sunset mountains

It is not too far to enter the mountain from here, and the two of them walked for more than half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain.

The terrain is fairly flat, but it looks a bit empty because no one lives there.

Xiao Yanwei looked around. Some water from the mountain, whether it was rainwater or spring water, meandered down and merged into a small rocky valley not far away.

He wrapped his camera strap around his wrist twice and walked over there.

"Is this water safe to drink?" Xiao Yanwei squatted down halfway, and stirred the stone recess with his left fingertips, causing waves to appear on the calm water.

This stone depression is not big, about one square meter, and its shape is not very regular, like a square without four corners. Xiao Yan didn't disturb it, and the water pattern swung from the place where he struck to the surroundings, and then swung back again.

Wei Chi followed him and squatted beside him, "It's best not to drink."

Xiao Yan didn't take back his hand and shook his fingertips, "Didn't you say that the water on the mountain can be drunk?"

"You also said that it's on the mountain." Wei Chi reached out and touched the edge of the stone depression with his fingers. It was very slippery. "This is the bottom of the mountain."

"Don't move!" Wei Chi was about to withdraw his hand, but Xiao Yanwei quickly pressed his wrist.

He had just touched the mountain spring water, and his fingertips were cold with water, and they all rubbed against Wei Chi's wrist.

Wei Chi's Adam's apple twitched, still maintaining the posture of resting his hand on the side of the stone, and asked a little stiffly, "What's wrong?"

"I'll take a picture." Xiao Yanwei withdrew his hand, adjusted the camera, and took a picture of Wei Chi's hand, which was resting on the edge of the stone recess.

Although Wei Chi's hands are used to hold chalk, they usually do some farm work, and there are calluses of different thicknesses on the fingertips and palms.

He usually didn't pay much attention to his own image, but now he suddenly felt a little lucky that the back of his hand was facing upwards.

"Look." Xiao Yanwei glanced at the camera twice, then handed it over to show him the photo he just took.

What Wei Chi first noticed was not the photo, but Xiao Yanwei's wrist.

The camera strap is a very wide black nylon strap, and the first loop is tightly wrapped around Xiao Yanwei's bony and white wrist, leaving a not-so-light red mark.

Like Xiao Yanwei, he seemed to have no vitality, but it was shocking.

Wei Chi didn't look at the photo, he stretched out his hand to loosen the camera strap in a mysterious way, and pressed his thumb twice on his wrist.

After this unconscious movement, both of them were taken aback.

However, Xiao Yanwei didn't react too much, he continued to hold the camera in his hand, and said calmly, "It was intentionally entangled, if it breaks, will you compensate me?"

Wei Chi took the steps, "Pay me."

"How do you pay?" Xiao Yanwei said disapprovingly, "Do you have a place to buy it or can it be delivered by logistics."

Wei Chi looked at him, "I'll buy it for you when I get back to the capital, and you can get it from me."

Xiao Yanwei curled his lips and laughed, "You don't want to leave for a while, besides, you can't give it to me when you go back to the capital and buy it."

"What do you mean?" Wei Chi asked.

"I don't know where I will be at that time." Xiao Yanwei looked into the distance and said.

When he said this, his eyes were indifferent, and there was no wave in his eyes, as if he really didn't care about anything.

Wei Chi didn't want to ask Xiao Yanwei when he would leave, so he skipped the topic, "Let me see the photos."

Xiao Yanwei tapped the screen again to brighten up the photo.

Because the shooting was very close, not only Wei Chi's hand was in the mirror, but also a small groove washed out by water on the edge of the stone concave, some very broken small stones on the ground, and slight waves were glowing light water surface.

"Did the filming go well?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

Wei Chi doesn't understand photography, but he looks very comfortable in this photo, and the most important thing is that his hands are not ugly, so he nodded, "OK."

"Well," Xiao Yanwei raised his voice at the end, he didn't know whether to believe his praise, he retracted the camera, propped up his knees and stood up, "This photo is called 'Stirring Spring Water'."

Wei Chi followed him and stood up, reminding him, "It's almost winter now, and you disturbed the water."

Xiao Yanwei raised his finger and pointed to the mountain, "The water flows down from the mountain, maybe the water is melted snow."

Wei Chi looked over and saw that although the leaves on the top of the mountain were almost gone, there was no snow on the mountain, and the mountain was not high, and if there was snow, it was only during the few days when it snowed in winter.

"Maybe there were a lot of them when they flowed down, but they fell apart after walking." Xiao Yanwei said.

The empty look in his eyes was revealed again, and he said lightly that it was not suitable to describe Xueshui or any other water.

Wei Chi didn't know where his emotions came from. He wanted to comfort him but felt unable to speak, so he turned around and said, "Let's go up the mountain."

The mountain is not too high, and some crops are planted on the mountain, so the road up the mountain is not difficult to walk. The two of them chatted one after another, and reached the top of the mountain in a short while.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun was already high, but it was not a hot season, and the mountain was also cold, and when the cool wind blew, Xiao Yanwei shivered.

Wei Chi turned his head and glanced at him, "I knew I'd tell you to wear more clothes."

Xiao Yan didn't wear a long-sleeved sweater. I don't know if the sweater is too big or he is too thin. When the wind blows, the sleeves and hem of the clothes flutter slightly, making it look very cold.

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, he looked into the distance without blinking, and Wei Chi followed him.

There are three mountains in this village, this is not the tallest, but it is the closest one. The houses in the village are low and the trees are lush on the mountain. When you reach the top of the mountain and look back, you can hardly find your way back.

In front of them is a natural cliff that is somewhat steep and unobstructed. In the distance is a clear blue sky with thousands of miles of clouds, which is very beautiful.

Xiao Yanwei stared blankly, and murmured for a while, "That's what I saw in the car that day."

"Huh?" Wei Chi questioned.

Xiao Yan didn't explain, he seemed to be in a daze, and took another step forward, some round stones rolled under his feet, and he rolled and jumped down the cliff.

Wei Chi grabbed him quickly.

As soon as he grabbed his upper arm, Wei Chi felt as if he had picked up a handful of bones, which was very painful.

Xiao Yan was not pulled, his eyes were empty, he and Wei Chi looked at each other for a while, and then he recovered slightly.

Wei Chi was still in shock, pursed his lips, "Be careful."

Xiao Yanwei looked at Wei Chi's hand pulling his arm, and his eyes regained focus, "Your hand is really dishonest."

It was really dishonest, this hand rubbed Xiao Yanwei's wrist, this hand stirred the spring water, and this hand held Xiao Yanwei.

Wei Chi moved his fingers, but he didn't dare to let go. He pulled Xiao Yanwei's arm to make him back up, "It's slippery, don't miss it."

Xiao Yanwei laughed again when he heard this sentence, "Has anyone ever fallen?"

Wei Chi frowned, "It happened a few years ago."

"What happened later?" Xiao Yanwei asked, "Did you die?"

Wei Chi was silent for a few seconds, then used some strength to bring him back until he was sure that he would not fall before saying, "Not dead, but disabled."

Xiao Yan did not curl his lips, and said softly, "It would be better to die."

Wei Chi finally knew where Xiao Yanwei's reclusive and independent temperament came from. This person didn't come to sketch at all, he came to seek death.

Wei Chi looked at him, and couldn't help but pull his wrist and walked down the mountain, "Live as long as you can, there will always be people who don't want him."

It was rare for Xiao Yanwei to argue with him, "Then what if he is the only one left?"

"How can it be..." Wei Chi retorted subconsciously, but then he thought of Xiao Yanwei's sentence "I don't have a father" in the morning, and then paused.

Wei Chi looked at him for a while, took the camera from his hand, found the photo again, and said, "You are right, it should be Chunshui, and it was many years ago."

Xiao Yan didn't raise his eyebrows, and leaned over to watch with him.

Wei Chi pointed to the water tank on the edge of the stone concave and said, "Although there is not much water, a road has been washed out over the years, and this small handful left by climbing rocks and crossing the sea has arrived before our eyes."

"You thought there was only this little dimple left," Wei Chi looked into the distance, "but have you ever thought that 'he' might not be the one left."

Xiao Yan didn't look at him and didn't speak.

For the second time in a day, he felt that Wei Chi's words were very deep, but Wei Chi didn't ask anything, but he seemed to know everything.

There is still the feeling of Wei Chi pulling him vigorously on the arm, which is very real.

"Wei Chi," Xiao Yanwei said, "I know why you came here."

Wei Chi looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

Xiao Yan didn't take the camera, took a picture while he wasn't paying attention, then grabbed the camera with rare care, passed him and walked down the mountain.

Wei Chi quickly followed him, the white sneakers were no longer white, and he stepped on the sharp gravel without caring, "Why?"

Xiao Yanwei smiled and said softly, "Because you are a good person."