The mountain path is picturesque. The red leaves burned all over the hillside in autumn, mixed with tall evergreen crowns and woods, and the colors are colorful and moving. A young man in a cloth looked up at his thatched hut on the hillside. Although the hut was simple, it emitted a slight light in the dim light of the setting sun. The corners of the boy's mouth were obviously raised, and he smiled. Then he raised the shoulder pole in his hand to his shoulder, sighing in his heart, "It's good to use the sky as the cover of the earth as the carriage!" He walked very quickly, and he almost walked to the mountainside without a stick of incense.

Suddenly, the boy stopped and he seemed to hear a low sob. The sound was very thin, like a mountain wind blowing, or some tiny animals flirting in the grass. The boy's eyebrows slightly frowned, obviously increasing his vigilance.

Although the scenery of this barren mountain is beautiful, it is far away from the downtown area and there are few people. The boy has lived here for countless years. In total, he has only seen a few woodcutters and traveling monks passing by the foot of the mountain.

"Not a human, is it a wild beast?"

The young man held the shoulder pole tightly in his hand, blocked it in front of him, looking towards the direction of the subtle sound. It was a relatively open grassland, which seemed flat, but with one foot down, he knew that the slope was actually very steep. The young man was steadily grounding the slope, searching carefully while fiddling with the weeds passing by with the shoulder pole. The sobs sometimes didn't happen, sometimes slightly and sometimes stopped. The young man couldn't tell the direction clearly several times. He stood there and waited for a while before he looked for the sound and slowly searched.

A strong mountain wind blew, and the boy finally found the source of the sound deep in the weeds blown by the wind, wrapped in a long cotton cloth.

The boy was shocked and hurriedly went up to check. Sure enough, this was a swaddle. A baby was wrapped in a thick layer of quilt, with only his closed eyes and nose exposed. The sound of sobs like a wandering silk was already very low. The boy hurriedly picked up the baby, but adjusted his posture a few clumsyly, as if he was not good at it. He had to cross the swaddle clothes on his chest like a pillow, clutched the shoulder pole with his fingers, and hurried to the thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage is built against the mountain. It was originally a wide natural cave. The boy paved the ground, built the walls, and added several beds, tables, tables, and tables. It was simple but clean. In front of the house, a spacious grass pavilion was also built. There was a table and chair in the grass pavilion, and an exquisite stove was placed next to it.

The boy hurriedly pushed the door open and gently placed the swaddle on the bed. He took off his coat and sat by himself before sitting beside the bed, carefully opening the swaddle layer by layer, with as many as seven or eight layers. Each layer was wrapped tightly, made of cotton cloth and brocade. When he opened the innermost layer, a little baby in a red silk dress was exposed, his limbs like pink lotus remained motionless, and his small white face as white as jade was expressionless, and the low voice just now was gone.

After carefully examining the child, the boy seemed to breathe a long sigh. The child was not injured, but his breath was weak, and he probably was hungry.

The boy covered the child with two quilts and quickly cooked rice porridge in the pot. While slapping the fire, he was worried. Where did the child come from? What should I do with this child?

The stove was burning very vigorously, and the aroma of rice porridge quickly floated out. The boy put the clear soup on the rice porridge, blew it quickly, and brought it into the room. He tied the swagger slightly, poured the child into one side of his arms, held the bowl with his other hand, and delivered it to the child's little mouth.

The baby was soft, and the boy's movements were extremely careful, extremely light and soft. The rice soup entered the baby's mouth bit by bit. The baby began to suck with his mouth, but the strength was very weak. When the boy saw that the baby was reacting, he leaned the bowl even more and sent more rice soup into his mouth. Unexpectedly, the baby choked out in one mouthful and spit out all the rice soup he had drunk before.

The boy quickly put down the bowl and patted the baby's back. After he calmed down, he fed the rice soup gently and bit by bit again. The baby burped gently, and gently replaced the wet quilt and put the sleeping baby on the bed.

The boy quietly closed the door with the changed quilt. He took the wooden basin, fed water, sat in front of the door and started scrubbing. The two small quilts, one red and the other yellow, were smooth and fine in his hands, like the wet hot spring water in spring. The mountain wind blew, and the dusk became thicker. The boy's heart was more and more confused, "Whose child is this? Why did he appear here?"

Hanging the quilt on the bamboo pole next to the grass pavilion, the boy silently served some leftover porridge for himself. The rice was very fragrant, it was the new rice he had harvested this year, but he was unwilling to eat it at this time. "Where did this child come from?" Judging from the situation, it seemed like he was thrown down from the top of the mountain. If it weren't for the deep grass and dense forests, something might have happened, but it wasn't like someone deliberately wanted to harm the child, wrapping it layer after layer. Isn't it just that the child was afraid of breaking it? There was no people in this deserted mountain, so how could a baby appear?

The night was shrouded in the mountains, and the sound of insects was rising and falling. Occasionally, birds flapped their wings and flew up in the mountain stream, causing several resounding resounding. The boy sorted out his hair, which was a little messy blown by the mountain wind, and lit a small oil lamp. The child in the room was full and slept soundly. The boy sat alone in the grass pavilion, under the dark night in the sky, under the light of a bean, with a complex expression on his face.

I don’t know when it was from that time or why, he lived in this barren mountain. He was fetching firewood, growing vegetables, washing clothes, building houses, weaving cloth, sewing clothes, watering gardens, farming, writing, and was very familiar with every tree and grass in the mountain. Except for insects, birds, rabbits, squirrels and some small animals in the mountain, they never met with others directly, nor had they talked to them.

It's strange that there are no large beasts in the mountain. The springs are clear, the fruits and vegetables are rich, and the seasons are like spring. There is no severe winter and hot summer. It is indeed a good place for life. However, when thinking about this, the young man frowned slightly again. He was the only one, and he didn't know the time, and no one shared the beautiful scenery. Sometimes, he was a little lonely. Although he was very satisfied with his current life, he seemed to be looking forward to something in his heart, not as if he was completely comfortable in the status quo.

If this child was thrown on this barren mountain by his parents or someone else because of some change, could he leave this child to accompany him? The corner of the boy's mouth moved slightly and his smile appeared. It turned out that the boy had a pair of shallow dimples when he smiled, and under his sparse eyebrows, his whole body became softer.

But if someone accidentally or has no choice or his enemies deliberately throw the baby down the mountain, the baby's parents and relatives are now looking for it in a hurry. What kind of heartbreak should it be? Life is worse than death?

After thinking for a while, the young man calmed down and decided to go down the mountain a little in the past few days to find out if anyone had lost his children in the surrounding mountains.

Since the boy has memories, he has never left here. For some reason, he neither wants to leave here nor expect here. He is looking forward to it. He doesn't want people outside to disturb him, and he seems to be eager for someone to come to find him, and he can't explain clearly. Now he is about to leave. Although he left for a short time and came back soon, the boy still sighed and got up to prepare a bamboo tube with water and some dry food for himself.
Chapter completed!