Half a year later.

***

Zong Bisheng said that he would do what he said. He would go out for a walk every one or two days, half to help her improve her immunity and half to show the excellent qualities of a successful entrepreneur: it is precisely because he did what he said and persevered that he can achieve today's achievements-I hope that the younger generation will see it and remember it in his heart.

But since one time, when I encountered a robbery in the evening and was kicked by Yi Sa, Zong Bisheng was a little confused about whether it was necessary to bring Yi Sa with me every night when running. Is it for other reasons or for having a bodyguard?

That night, the dinner was quite rich and everyone was eating a little bit full, so when Zong Bisheng mentioned the night run again, Zong Hang joined and Tong Hong responded.

In order to take care of Tong Hong, running changed to walking. The four of them were walking together, but soon they formed a party faction: Zong Hang pulled Yi Sa and walked in front, while Tong Hong held Zong Bisheng and fell behind.

Tong Hong first talked to Zong Bisheng about some of the things that were missing, including company, financial management, policies, and gossip. Later, before they knew it, their eyes were stuck to the couple in front.

Yi Sa didn't know what was interesting, so she squatted under the street light, holding her phone and patting her left and right. Zong Hang half-beared and looked at it, and waved her hands from time to time to help her drive away the little bugs that were attracted by the lights and always hit her head and face.

After a while, Yi Sa should have taken a photo and showed it to Zong Hang. Zong Hang also squatted down halfway, holding Yi Sa's shoulder with both hands, pressing her chin against her temples, and nodding while watching.

There is no need to go over and listen, and he knows that he must be saying "It looks good, it looks really good". Anyway, as long as it is something Yi Sa likes or praises, he has hardly said it is bad.

Tong Hong sighed: "When Hanghang was a child, I really wanted to see him holding his little sister and playing. I thought that the scene of two little girls was particularly beautiful. Who knew that the most I saw was that he ran away with a toy and threw his little sister to cry behind him... Now I saw it, but the mold was big, not a child anymore."

Zong Bishengqi said, "That's not a little sister, I remember Sasa seems to be bigger than Hanghang."

Tong Hong nodded: "It seems like he is two years older, but in my eyes, they are all children."

While speaking, Yi Sa stood up. I wondered if his legs and feet were numb after squatting for a long time. He half supported his body and rubbed and pressed it with his hands. Zong Hang also helped her knock and beat her. After a while, he took her forward again.

Zong Bisheng felt so sad that he felt sore in his heart. He hadn't seen this son beat him for so many years.

He sighed a little: "You said that this sasa is good-looking, but there are many people who look better than her. It is not necessarily true that they are gentle, but we, Hanghang, like to revolve around her. In the words of young people today, they are like a little fan..."

Tong Hong said: "This is called "one thing to bring down another thing, and I dare say that it must be your stupid son who fell in love with Sasa first, and he leaned forward with a heart-to-hearted approach - Sasa, this girl, you are good to her first, so she will be nice to you. I'm sorry, I don't know if it has anything to do with losing family at a young age..."

She suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what did the doctor say when you took her to check your body last time?"

Zong Bisheng said: "There is nothing, the doctor said it, everything is normal."

Tong Hong frowned: "Is it because the doctor you are looking for is not good? There was something wrong with Sasa once. It was when Hanghang asked his aunt to make black chicken and red date soup. I saw that she was completely unstimulated, and her face was as white as paper... You spend more money next time, or ask someone to find that kind of famous doctor."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt sad and his eyes turned red: "You said she was young at this age. If something really happened, it would be so uncomfortable if Hanghang liked her so much. He couldn't give her this fate, otherwise I would give her ten or eight years."

Zong Bisheng was not angry: "Let's take a good walk, and I'm talking nonsense again. Now medicine is developing very fast. Maybe in two years, if there is any new medicine, just take two. Besides, if young people want to get married, the old man and the old lady don't want to live? You are so generous, I've given it to others for ten or eight years. What should I do? I deserve to live alone?"

***

The trail is very long.

Yi Sa's interest in playing quickly passed, and he only took Zong Hang step by step, sometimes he would step on the shadows under his feet as if he was cramped, and sometimes he would feel like he had no bones, leaning all his weight on Zong Hang and dragging him away.

Zong Hang asked her: "Yi Sa, are you happy now?"

I really asked once every now and then, Yi Sa was not angry: "Happy and happy."

"Better than when you were alone in Cambodia?"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

It was obviously all of a disgusting tone, but Zong Hang was still happy to hear it. There was something called "sense of accomplishment" growing wildly in his heart.

He was right, following him would make her live a better life than before.

He also imitated her and used his feet to step on the shadows: "I chatted with Ding Yudie two days ago. I heard from him that most of the people arranged in Sanjiangyuan have been withdrawn, and only a small team was left there."

Yi Sa said nodded: "He told me too, saying that he really couldn't afford it. One month or two months is OK. After a long time, those people can't stand it anymore. If this matter really drags on for ten or eight years, can we still be there for ten or eight years?"

Zong Hang sighed: "This is not a good thing for Ding Yudie, right?"

Yi Sa nodded: "There are those who have been thieves for thousands of years and those who have not been thieves for thousands of years. It has been a year and a half since the tightest strings. No matter how tight the strings are, they will be loose. There is nothing we can do about it."

Zong Hang said: "If we can rest for fifty years when drifting caves, we will be in peace for the rest of our lives..."

He looked down at Yi Sa: "Do you want this? Do you like this kind of life?"

Yi Sa didn't answer immediately.

Zong Hang felt a little moved: "Don't you like it?"

Yi Sa said: "It's not... this life is pretty good, but sometimes, I'm a little dazed and think, are you still a water ghost of the three surnames?"

For example, today, she accompanied Tong Hong to make cheongsams, and kept soaking in various patterns, styles and fabrics, giving various suggestions, and making her mouth dry.

For example, last week, Zong Bisheng built an art gallery in the company, which was called to foster and enhance the aesthetics of employees, and let Yi Sa choose various wall paintings in it. So for the first time in her life, she decided where their copy paintings should be hung on the wall.

The identity of the water ghost is as far away as if it was a matter of my previous life. Occasionally, I walked through the mirror and saw the images inside. When I remembered myself in Cambodia and the black ghost that was thrown to Li Zhenxiang for feeding, I felt a little split.

Yi Sa smiled self-deprecatingly: "It may be like this for people. After a long period of bumpyness, I thought about returning to the pastoral peaceful days. After staying in the pastoral for a long time, I felt that the days were greasy, the air was calm, and it was not exciting enough."

He asked him again: "Where are you?"

Zong Hang said: "Tell the truth?"

He was silent for a moment: "To be honest, many times, I hope this matter is not over yet."

Yi Sa was a little surprised: "Why?"

"Because if things are finished, we will be like this. In the future, it will not be better than now, and maybe it will get worse."

Yi Sa smiled.

That's right, that's it. The days now are actually the best: the emotions are burning, but the body is not weak.

"But if it's over, there may be hope. Just like we took risks again and again before, we did know more and explore more than the last time. If we had another chance to fight against the drift cave, would we find a cure for you?"

He thought about it and seemed to feel that he was too greedy: "There is no need to heal you. It's okay to help you last for a few more years. This is how people are. If you get one, you will think about it. I thought about it before, and I was particularly satisfied if I could be with you. But after being together, I wanted to be longer and longer."

Yi Sa stood still and looked down at the long slanted shadows of the two of them snuggling together under the light. He talked about such sad topics, like a mosquito being trapped by a spider's silk web. The more he struggled, the more he became, the more desperate it was better to fly away as soon as possible...

She suddenly stared at her back: "Oh, uncle and aunt are gone!"

Zong Hang was startled: "Ah, where is my parents?"

While speaking, Zhang Huang turned around and saw Tong Hong and Zong Bisheng walking towards him.

The two of them answered the same answer, but their feet kept walking forward. When they passed by, Tong Hong suddenly sighed quietly and said, "What's the use of raising a son? It's better to care about us than Sasa."

Zong Bisheng said: "Isn't that true? It was better to raise a piece of meat and cook dishes."

...

***

Three rivers, night.

Danzin drove forward excitedly, and the headlights split a tough and straight light in the night, and a half-heavy sheep body was placed on the back seat of the car.

He was a nomad. A few days ago, he met a group of Han friends who were engaged in geology. Those people were very warm and friendly. They invited him to drink and gave him a lot of bags of snacks to bring him to the children at home.

It was impolite to come but not to go. Danzeng was always thinking about this matter. He wanted to give it a favorable gift, but he never could do it. But today he killed the sheep, so he specially kept half a good one and fat, and wanted to give it to his Han friends to make hand-catch mutton. He was happy and couldn't even wait until tomorrow, so he rushed to the dark.

He knew where they were stationed, and he knew that these people were night owls and never went to bed so early.

Soon, the camp was in sight, with the lights on the six or seven large tents and small tents, and several off-road vehicles were parked beside the tent.

Danzeng braked the car, lifted up and threw the heavy sheep on his shoulder, shouting: "Oh, Tashidler."

Usually when he called this, they would know that, and they would also like to call him "Tashidler" in his tone. Moreover, Tenzin specially carried the sheep body, hoping that his friends would praise him for his strength and excellence. In the past, they also sighed like this when he carried heavy objects in front of them.

No response.

Danzeng was stunned for a moment, listened with his ears, and put the sheep down.

It's strange, why does it seem like there is no sound? It shouldn't be. I usually come here at night, and it's so lively. He even watched a foreign movie with the phone of the young man named Ding Cheng.

Going out for exploration? Didn’t it mean that the tent followed people?

Have you suffered a wolf? Bah, it's even more impossible. They have enough equipment. I heard that there are even fire-breathing guns and electric shock sticks. There are no wolf nearby.

Danzeng swallowed, pulled out the hidden knife from his waist, walked carefully, and shouted the names of several people he could barely remember—

"Ding Cheng?"

"Jiang Yitong?"

"Ding Tang?"

...

Still no reply, Tenzin's scalp was a little numb. He was turning over a tent and suddenly a person appeared in his sight.

The squatting person.

He was so scared that his heart beat wildly, he raised the knife suddenly, and reacted again the next second, and hurriedly let it go.

Finally met someone.

Tenzin said Chinese in a stuttering way: "I'll look for... friends, give mutton..."

He subconsciously pointed to his shoulders, suddenly remembered that the mutton was thrown by the motorcycle, and then quickly pointed back: "Take it there, grab the mutton with your hands, it's delicious..."

He didn't say anything further.

Strangely, he has been here so many times, and this Han man has never seen him before.

This is a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old, not astonishingly beautiful as he moved his hands away from the carton shell spread on the ground. It seems that he had just used the carton shell to cover something, but the ground was spread flat and there was nothing to cover.

Tenzin said, "Who are you?"

The man smiled: "Ding Cheng and I are from the same team, and we are here today."

So, Tenzin breathed a sigh of relief and looked around again: "What about... what about them?"

"I have a temporary task, and I've rushed over. Keep me here to watch. Are you here to deliver mutton? You can give it to me. If anyone comes back, I'll tell them."

Danzin nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, my name is Danzin. They know me. As soon as you say it, they will know, you are..."

The man said, "My name is Ding..."

Speaking of this, I seemed a little confused, and at that moment, I couldn't remember who I was.

After a while, his face returned to normal, and a sure smile appeared on his lips.
Chapter completed!