Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2388: Night in Changxia Mountain (Part 1)

Chapter 2394 Night in Changxia Mountain (Part 1)

Changxia Mountain is not a well-known large-scale scenic spot, but more like a back mountain shared by only one or two cities. There are forests and lakes on the mountain. It seems that it is not qualified to be beautiful in the world. It is a bit unfair to say that it is ordinary.

When it comes to investment and development in Changxia Mountain, it seems that they have the same mentality as the nearby tourists who come here to visit. They are unwilling to spend a lot of money and are unwilling to stay for a long time - because there will always be a better place to go in the future.

Because Changxia Mountain has always been in a semi-developed state, the camping houses in the mountain are all privately invested houses, scattered in various types and scattered in the lakeside forest area, sometimes for more than a dozen It takes a minute's drive to see the next camping house.

The room booked by Fuxiluo's parents is a two-story wooden house with only two bedrooms. Looking from the balcony, through the sky cut by green branches and leaves, one can see the lake in the distance. Sparkling, fragmented ripples of light.

“It’s good to experience nature once in a while. Look how nice the weather is today!”

After my mother entered the mountain, her mood improved a lot. After placing the things, she said as if she had won: "Your father won't come, it's his loss. We, mother and son, can live happily without him." Birthday passed."

It’s not difficult to “spend a birthday”, but “spend a birthday happily” sounds particularly tiring.

Fu Xiluo said "hmm" and looked at the broken lake light between the woods, like a traveler who was about to start a long journey, silently gathering strength for the next day.

That afternoon, he followed his mother and walked through the mountains and forests along the hiking route; the two stopped at the other end of the lake, ate their own lunch by the lake, and rented a small boat to swim on the lake... ... Fu Xilao remembered that he had laughed while on the hiking trail, putting his fingers into the cool lake water, and his shoulders were warmed by the sun.

When we were on the boat, my mother said proudly: "Look, you can also have a lot of fun when you come to Changxia Mountain? Are you right? Contact with the real environment is not much better than those fake things. ."

Fu Xiro said "hmm" again.

Not unhappy - not really happy either.

Walking, eating, talking, laughing... are just actions; just like the questions on the test paper, after completing one, do the next. The reason why he does it is just because he needs to do it, not because there is any benefit from doing it. What's the meaning.

It seems that there is a very small version of myself, sinking deep in the body, extremely exhausted, and falling asleep.

The sun shining down, the rice **** being lifted up, the waves breaking through the boat... were all a dream far away from him. The only difference is that to maintain this dream, you need to draw on his physical strength.

When he was finally able to sit down in the mountain restaurant, Fusiro almost suspected that he would fall apart in his chair.

"Are you tired?" My mother laughed at herself, "Me too. I sit in an office all year round and lack exercise. My legs are now weak and I can't stand up."

When dinner was about to end, she lowered her voice again and said a little embarrassedly: "Can we cut the cake when we get back?"

Fu Xiro raised his eyes in confusion.

"It would have been great if your dad had come to celebrate your birthday as a family of three. But now that he doesn't come, we are cutting cakes in the restaurant, orphans and widowers, and people will think you don't have a dad..." The mother was a little embarrassed and a little unhappy, "It will be the same when we get back. Besides, the birthday present is also in the camping house."

It makes no difference to Fusiro when to cut the cake, or whether to cut it at all.

He followed his mother obediently out of the restaurant, got in the car, and returned to the camping house; his mother was much more interested than him, and she hurriedly took out the cake, lit the candles, and sang songs... In short, It’s the same routine for birthday celebrations.

The moment the mother pressed the plastic knife into the cake, her cell phone rang sharply and urgently.

"Is that your dad?" She put down the knife and hurriedly went to get her cell phone. "He still knows how to come!"

However, the name on the screen was obviously not his father; the mother was startled, answered the phone, stood up, and walked to the balcony. "...Sister Chunyi?"

That seems to be the name of my aunt - Ansi's mother.

Fusiro was lying on the table, resting his chin on his arm. The white cake occupied a large part of his field of vision; the other small part was his mother's back as she spoke in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Her initial confusion was quickly replaced by some mixed emotions that Fu Xiro had never heard before. She seemed to be nervous, angry, and scared, and her voice was slightly hoarse. Trembling: "...Really? I always thought - you say slowly - OK, OK, where are you now?"

Fu Xiro straightened her back.

Of course he couldn't hear anything except his mother's voice; but he couldn't help but think of the last time when Anji, who was covered in bloodstains, suddenly visited.

"I know, I'll go down the mountain to pick you up now," the mother said, looking back at Fusiro in annoyance, and pointed at the cake, as if to let him eat it by himself. "No...it's okay, I'm a kid. There will be many birthdays in the future, and it's all over."

She grabbed the car keys, and at the last moment when she left the house, Fusillo vaguely heard her say: "You hide here for the night, and tomorrow -"

The words after the word "tomorrow" were cut off by the bang when the door closed.

Fu Xiro sat at the table blankly, and after a few seconds, he walked to the balcony.

The dark and heavy winter quilt was now thickly covering the mountain forest, and the fragmentary lake light in the distance had long since disappeared into the dark night. The electric light buzzed overhead; outside the screen, hovering were a few hot, blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The door of the camping house was pushed open hard again - Fu Xiluo was startled, turned around and saw that the person entering the door was his mother.

Perhaps for the first time in her life, her mother did not focus on Fusiro immediately after entering the room.

"Sit down first." She closed the door behind her aunt and pulled a single sofa closer, as if these few steps were also a short journey for her aunt. "How are you?"

Aside from her pale complexion and messy hair, my aunt looked the same as before; it was just a little strange that she was wearing a thin coat with long sleeves and a stand-up collar, even though it was late summer.

Before answering, my aunt glanced in the direction of Fu Xilao - and then her mother seemed to remember it, and turned to him and shouted: "Go inside and read a book!"

Fu Xilao did not enter the house. After he went upstairs, he sat behind the corner of the stairs and listened with bated breath to the whispered conversations downstairs.

"I always thought he only beat Xiao Si," my mother whispered, "I really didn't notice it at all before, I didn't know at all... I thought you two were pretty good..."

My aunt moved rustlingly, and after two seconds, my mother took a breath.

"I used to pick up pillows and throw them on my head. I fell to the ground with stars in my eyes, and there wasn't even a red mark on my head. Or they hit me in the stomach through the quilt...it didn't leave any injuries. I couldn't do anything. I dare not say it. This time... because I insisted on sending Ansi away~IndoMTL.com~ and not letting her come back..."

She sobbed and cried softly. "This time I am really afraid that he will beat me to death..."

"You hide for one night, we will go back tomorrow, go to the hospital, call the police..."

In the aunt's weak "but", my mother hurriedly said half-way and remembered, "By the way, I have to call Laofu to let him be mentally prepared."

Perhaps so that his aunt could hear him, when his father said "hello", Fusiro found that his mother was using the hands-free speakerphone.

"Listen to me, Sister Chunyi is here with me now-" Mother started, but was interrupted.

"Oh, she really went to your place?"

The living room of the camping house suddenly fell into silence.

After a second or two, my mother asked in a low voice: "What do you mean by that?"

"My brother-in-law called me before," the father on the phone said loudly, "and said that they had a quarrel and that my sister got angry and left, possibly to find you. He asked me where you were. I sent him the camping house address."

After a pause, he said: "Where is my sister? No matter how much the quarrel is, we can't run away from home."

The mother may have complained and questioned, but before she could say anything, the door of the camping house was slammed hard.

"Brothers and sisters!" A rough voice called outside the door.

Fu Xiluo jumped up.

He remembered that his mother did not lock the door after entering the door just now.

Obviously this chapter is relatively short, but it still took so long and I revised it back and forth several times. It’s really a big loss! The trump card is about to be played, so I have to be careful when writing... In fact, in the name Fu Xiluo, the surname is Fu, not necessarily, but I am too lazy to give his father another name, so I just call him Fu.

ps: I write in a steady stream, and I can still write two chapters, hehehehe.

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