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"Qing Cang, you deserve a beating!"
Shen Qingyou took a stance, and Qing Cang immediately surrendered, saying, "Wife, I was wrong!"
In that moment, for Shen Qingyou, the air was filled with love and happiness. If this life could be condensed into a still moment, then there would be no endless pain and sorrow. At this moment, the two of them were filled with carefree laughter.
Standing on the peak as the sun set, the distant mountains blurred in the mist, Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou tightly, surrounded by a soft golden hue. The wind carried a hint of spring warmth and faint floral fragrance. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at Qing Cang's amber eyes, shimmering with a subtle glow, clear and transparent.
Standing amidst these towering mountains, she suddenly felt her heart open up much more. The grandeur made human history seem so insignificant. The rugged stones hinted at unseen aging and ungraspable vicissitudes. If life were like this, how wonderful it would be!
Lost in thought, Shen Qingyou unexpectedly curled up and fell asleep against Qing Cang. He held her close, watching the sun retreat behind the mountains. Darkness was approaching; without sunlight, this world would become desolate...
"Grumble, grumble!"
Shen Qingyou's stomach growled twice. Waking up hungry, she opened her eyes wide and saw Qing Cang lying beside her, breathing evenly. He must have been exhausted too.
Propping herself up cautiously, Shen Qingyou tried to get up to find some food. Suddenly, Qing Cang's long arm reached over and rested on her body as he mumbled sleepily, "Serene!"
"Mm!"
Hearing Shen Qingyou respond to him, he fell back into a deep sleep again.
Shen Qingyou thought he was awake but realized he was just dreaming! However, seeing him look scared of losing her even in his dreams made her smile widely. A warm current flowed from her heart to her limbs as she carefully removed his arm, got out of bed barefoot, and rummaged through their bag. She found only a few bottles of water besides some flour—how frustrating! It would be great if they had a bucket of spicy noodles right now.
"Are you hungry?"
A deep voice suddenly rang out. Shen Qingyou turned around to see Qing Cang half-reclining against the backrest, looking at her with lazy cat-like eyes. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and his muscular chest glistened enticingly in the dim light, drawing Shen Qingyou’s gaze irresistibly.
"What do you see? Want to take a bite?"
Qing Cang lifted the blanket to reveal his flawless body. One hand rested on his hip as it slowly moved upward until it reached his prominent Adam's apple. His bright eyes sparkled like a powerful generator sending thousands of volts of electricity toward Shen Qingyou.
"Really? No matter where I look, you're willing to let me take a bite?"
With an evil smile on her lips, Shen Qingyou said ominously, propping herself up on the bed with both hands, kneeling with her legs and raising her hips. She crawled slowly towards Qing Cang, her gaze landing on Qing Cang's perfect triangle area. "Hehe, hehe!"
Qing Cang suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his head. "Wife, that's not tasty at all!"
"How can it not be tasty? Boneless and tender, is it better fried or braised? Or, to make it easier, just boil it directly!"
"Wife, are you really willing? That concerns your happiness for the rest of your life!"
She crawled to Qing Cang's hips and stopped, resting her hands on the bed and looking down at Qing Cang from a high position. "Aren't you tired? Today we're climbing over a thousand meters!"
"Those two legs are tired, but this third leg is not tired at all!"
With that, Qing Cang suddenly flipped over, wrapping his arms around Shen Qingyou and pinning her beneath him. His eyes were filled with intense desire as he stared at Shen Qingyou. "Wife, I've been thirsty for a long time. How do you plan to compensate me?"
"Hehe, hehe!"
The hot breath brushed against Shen Qingyou's delicate earlobe, tickling her and making her unable to help but let out a laugh like silver bells. "Husband, are you having a hard time holding back?"
"You little fairy!"
Qing Cang couldn't help but cup Shen Qingyou's head in his large hand and pressed his lips fiercely against hers. They kissed passionately, nibbling gently as desire overwhelmed them. Shen Qingyou tightly wrapped her arms around Qing Cang's neck, instinctively lifting her body slightly to meet his caresses. Just then, "Grrr, grrr."
At this beautiful moment filled with warmth and intimacy, Shen Qingyou's stomach unexpectedly made two loud growling noises at the most inappropriate time. Qing Cang, who was ready to continue, abruptly stopped all movements and looked at Shen Qingyou beneath him with an extremely complicated expression.
"Ignore it, ignore it!"
This damned stomach! It will be fed soon; how annoying! Shen Qingyou couldn't help but strike her belly that was ruining the mood and smiled playfully. "Continue, continue!"
Load the chamber, ready to go...
"Snore, snore!"
Qing Cang felt like he was about to kill someone.
"Honey, yes, yes, I'm sorry. It hasn't eaten enough; it probably won't work out. How about we wait until it's full before continuing?"
"Haha, haha, haha!"
Qing Cang looked at Shen Qingyou, whose eyelids were drooping, and Bite was occasionally biting her lip, her fingers fidgeting. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. He swiftly turned over and stood up, getting dressed: "Let's go!"
Go?
Where to now?
"First, let's fill your stomach!"
As soon as Shen Qingyou heard there was food, she immediately perked up. She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and wrapped her arms around Qing Cang's arm, smiling brightly as she followed him outside.
Surroundings were pitch black; the mountain wind howled as the swaying tree trunks resembled demons twisting their bodies. The night in the deep mountains lacked the beautiful scenery of daylight and appeared somewhat eerie and frightening. Shen Qingyou instinctively leaned closer to Qing Cang: "Where are we going?"
"What's wrong? Afraid I'll leave your body in the wilderness?"
"What nonsense?" Shen Qingyou playfully scolded Qing Cang, her fist landing on his chest as a punishment for his absurdity.
The surroundings were dark; the flashlight in her hand emitted a bright beam but only illuminated an area of about five meters around them. Beyond that distance lay a vast black void that made one’s heart race with fear.
"Don't be afraid; I'm here. Rest assured, if any wolves or beasts appear, I'll take care of it while you head back!"
"Go back and do what? I want to fight the wolves with you!"
"You pig, with your skinny arms and legs, just don't cause trouble!"
"What? You think I'm a trouble?" The tone was clearly lacking the earlier joy. Qing Cang glanced sideways and lightly scratched her nose with the hand holding the flashlight.
"Yes, trouble. You would go call for help, and that’s our only chance to survive!"
Indeed, love makes people blind. A woman immersed in romance has a bit of a decline in her cognitive abilities. Shen Qingyou stuck out her pink tongue, feeling ashamed of her foolishness. However, when faced with danger, she just wanted to fight alongside her lover. There was nothing wrong with that; thinking this way made her feel much more at ease.
"Light, light!"
From the lush greenery ahead, clusters of light suddenly appeared. The tense expression on her face relaxed instantly. Walking in a strange and terrifying environment, seeing flames ahead brought Shen Qingyou joy like a child as she immediately released Qing Cang's arm and pointed at the clusters of flames.
As they approached, she could hear singing and rhythmic clapping sounds, along with drumming. Was there a party?
Passing through a barrier of trees, a large clearing appeared before Shen Qingyou. Hundreds of men and women were excitedly singing and dancing around a bonfire. Well, Shen Qingyou admitted that her attention was not on these men and women but rather on the whole roasted lamb sizzling in the center.
So fragrant...
The air seemed to be filled with the aroma of lamb, and Shen Qingyou couldn't help but swallow several times.
"Brother, Sister, how did you get here?"
Zhang Xiaoli, her face flushed, ran through the crowd to stand in front of Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. "Is there a party?"
"Yes, there’s one every night. The hotel specially prepared this program for those who can't afford to stay in hotels!"
Anyone who has been to tourist attractions knows that accommodations in scenic areas can be pricey, especially at mountain-top hotels where water and food are carried up step by step by porters. Therefore, prices are exorbitant; generally, they charge per bed, which is usually around two hundred. The presidential suite that Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou were staying in cost four hundred eighty per night. As a result, some young people or students simply chose to camp out. However, camping can be long and boring at night. Clever merchants organized such bonfire parties; for just twenty yuan, guests could enjoy beautiful Yi dances and delicious fatty lamb (limited availability).
"Let's go, brother, sister, you are VIP guests of the hotel. I'll have the boss cut a leg of lamb for you!"
Shen Qingyou looked at Zhang Xiaoli in surprise. This girl was quite clever; did her face really show an extreme craving for that leg of lamb?
She turned to Qing Cang, seeking an answer. Qing Cang honestly nodded, "Your face is practically screaming, 'I want that leg of lamb!'"
Tch, with eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight, she could buy dozens of sheep. Eating just one leg of lamb would be too cheap for him...
Shen Qingyou ate the leg of lamb while listening to a middle-aged man in the center of the bonfire telling the enchanting story of Ashima. Ashima means 'gold' in Yunnan; she was as beautiful as a splendid Meiyi flower, able to sing and dance. Many suitors liked her, but she fell in love with her childhood friend, the innocent orphan A Hei, and vowed to marry no one else. However, the wealthy man's son, A-Zhi, also took a liking to the beautiful Ashima. A-Zhi took Ashima away and forced her to marry him. Ashima refused to comply and was beaten and imprisoned in a dark cell.
A Hei rushed over upon hearing the news. He competed against A-Zhi in singing contests, chopping wood, planting seeds—he won them all against A-Zhi. The wealthy man was furious and colluded with the cliff god. When Ashima and A Hei crossed a river, he unleashed a flood that swept Ashima away. From then on, in the Stone Forest, there stood an independent peak amidst a shimmering lake, with a slender figure and graceful posture, along with a headscarf and a basket on her back—this was the famous Ashima stone peak.
Love is an enduring topic at any time and place. I have always believed that anyone who believes in love carries the truest beauty in their heart...
"Hey, why are you crying?"
"Am I crying? No way! Is it raining?"
Shen Qingyou pretended to look up at the sky; a full moon hung like a plate above, casting down countless stars. It wasn't raindrops; not even a single drop of dew fell. However, Shen Qingyou would never admit that she was moved by this story. She didn't know how many times she had heard the tale of Ashima before, but in this environment, told by this middle-aged man with his deep and rich voice, she was still deeply touched—because of love, because of fairy tales.
"Hey, now that we’re full and satisfied, shouldn't we get some exercise?"
Shen Qingyou stood up and brushed off the dirt on her clothes. Upon hearing this, Qing Cang's eyes curved into a smile; it seemed as if the surrounding darkness melted away into flickering soft wine flowing through every inch of starlight. Shen Qingyou was mesmerized; how could there be such a handsome man in the world?
"Wife, your suggestion resonates with me deeply. Then let's hurry back!"
"Back? Where to?"
"Aren't you the one who wanted to exercise?"
"Go to hell, I mean dancing...!"
Shen Qingyou, with a bright smile, released Qing Cang's hand and dove into the crowd. Even among the hundreds of people, Qing Cang could easily spot Shen Qingyou; her flowing white dress resembled a blooming lotus in the night, elegant and beautiful, exuding a captivating charm.
"Cang, hurry up and come here!"
"Come quickly!"
Her spinning figure continuously waved her arms towards Qing Cang, as if beckoning him with an enchanting call. Step by step, Qing Cang approached that silhouette, took her hand, and twirled with her, dancing...
"I'm so tired, so tired!"
Breathless, Shen Qingyou collapsed onto the grass, resting her head on Qing Cang's arm while gazing at the starry sky. "Whether you see me or not, I am here; neither sad nor happy. Whether you think of me or not, love remains; neither coming nor going. Whether you love me or not, love exists; neither increasing nor decreasing. Whether you follow me or not, my hand is in yours; neither abandoning nor forsaking. Come to my embrace or let me dwell in your heart; silently loving, quietly cherishing..."
Shen Qingyou leaned against Qing Cang's neck and suddenly began to sing with intense focus. Her voice carried a hint of weariness and raspiness—not bright or crisp—but it possessed a captivating charm that drew attention not only to the song itself but also to the unique flavor it took on when sung by her.
"Hey, are we being wasteful?"
"Huh?"
Qing Cang squinted slightly, still savoring Shen Qingyou's earlier singing in his mind: silently loving, quietly cherishing. How wonderful it would be if he could understand the true meaning of love a little earlier.
"Why stay in a luxurious presidential suite worth eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight while sleeping rough in the wilderness?"
Just thinking about eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight made Shen Qingyou feel as if her heart was bleeding; it hurt.
"Yeah, if it weren't for you being so stubborn about this experience, I wouldn't have spent such a huge amount!"
What did she mean by being stubborn? She didn't insist on staying in the presidential suite, did she? He couldn't be referring to that one line, could he?
"Cough, cough..."
Shen Qingyou choked on her own saliva, her face flushed. Who still had the energy to think about that after climbing over a thousand meters? She was exhausted.
"Serene, when we have white hair, let's come back here and lie on the grass like tonight, watching the stars in the night sky, okay?"
"Mm!"
"Qing Cang, I want to adopt a child!"
"Mm!"
"Qing Cang, are you asleep?"
"Mm!"
"Qing Cang, I love you!"
Qing Cang shifted his body and turned his face. A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
"Shen Qingyou, you bad woman. When we have white hair, we will come back here, just like tonight. If you dare to break your promise and leave me, even in hell, I will find you..."
"Hurry up, hurry up! Everyone, hurry up! It's five ten!"
In the quiet crowd, someone shouted, causing a stir. Everyone's nerves immediately became excited as they quickly moved toward what they deemed the best spot to watch the sunrise. Shen Qingyou rubbed her sleepy eyes and shook Qing Cang: "What do we do? There's no space left!"
Compared to her anxiety, Qing Cang was calm and unhurried. He slowly stood up, rubbed his numb arm that had been resting under Shen Qingyou's head, glanced at his watch, and noted that the weather forecast predicted today's sunrise would be at five thirty—there was still twenty minutes left; they had time!
He pulled Shen Qingyou's arm and headed toward the hotel. Shen Qingyou kept looking back at the crowd stretching their necks in anticipation, feeling a bit anxious in her heart.
"Hey, we came to watch the sunrise, what are you doing bringing me to the room?"
Qing Cang ignored her and opened the door. "Hey, you can't be thinking about that, can you?"
Shen Qingyou's face turned red as she followed Qing Cang to the bedside. Her heart started racing. Qing Cang turned back and gave her a meaningful smile. Just as Shen Qingyou hesitated about whether to take off her bulky coat first, Qing Cang swiftly opened the curtains.
What is he doing?
"Come here, you flirt!"
Flirt? Who is he calling that? Shen Qingyou quickly zipped up her coat again and forced herself to walk calmly to the window. Her mouth formed an "O" shape. There’s a better spot for watching the sunrise than this?
Eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight, I’ve definitely earned a bit back...
Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, Shen Qingyou counted down in her mind. It was five-thirty!
But outside the window, it was still dim; there was no sign of the sunrise.
"It’s fine, let’s wait a bit longer. The forecast isn’t always accurate!"
Wait, wait, from five-thirty to six o'clock. The dimness had brightened slightly, but still no trace of the sun. A few rays of light struggled behind the dark clouds but couldn’t break through the gloom. The excitement of waiting for the sunrise faded little by little with the passage of time. It seemed there would be no sunrise today.
Shen Qingyou felt incredibly disappointed as she leaned her arms on the windowsill, resting her head on her arms. Looking at the dimness, her amber eyes were filled with disappointment, like a wilting flower—dull and lifeless, making one feel heartbroken.
Qing Cang wrapped his arms around her head. "It’s okay; if we can’t see it today, we’ll wait for tomorrow. If we can’t see it tomorrow, we’ll wait for the next day. We will eventually see it!"
Forget it; waiting for a sunrise is never urgent—this unexpected sunrise is like love: it can be desired but not sought after. They are just two people fated to be apart...
Watching her dejectedly walk toward the bathroom, Qing Cang looked out the window with a heavy heart. Even fate wouldn’t help him?
Frustrated, he lit a cigarette and leaned against the window, drawing in deep puffs as the thin wisps of smoke swirled around his fingers, mirroring the heavy sorrow that enveloped him. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through, and he called out towards the bathroom, "Serene, hurry up, hurry up!"
"What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Is the hotel on fire?"
With a toothbrush still in her mouth and toothpaste foam hanging from her chin, Shen Qingyou's pupils dilated as she looked out the window. Yunfeng stood tall, a streak of light breaking through a gap in the clouds; that golden arrow-like brilliance struck her eyes.
"The sun, the sun is rising!"
Shen Qingyou exclaimed excitedly as she rushed to the window. The sun rose majestically, its rays brilliant and bright, mercilessly dispelling the darkness without leaving a trace. It tore through the thick clouds on the horizon with vigor, red to the point of being almost tragic, releasing an unhesitating energy of life in an uplifting manner—a fervor for life and a yearning for light.
Shen Qingyou opened her arms, merging into the dazzling glow, and as she gazed at the splendid sunrise, she felt a vibrant energy awakening within her…
"Woo woo..."
Amidst this overwhelming radiance, Qing Cang's kiss came without hesitation. His lips still carried a faint scent of tobacco, mingling with Shen Qingyou's fresh minty breath in a wonderful fusion. The white foam from her chin splattered across Qing Cang's face, but he was oblivious, lost in kissing Shen Qingyou. For the first time, she felt his kiss was so heavy that it made it hard for her to breathe. Was it too intense? Was she infected by this vigorous sunrise?
He gently bit Shen Qingyou's lips as if punishing her for being distracted. She stifled a laugh and quickly closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding passionately.
Outside, the morning sun blazed like fire, but it couldn't compare to the heat building inside the room. Qing Cang pressed against Shen Qingyou's body, making her lean tightly against the white wall behind her as he gently lifted her up.
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