Fish Mountain is in sight.

The scene in front of him, Rao is Duanfeng is also stunned, he gently rubbed the warm hair of Qinghu.

This girl, really... There is nothing to say.

He removed his hand, and the palm of his hand still carried the temperature of Qinghu's little head. Qinghu's little face was covered red, and while breathing heavily, he didn't forget to dig out his eyes a few times, like an angry fried little tiger.

Duanfeng lifted Qinghu's leg and sat on his right arm. Holding Qinghu's slender waist with his left hand, he patted his back from time to time, which was considered to be a haircut for the little girl.

Qinghu leaned on his chest with his upper body, and his right arm wrapped around Duanfeng's shoulder, sitting steadily.

Seeing that she was still staring at herself angrily, Duanfeng smiled softly: "Can't take your eyes off?" I'm so good-looking? ”

Clear Lake...

Duanfeng rubbed her head: "Silly girl, look below." ”

"It's dark, what are you looking at?" Haruko muttered and turned his face, but was stunned by the sight in front of him.

They stood high in the clouds, in the thick of the night, and they could not see the stars and moons. Qinghu Lake saw that there seemed to be a sea of stars below, and the shining green light points, like ten thousand bright lights, outlined the outline of a mountain peak.

The mountains and fields were sprinkled with light, cemented in patches. Beyond the contours of the mountain, there are points of light that continue to converge, like pious pilgrims, who move unhurriedly but steadily.

The fish mountain in front of you is not as static but alive, and those bright points of light are shining more and more, as if the fish mountain has given them more vigorous vitality, like a miracle.

Thousands of green lights fall like stars falling into the world, twinkling and shining, reflecting each other, where the mist passes, the shadows are full of shadows, trance, and it is like a fairyland.

Qinghu's hand on Duanfeng's right shoulder subconsciously tightened, she pinched Duanfeng's thick shoulder, and her body trembled slightly.

With such a shocking scene, anyone who sees it will hold their breath, as if they have accidentally entered the realm of the outside of the world, and converge their god form, so as not to disturb this grand event.

Duanfeng only has his little girl in his eyes.

Years later, Duanfeng recalls the night. His little girl's breath was slightly suffocated, her starry eyes were shining, and her warm and sweet body fragrance gently emanated, filling the entire space.

The stars are shining, but his little girl is like the moon in the middle of the sky, bright and graceful than thousands of worlds. It was as if the event in front of her was set up to welcome her arrival, and the people below were her people and her believers.

The most unforgettable thing is the moment when Qinghu turns his mind and meets his eyes. Her eyes were crystal clear, shining like a wash, joy and emotion were intertwined into Duanfeng's eyes, and they were also deeply imprinted in his heart.

Qinghu was surrounded by the wind, his little face was buried in his shoulder socket, and the two of them hugged quietly.

Duanfeng seemed to have finally touched her soul, and unconsciously hugged her tightly because of surprise, and he was infinitely moved in his heart: Does God love me so much? Let me be by her side, resonating with such an adventure.

Above the thousands of stars, the two people on the clouds stood silently embracing.

For a long time, Duanfeng patted Qinghu's back, but did not wake her up, the little girl had an even snort, her little face was crimson, and she had already fallen asleep.

After tossing all night, Qinghu was indeed tired, but she fell asleep because Duanfeng hugged her too tightly, and this time, Qinghu did not choose to push him away.

Duanfeng found a flat place on the top of the mountain and slowly descended past. He fished out a red cloak out of thin air, carefully wrapped Qinghu in it, and hugged it into his arms.

For a moment, all the green light spots trembled strongly. The green light was extinguished in an instant, and then it brightened brightly, and the light was even stronger. On the fish mountain, with the end wind as the center, the light and shadow changes of the wheat wave wave are swaying layer by layer, as if to worship the pilgrimage.

Duanfeng closed his eyes to calm his nerves, and the white ball of light that had been floating on his shoulder suddenly broke. Ruxiao fell out, holding the drop of golden blood in her hand, she recovered a lot, and she looked like a fresh girl again.

Duanfeng didn't open his eyes, and said lightly: "You go." ”

Ruxiao didn't leave immediately.

She stared at the clear lake that had fallen into a deep sleep for a long time. Maybe I wanted to say thank you and say goodbye, but I didn't open my mouth after all, and turned to leave.