dry food.

After walking a few steps, Wenxin snatched the rations away without even saying hello. Wutong felt embarrassed that he had let him carry everything and wanted to take it back, but after chasing him for a few steps, she realized she was almost out of breath and had to give up, following him with admiration.

As we traversed mountains and valleys, the golden and red leaves transformed this desolate, sparsely populated land into a magnificent and splendid scene.

Sometimes, when Wutong got tired, she would stop and rest on the mountaintop. Looking down at the distant view, she was awestruck by the beautiful scenery.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Wenxin, who was walking in front of her, suddenly turned around and came to her side.

The sycamore tree, breathing in the fresh air from the mountaintop and feeling the cool breeze, was so still that it couldn't move an inch.

"beautiful."

Looking at the magnificent landscape, Wenxin said slowly, "I often sit on the top of the Immovable Peak and look down. When I do, I always think, the world is so vast, and I am so small. Only my master knows me. If I die one day, and my master dies too, will anyone ever know that I was ever here?"

Wutong turned around and asked in surprise, "Why do you think that way? The world is vast, but there are also many people. As long as you are willing, you can have as many friends as you want."

Wenxin is too naive; otherwise, with his looks and skills, he could easily rise to prominence.

Wenxin shook her head, a hint of sorrow hidden beneath her drooping eyelids.

“You don’t understand, you can’t experience that feeling… You know, it wasn’t until I was twelve years old and went down the mountain with my master for the first time that I realized that everyone needs parents.”

He seemed to be recalling the events of that year, staring blankly into the distance, so handsome, yet... so lonely.

Wutong felt like something was stuck in her throat, making her extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to reach out and hug him, but felt that this comfort had come too late.

This is not Xu Yun's fault, nor is it Wen Xin's fault; it is all due to fate...

Just like when she first came into this world, she believed that human will could conquer nature, and that as long as she was willing to endure hardship and put in the effort, there was nothing she couldn't achieve. Now that she's in a high position, she realizes that she was just being pushed along by fate... Those legendary experiences that are passed down by word of mouth were merely her forced choices.

"The weather is great today, and the sunset will be beautiful later. Why don't we spend the night here?"

Wenxin looked away and said to her.

Wutong nodded, found a relatively flat spot, and cleared away the fallen leaves.

As evening fell, the sunset painted half the sky red, stretching from the sky behind them all the way to the horizon.

The distant, towering peaks were bathed in golden light, and the massive cloud-covered mountains radiated a halo of light. The entire sky was a kaleidoscope of colors, as if the most skilled painter had splashed oil paint onto the heavens. Not a single detail was deliberately painted, yet the beauty was flawless.

Wutong sat on the ground, hugging her knees, watching. Duan Fufeng lay quietly at her feet, the glow of the sunset making his face appear rosier than usual, as if he were asleep.

Wenxin was making dinner, putting dry food in a pot to boil, and also added some dried meat to Wutong's bowl separately. As soon as the boiling water was poured in, the aroma wafted out.

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