The Paranoid Man Fished Out of the River

[Next article, "The Man Bows His Head", look forward to collecting it] When Ah Luo fished Xu Heng out of the cold river, she just thought she had picked up trouble. The man was injured and sick, eating up her food reserves and using up her medicinal herbs, forcing her to travel even harder over the mountains. Later, even though he was lame, he followed her, his eyes firmly locked on hers, and he followed her through the forest and wading in the water. In the silence of the night, his voice was very soft: "When I finish my revenge... Can I come back to you?" A'luo listened to the mountain wind whistling outside and thought of the warm breath next to her when she woke up. "As you wish," she said. The pursuers came suddenly, and he asked her to go first, saying he would come later. But she waited for three days at Yingzui Cliff, and spent a month traveling hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers. In the end, she only found dried blood and a blood-stained rag by the river. She began to throw dead branches into the cane basket, one, two... Until the branches overflowed into the basket and piled up into a hill. Mountain flowers bloomed and fell, and she thought that that person was probably like the fog in the mountain stream. Once it dispersed, he would never come back. But he came back anyway. With blood that cannot be washed away, and a pair of eyes that are more stubborn than before. No matter how she drives him away, he guards her as if he has taken root. He said he had nowhere to go, begging her to like him, begging her to love him. Later that stormy morning, he bumped into her packed luggage. ——She wants to disappear into the vast mountains that raised her. Xu Heng, who has always been stubborn but gentle, went completely crazy. He ignored the dangers of the mountain path, braved his injuries, and forcibly dragged her down the mountain in the wind and rain. On the muddy mountain road, he knelt on the ground, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and the other hand went up from the chest, holding her shoulders and burying her more tightly in his arms, as if this could fill the black hole in his heart. "I know... I just know..." There was an almost desperate certainty in his sobs, "You must not want to wait for me anymore... You must be... Leaving me behind again..." #I will use dead branches to count my farewells, and your blood will pave the way home# Intention: Love is never forgotten