Sun Wenqu’s words came every day, which made Fang Chi very upset.

Nothing else, just because he can't go home every day. Think about Sun Wenqu, a person who is not doing his job and is idle every day, can say what he says every day. He thinks of his grandparents so much that his ears hurt so much that he can only hold it in. He is quite unbalanced.

But when he looked up again and saw his grandparents smiling happily, he temporarily threw the imbalance aside, throwing bones and other things to the boy while eating.

The boy squatted behind him for half the time of a meal. Sun Wenqu had to look back every few bites to determine whether he needed to avoid it.

After dinner, Sun Wenqu’s cell phone rang, and Ma Liang called: “Eat at your son’s house, have you finished eating?”

"You have discovered this." Sun Wenqu laughed.

"Bad, uncle followed the flowers of the motherland. I saw the whole process of the flower knot," Ma Liang laughed twice, "I'm going to take the boat."

"Well, I'll come," Sun Wenqu hung up the phone and looked at Fang Chi, "Do you want to go over to the guide?"

"No, then it's just a small waterfall," Fang Chi said while tidying up the table, "It's only an hour before you come up again, and you need a guide to enter the mountain."

"You make money very easy," said Sun Wenqu.

"Then ask your team leader, if I don't go into the mountain, will he dare to take you guys in?" Fang Chi said slowly.

Sun Wenqu returned to the farmhouse. The group of people had already packed up and were about to get on the boat.

"Where did you go?" Li Bowen saw him and came up with a worried look on his face, "What are you talking about fasting? It's been so long."

"Why can't you be allowed to finish your meal?" Sun Wenqu smiled and took the bag handed over by Ma Liang.

After stuffing the clothes he brought with him in, he didn't want to carry it. The items inside were all bought by Li Bowen, including sleeping bags, etc., but he felt very annoyed.

Li Bowen has been like this since he was a child. Everyone thinks they have a good relationship. Li Bowen is very kind to him, but only he doesn't feel it. He always feels that these things seem to be performing.

"Go on the boat!" the leader shouted by the river. The three villagers' iron ships had already stopped on the bank of the river, and several girls had already jumped on the bank of the river.

Li Bowen wanted to pull him to sit in the front line together. Sun Wenquzhuang didn't see it, so he turned around and got on the last line with Luo Peng.

After everyone sat down, the boatman drove upstream. The boat was made of a diesel motor, and it was loud and loud. Sun Wenqu happened to be on the stern of the boat, and he felt that the back of his neck was numb.

When we arrived at the tributary downstream of the small waterfall, three boats stopped on the shore in line and everyone began to jump to the shore next to each other.

The edge of the boat is a bit high and the water is deep. Even on the shore, the boat sways very strongly when someone jumps down. The boat owner uses a long iron pole to poke the boat in the water to stabilize the hull as much as possible.

The people were almost jumping, and Sun Wenqu followed Ma Liang to prepare to go down. Just as one of his legs had already stepped on the edge of the boat and left the surface of the boat, someone jumped over from the boat next to him. Before he could stand firm, he kicked to the side of Sun Wenqu Station before stopping.

Because of the sudden gravity, the hull suddenly tilted, and Sun Wenqu felt his body's center of gravity tilt outward.

"Fuck!" he shouted, quickly squatted down, and grabbed the edge of the boat before he could not roll into the river from the boat.

"Don't jump around!" The boatman also shouted, "Just get off the boat directly, don't jump back and forth!"

"Bowen, you are a rabbit!" Luo Peng also shouted on the shore, "Come down quickly, why are you jumping around..."

Sun Wenqu turned his head in a cold sweat and saw Li Bowen who was walking towards him with an apology. He couldn't help but say, "Did you take rat medicine?"

"It's slow down there," Li Bowen scratched his head embarrassedly, "I just want to get off here, is it okay?"

"What can I do if I have something to do?" Sun Wenqu said, jumping down the edge of the boat.

"You're going to fall down," Li Bowen jumped down behind him, "I'll definitely jump down immediately."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything and tidied up his clothes.

"What are you doing? I'm scared to death!" Zhao He ran over and leaned against Li Bowen, "You jumped even if the boat is so unstable. It's not summer. How cold it will be if it falls."

"It's okay, fortunately I didn't drag Wenqu down. I just said..." Li Bowen chased Sun Wenqu with his cell phone, "I still want you to see your photo."

Sun Wenqu glanced at his phone and saw a side photo of him sitting on the boat watching the scenery: "Did you take it?"

"Yes," Li Bowen smiled and patted the camera bag on his body. "Is it a very artistic picture?"

"It's higher than your previous level." Sun Wenqu nodded. Li Bowen has always liked to take photos, but he has never tried to learn it seriously. He changed the camera one by one year, one more advanced than the other.

"And there are a few pictures I have posted on my phone. Look," Li Bowen flipped through the phone a few times, and all the photos were taken by Sun Wenqu, and there were some of Ma Liang's pictures. It was indeed quite good. Ma Liang's irritable face was cool, and he slashed back a few times, "It's gone."

"Wait," Sun Wenqu took it over when Li Bowen was about to take back his phone, "What was that one just now?"

"Which picture?" Li Bowen asked.

"Behind the one Liangzi blows his nose." Sun Wenqu flips back.

"When did I blow my nose?" Ma Liang twitched.

"It's the one he touched his nose," said Li Bowen, "behind."

Sun Wenqu turned back to the picture, quickly pulled it up again, and pointed to the photo behind: "What is this?"

"Mushroom," Li Bowen looked at him in confusion. The photo was a small mushroom taken from a macro, a small mushroom with a white pole and a red top under the pile of dead leaves. "What's wrong?"

"Is this the kind your dad said?" Sun Wenqu looked at the photo, "Just when we were young, he said that if we find it, we can realize our wishes or something?"

"...Yes," Li Bowen laughed, "Why do you still remember this? It may not be like this. My dad is teasing us, this is a coincidence."

"It's really..." Sun Wenqu handed it to Ma Liang with his cell phone, "Look, the red mushroom I told you."

"It's pretty, pretty," Ma Liang looked at it and whispered, "When you were a child, you always looked for? Niannianniannianniannian... Alas! The one you never forget?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu responded, returned the phone to Li Bowen, and thought about it and asked again, "Bowen, where did you take this?"

"It's here," said Li Bowen. "I took photos two months ago, but it was not the path we were taking today, but the route for the aunt to walk. When I came here, I didn't walk here without a guide."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu didn't say anything again.

Some childhood memories will remain clearly in my mind for the rest of my life. The longer the time is, the more it will be like yesterday.

Sun Wenqu had a deep impression of this little red mushroom that has always existed only in his imagination. It was not only that Uncle Li said that this mushroom could realize human wishes, but also because he had been thinking about finding this mushroom for two or three years as if he had been possessed.

At that time, he had many desires to realize. He didn't want to practice calligraphy, paint, make pottery, and... He hoped that his parents would not quarrel again.

But I haven't found it yet.

So my parents still often quarrel, and they have nothing to say when they don’t quarrel. They won’t go home until the festivals.

There are really, this kind of small red mushroom.

Although it was different from what he imagined.

Unfortunately, he has no wish to realize now.

All I have is just an obsession with finding this thing but not finding it.

The waterfall is not far from the shore, and it takes less than a kilometer to go up the stream of the tributary. The water is very clear and the waterfall is quite beautiful.

Just a little small.

However, when a group of people saw it, they were still excited to step on the water and passed by.

Sun Wenqu squatted on a big rock and watched, and after watching for a while, he got up and walked back and forth to the woods next to him.

"Where are you looking for mushrooms?" Ma Liang followed.

"No." Sun Wenqu said as he squatted back to the previous stone.

"It's really good, it doesn't look like it." Ma Liang smiled.

Sun Wenqu also smiled: "If there are one here, I'll pick one for you. Do you have any wishes?"

"Do you have it? Or I'll give it to you...you can find one, you can." Ma Liang said.

"Me," Sun Wenqu stared at the waterfall for a long time and jumped off the stone. "I don't know, I want to not let me live again."

Ma Liang patted his shoulder and said nothing.

After half an hour of playing at the waterfall, the leader led everyone out and prepared to start the main part of this trip.

"I will drive up the mountain in a while and take the old road. There are no repairs. The road is bad and there are many forks," said the leader as he walked. "Contact with the first car, what to do if you want to park or other cars before parking."

"Brother Liu is so long-winded." A girl said.

"There is no way, you have to do something, I'm responsible," said the leader, "so I said I wouldn't take you into the mountain without a local guide."

"That guide looks like a child, can it be?" someone asked.

"Don't worry, this kid started rock climbing in elementary and junior high school, and he was also a veteran outdoors," said the leader with a smile. "And he grew up here, and he has turned over all the land."

When he walked out of the tributary of the waterfall and returned to the river, Sun Wenqu was surprised to see Fang Chi standing by the boat chatting with the boatman.

"How long have you been here?" As soon as the leader saw him, he asked.

"A moment." Fang Chi replied.

"You came soon after you went in," said the boatman. "We locals don't have to take a boat when we walk these paths."

"Did you see it?" the leader laughed when he heard it, and turned around proudly and said, "We have been on the boat for a long time, and people come here casually with their legs."

Sun Wenqu was indeed a little surprised. When he came by the boat, he didn't see where there was a road on the shore. Fang Chi, who didn't ride a bicycle every day, practiced a unique secret.

I took a boat back to the village, took the car and rushed to the depths of the mountain.

Fang Chi sat in the back row to show the way for the horse who was driving. He could turn the corner and notice that there was a pit on the right. When he climbed the slope, there was a protruding stone on the left side of the slope.

"You are so familiar," Ma Liang sighed, "Catch up with the racing guide and navigate."

"When I was a child, I walked every day." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu sat in the passenger seat and didn't say anything. He turned around now: "Hey, I'll ask you."
To be continued...