Daomu Biji

The dull oil bottle is standing on the snowy mountain with a very solemn expression. I do n’t know what kind of emotion this is, but I know that these snowy mountains have special meaning to him.

It is conceivable that his mind cannot be blank at this time. Everything here must have a certain origin with him, but I have no guess direction.

The dull oil bottle stood for a long time.

We didn't move on that night, but dug a snow den in the snow, covered it with tarps, lit a smoke-free stove, and spent the night.

The next day, we set off again with luggage and continued to walk in the mountains.

Along the way, it was only me who kept talking about the beauty of this world, saying that there were places where he had never been, and places with extremely attractive food.He never spoke, nor showed any boredom.

Actually, I don't know what he is interested in. I searched all my experiences with him, looking for something he seemed interested in.For example, he always looks out the window.

I think he may have a special preference for travel.

At the beginning, the density of my persuasion was still quite large, but afterwards, the road became harder and harder, and my physical exertion became larger and larger, and I could only move silently.After walking for a few days, we have entered without any bare surface. The snow canopy of the snow-capped snow mountains stands at a high altitude and looks behind us. All the villages we came to cannot see.

At a glance, I saw the Changbai Mountain range stretches endlessly, among which there are thousands of peaks and valleys, many of which are inaccessible.I can't judge whether our route this time is the same as the last route into the mountain.

I remember when Shunzi took us, I once told me the names of some peaks, Sansheng Snow Mountain and Yaozi Snow Mountain. At that time, the appearance of those peaks seemed to be different from what I see now.I remember that Pan Zi had all kinds of ridicule at the time. Today, Shan and Ren are different.

On the third night, we set up a tent for the night. This place is very close to the line I set before to be separated. It is estimated that it is only one day away.

That night, we found a relatively dry place where a fire started and sat in front of the fire.For the first time, he looked at me silently.

I have also stared at him for a long time, he has been watching like this, I began to judge whether the focus of his eyes is me.But when I found out that he was really looking at me, I felt very strange. I said, "What's wrong with me, is there a monster behind me?" I asked a few times, and he didn't respond. It is not normal to think that this person is usually normal. Now, this situation, I must not understand and need not understand.But after a while, he suddenly asked me for a cigarette.

I handed it to him, thinking he was going to chew directly like before.Unexpectedly, he put it in the fire and ignited it, and then really pulled it up.

"Ya Jing really smokes." I was horrified.

When the firelight did not shine, he suddenly said, "When are you going to follow?"

I couldn't help but stunned, said: "It has nothing to do with you, this is my own business."

He said: "If you continue to follow me, I will stun you tomorrow,"

I looked at his expression and knew that he was definitely not kidding. He couldn't help but feel at a loss. He stuttered and said, "You, what do you want to do? Don't mess up."

He said: "You will be fine."

I was really angry and funny, and said: "I won't let you stun me." He said lightly: "Then you can run away now, or from now on, keep a considerable distance from me."

I said, "How far?"

The dull oil bottle said: "As long as you are not more than 100 meters away from me, I can hit you with stones. I will carry you to a safe place. When you wake up, you can't find me anymore."

At that moment, I stayed for a while, and I suddenly realized that although such a dialogue is fun, the meaning in it is very clear.

He did n’t want me to send it off anymore. He obviously did n’t believe what I said that he would give up on that line. He still followed his own rhythm. He felt that it was time to separate.

I said, "Can't you think about it anymore? Does it make sense for you to do this now?"

"Is this kind of meaning meaningful?" The dull oil bottle showed a little concern for the word "meaning". He looked at the burning campfire and said, "The word" meaning "does not have itself. significance."

I watched him for three minutes without saying anything, then turned and walked into the tent.

I gave up, I really have nothing to say.If I can, I want to go up and smoke him a few mouths, and I think he is not likely to turn up and burst my head.But it is likely that I can't hit him, he is too fast.If he scolded him, it was like cursing a stone, with no pleasure.I have said what I should say, and I know that what I do now is useless.

Anyway, it is only one day away. Instead of reaching the line I set myself, I continue to struggle with helplessness until it collapses, and finally fainted by him, it is better to give up here.I can stay here and watch him disappear in the snowfield.

At this point I have decided, and tomorrow morning, I will go back.I will make a mark here, and I will come here every year and sweep the tomb.

I lay in my sleeping bag, and I was depressed. I couldn't sleep for more than ten minutes. The oil bottle came in and started to sort out my things.After sorting out for a while, he said: "Goodbye."

I said: "Friends, let's go tomorrow, I won't follow you again." He nodded, took out the vigil equipment and left the tent: I was full of despair.

You are a very good friend who is determined to seek death. You look at him, but you can't stop him. There is something between you and him that cannot be penetrated with any tools.You can touch this thing in any way, but you can't find a gap that can break it.

After I decided, I was very sad, but I also felt that I should understand and understand the phrase "meaning" in the oil bottle, which has no meaning in itself.

I turned my face, and my heart slowly calmed down, ignoring the outsiders, self-consciously closed my eyes.

I fell asleep unconsciously.Then, without knowing how long I slept, I was woken up by a strange sound.That kind of sound sounds like a group of strange people singing in his sleep. The song is melodious and the number of people seems to be particularly large. It is very strange to hear it in such a place:

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and realized that it was the sound of the wind.

My tent is shaking from side to side, and the wind lamp used for lighting seems to fall down at any time, and the light will be bright for a while and dark for a while.I got up and went out, and found that there was a strong wind around me, and the wind was blowing snow scraps and was pouring into the valley.The oil bottle is not around, and his luggage is gone.

On Dog Day, he left without saying hello.I touched my head to see if he had stunned me while I was sleeping.Nothing on the head.It seems that he saw me falling asleep, and I was relieved even from being stunned.

I looked at the sky again and knew it was going to be bad.This weather, if you hesitate anymore, you will definitely have bad luck. The first heavy snowfall in Changbai Mountain will definitely come today.

If you go further into the mountains, it is basically nine deaths.I saw that the dull oil bottle didn't take away even a little food, and I was very emotional, knowing that everything had become a foregone conclusion.

The wind is getting stronger and the tent is almost blown away.I looked at the time and walked back for three days, there was a place for supply.And the sooner I go, the smaller the chance of being caught up by the blizzard, so I start to pack everything up.When I installed everything, I saw that the snow on the surrounding snow slope was scraped and fluttered in the air, and everything seemed to collapse at any time.

before this.I think there is still a chance of surviving the dull oil bottle. Even after I returned to the tourist area, if I told them that a person in this mountain had disappeared, they might still send their survivors to search in the mountain. The oil bottle is tied out.However, in this weather situation, I am afraid that even if a group or a division is sent to search, there will be no chance for the oil bottle to survive.

Fortunately, he has no relatives and no worries.

There is an old saying in China: I have eaten scales and ironed my heart.No one can change what the stuffy oil bottle decides.When I came here, I was completely exhausted.I pressed all the sorrows in my heart and started walking back.

The wind was getting stronger and I only took a few steps. Suddenly, the snow on the snow slope in front of me slid down a lot, and my road began to become more and more difficult to walk.

After walking a few hundred meters, I bypassed a mountain pass and found the cake.All the mountains in front collapsed, and I saw a snow pack I hadn't seen before.

I climbed a few meters up, and I was dizzy at first glance. These snow packs messed up the route when I came here. I can't tell which way I should go back.

I lit the cigarette and took a few sips, wondering what to do.After all, here is still relatively close to Tour X. Anyway, I have a way to go out. I am afraid that if I go in the wrong direction, I will be in trouble.Although I am very sad about the fate of the dull oil bottle, it is quite depressing to think that I might die before him.

It's like having a seriously ill person. Basically, after you go, it's the kind of person who is going to attend his memorial service.But when he arrived, the dying dying man was waiting for you with a submachine gun, waiting for you to arrive.He swept you through the shuttle, you fell in the pool of blood, and then he fell into the coffin and hung himself.You lie on the ground, watching your body soaring outside.How complicated the emotions in my heart are.

I feel this way now.

After smoking, I continued to climb up, and suddenly I found a lot of fist-sized snowballs falling over my head.

Snowballs vary in size and are obviously naturally formed.I looked up and saw that the snow slopes above were quite severe, and the snow slopes broke continuously and fell straight down.I climbed up cautiously, and when I reached the top of the mountain, I found a way to continue.

I settled down in my heart.I went down from the top of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, where there was a sunny side.I looked up and saw the sun rising from behind the mountain.The snow slope opposite is like a huge mirror.I felt a warmth rising all over my body, and then I suddenly found that the surroundings turned pink and became very blurred:

I was stunned for a moment, and I said what was going on.Immediately I realized that this is snow blindness.I immediately closed my eyes. I knew that I should never use my eyes again. If I use them again, my eyes will be completely dark and nothing will be visible.