Volume 2 Cold Dew Chapter 9: Suffering a loss
The next morning, Jiang You, carrying a 70L mountaineering bag, went downstairs to have breakfast with Jiang Mo, who was wearing a red windbreaker.
Zhao De glanced at the trekking pole hanging on his bag.
Jiang Mo saw Ma Tuan curled up in the corner. He got down from the chair, walked over and squatted down.
Ma Tuan meowed.
Zhao De walked over to Jiang You's table and sat down. He watched Jiang You peel a tea egg and throw it into the porridge, then gulp down half a bowl of it with pickled mustard tuber.
"He doesn't want to eat?" Zhao De asked.
"I got up and had a cup of hot milk and a few cookies."
"That's not enough."
"I brought energy bars and chocolate , and other snacks."
"You came to Yinyan Mountain because you heard some legend, right?" Zhao De asked tentatively.
Tang Butian came down from upstairs. She tied her hair up, changed into outdoor gear, and still held the wooden sword in her hand.
She sat down on Jiang You's right hand side and asked, "What legend?"
"That's good," Zhao De heaved a sigh of relief.
He stood up, brought a bowl of porridge and a plate of side dishes and placed them in front of Tang Butian.
After sitting down again, he said, “Since March this year, travelers have occasionally said that they dreamed of a holy spring of water while camping in the mountains.”
"Then what?"
"Although everyone says it is Ruimeng, this mountain..." Zhao De pondered for a moment, "I calculated the time, and Ruimeng appeared just after that incident."
Tang Butian took a sip of porridge and asked, "What's that?"
Zhao De glanced at Jiang Mo, and Jiang Mo touched Ma Tuan's head, and they seemed to be getting along very harmoniously.
"An entrepreneur in Tangjiang committed suicide in Yinyan Mountain."
"I seem to have heard that he owes more than 300 million yuan, his wife ran away, and his child is not his own."
"He stayed at my place and paid for three days. On the third day, when I went to his room, I saw a suicide note he had left on the bedside table, so I called the police."
Jiang You peeled another egg and took a bite. "What kind of person is he?"
"He's very nice and enthusiastic. You wouldn't have guessed that so much had happened to him. At the time, a girl in the store had a high fever, and he braved the rain to take her to the hospital. I only found out about what happened to him later," Zhao De sighed. "I thought at the time, if I talked to him more, would he change his mind? I saw in the reports that he had an old mother at home, waiting for him to come home."
“Are you afraid of this mountain?”
Zhao De shook his head. “I have been at the foot of Yinyan Mountain for more than 20 years. I am in awe of it.”
"Don't worry, we'll just take him out to relax, let him have fun in the snow, throw snowballs and stuff. We don't believe in feudal superstitions." Jiang You took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Zhao De stood up and walked back behind the counter. "Are you coming back tonight?"
"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Zhao De looked at Jiang You quietly, "If you guys don't come back the day after tomorrow, I'll call the police."
Jiang You stood up and said, "Jiang Mo, let's go."
Zhao De saw the boy stand up, and when Jiang You walked to him, he reached out and grabbed Jiang You's hand.
Tang Butian followed behind them.
Zhao De's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Tang Butian's hand.
Meow.
After Jiang You and the other two left, Ma Tuan cried out twice, then jumped back onto the counter and coiled up into a ball.
The inn is very close to the cable car departure station.
They arrived early and quickly got in line for the cable car.
While wandering around, Jiang You took out his mobile phone, took a few photos outside and posted them on his Moments.
Then he searched the two keywords "Yinyan Mountain" and "Shenquan" on Baidu.
I clicked on a travel note on the search results page. The author described his experiences and dreams in beautiful words. He said that he felt very comfortable after waking up, and his rhinitis was cured without treatment. Below the travel note, many people said they had the same experience.
Jiang You forwarded the link to Tang Butian.
After getting off the cable car, Jiang You leaned on the railing of the observation deck and took a breath. "I think I'm a little afraid of heights and have some altitude sickness."
He took out a bottle of water from his backpack and drank a sip, then took out an oxygen bottle and took a sip.
"What do you think that Ruimeng is?"
"Rui Meng?" Jiang You shook the water bottle. "Is it a dream or an illusion? Is it a holy spring or a stinking ditch?"
Raindrops were falling from the sky.
"Where are we going?" Tang Butian asked.
"Go a little higher," Jiang You pointed upwards, "After we reach the rocky slope, we'll walk up from the back. If everything goes well, we'll reach the place where Chen Zikai jumped in about three hours. The altitude there is about 4,800 meters."
Jiang You took another breath of oxygen and looked at Jiang Mo, "How about you carry the backpack?"
The tourists who passed by him looked at him strangely.
After resting for about ten minutes, Jiang You took out his trekking pole and took Tang Butian and Jiang Mo away from the main group and climbed up from the fork in the road.
An hour later, they reached the rocky slope.
The rain gradually got heavier.
The wind was howling.
The sky darkened, like night.
Visibility became extremely low and the ground became increasingly slippery.
Jiang Mo suddenly stopped.
Tang Butian stared at Jiang Mo's movements.
Jiang You took out an oxygen tank from his backpack and took a few breaths of oxygen.
He handed Tang Butian a bottle of mineral water and an energy bar.
Tang Butian said: "I don't need it."
“The sense of ritual is very important.”
Tang Butian took it.
Jiang You drank half a bottle of water, ate an energy bar and two pieces of chocolate.
Jiang Mo closed his eyes, and transparent silk threads spread outward, passing through the raindrops and through the snow.
He frowned suddenly.
Then he stomped his feet, opened his eyes, and jumped up, each time more than ten meters high. After a few jumps, the red dot disappeared from his sight.
"What's wrong with him?" Tang Butian asked.
"Maybe he suffered a little loss and wants to get back at his lord."
In the Banmi Sunshine Inn, Ma Tuan walked to the door.
"Ma Tuan?" Zhao De called out.
He walked towards the door.
Ma Tuan turned his head and glanced at Zhao De. Then he bent his body and flew out, leaving an afterimage in Zhao De's eyes.
