There are immortals on Yulin Mountain.

? Although I am stupid, I am not a fool. I know they think I'm a fool, too. Can't talk, laugh all day, and often fool around with fools. But most people just take it for granted that he wants to think, and no one wants to explore a person who has no right to speak. But I'm not stupid, at least I don't think there are immortals on Yulin Mountain like a fool.

? There are not many families in this remote town. Basically, they all live in a diaojiao building near the river, which goes along Zhangjiang to the end of the town. This is a Kannonji. Temple-keepers live on the other side of Kannonji, with high stone dikes facing each other and an iron cable bridge built in the middle. This is the only bridge in town. There is a mountain pass at the bend of the river about two or three kilometers down from Kannonji. Yulinshan and Jinfengshan face each other across Zhangjiang. Wild apricot trees grow at the foot of the mountain, so it is called apricot bay. It is said that Yulin Mountain and Jin Fengshan are a couple, which my mother overheard when she told the children next door. She wins the children's love very easily, and then sometimes she can assign them to do her little errands, but she never tells me this.

? Only when I opened the window of Linjiang, there was an unclear cry from the opposite side. I looked at him through the long blue-green river with a little effort. The fool on the other side peed in the river under his shack and jumped up stupidly when he saw me. I waved to him and then put my mother's face washing water into the river. When I was about to close the window, the fool was just on the slate. He has been lying down and drinking water from the river.

? "Hu three! Hu San! " While I was still washing dishes, the fool had rowed his boat to the shore below my wooden building. Hu San should be my name, I can't remember it clearly. Only fools call me an old mute. When all the children my age changed from babbling to laughing, and I remained silent, people gradually called me an old mute. At first, I was joking. My occupation of hanging out with fools all day is to wander on the river or on the mountain. When I went downstairs to the shore, he sat next to a piece of bird droppings, picked a cucumber from a nearby vegetable field and crunched it in his mouth.

? We supported the boat to drift downstream. The rivers in this area are always quieter than me. The fool lay prone on the boat and stretched out his chapped hand to play with water. Occasionally, when they see some small fish pointing at the water, they complain to me. Sometimes it's hot and they fall down while playing. There is almost no water by the river, and fools are no exception, although I am quite surprised. After Kannonji, I saw that the terraces on the gentle slopes on both sides of the bank were covered with rape, and layers of yellow rape flowers scattered along the waves on the hillside. A white dove flew out of Xinglin Mountain Pass, and the song of Trident bird flowed into the river from the bamboo forest on the hillside. The wings of butterflies on cauliflower aroused the breath of the whole town. It's not once or twice. On this river, fools always suddenly quiet down, and then a gesture tells me not to move: "Listen! The gods are talking, and the gods on Yulin Mountain are talking! " A few years ago, I also listened with my ears slightly upright, and gradually I realized that he was a fool after all. Where there is no fairy, I must stay still at the moment, because he is there listening to the voice of the fairy. Anyway, I am a mute, and I can't quarrel with him after all.

? Drifting slowly to the pass of Xingziwan, I saw a large area of apricot flowers in the wild apricot forest, and the pink apricot flowers gradually climbed up Yulin Mountain. A fool's persistent fairy lives in this mountain. I pointed to the mountain and motioned for him to see the fairy. He came to the party. We picked two handfuls of apricot flowers and headed for the mountain. Soon he disappeared. Often, he goes to see his fairy. I'm picking a wild vegetable that was only born here. When I came down with wild vegetables in my arms, the fool was sleeping under an apricot tree, and some petals fell on his dirty clothes and long hair. It seems that this apricot tree hasn't aged for many years. There are always endless flowers, sour apricots and big fools who can't get rid of them. Kicked him, he sat up with a grunt and laughed. "Go! Hu San, go! Go home! " If I can talk, I really want to make fun of him. The gods won't let you live. On second thought, he was just a fool. After all, I can't talk.

? Back in town, the afterglow was sprinkled on a row of wooden houses on the bank of the fool's house. The dark brown wooden houses were already old. A fool's house is the most shabby. Visible to the naked eye, the board has been tilted. After years of floods and sun exposure, several columns outside the first floor were also seriously damaged. At this time, his elderly mother was washing clothes on the big stone board and saw us without saying a word. After all, there is nothing to communicate with a dumb fool, I will only laugh silently. Suddenly, my mother put her head out of my window and shouted at me on the river, "You are so stupid, you leave home every day and fool around with fools!" " Hit those wild vegetables that kill people, don't throw them into the water! Come back and cook! "

? Someone in the town married a daughter-in-law to make wine, and both fools and I are very keen. After all, eating and drinking are delicious for two days. We crouched beside the big steamer burning firewood not far from the gate of the yard, and the smell of steamed pork with millet floated out of the steamer, which made me and the fool drool. Uncle Li, who added firewood, just bragged there and told me and a fool to light a fire and make me sweat, but I didn't want to leave here for the smell. Far away, I saw a group of people surrounded by the groom carrying the bride. At the gate of the yard, I have set up a bar and waited for them to have a drink before putting it in. Everyone around us laughed and joked, louder and louder. A fool is also very happy, laughing as if he had married his wife. Although I didn't make a sound at all, I managed to squeeze through and saw my happy and shy new wife. Her black hair was very complicated, her golden hairpin was wearing a red dress, and her white hand gently held a small glass. The intoxicating blush bloomed on her cheeks, which was very touching. Back to the steamer, I feel that steamed pork with millet is not fragrant. I am so envious. I decided to marry a daughter-in-law like that.

? Marrying a wife is a big undertaking, and it costs a lot of money to treat people. I want to be ready one by one. First of all, the most important thing is firewood. That day, I saw Wang Shuhe Li Shu cooking all kinds of banquet dishes on one wall of his house, and used up all the firewood. This shows that firewood is necessary, and I can't mix with fools anymore. I have to find firewood to cut and put away. Fools sometimes throw some rotten trees at my door crazily. For many days, people passing by the town often ask me why I chop wood every day. I don't know how to express it I can only make a gesture of combing my long hair, indicating that I am going to find a barber, that is, a daughter-in-law. Those young people in the town always come to ask me questions, and then they always laugh at me and compare their thumbs to say yes or no at all, but I don't think there is any appreciation in that smile.

? I searched everywhere for a lot of things to put at home all summer. Although my mother always scolds me for picking them up as garbage, it is still a small achievement, at least much more practical than a fool looking for a fairy. It's late autumn now, and the leaves of the acacia tree at the door have fallen out. I just remembered that I haven't seen a fool for a long time. I'm going to invite him to see my wife's legacy. Even if he doesn't understand, I wish I had someone to show off. I never thought that the fool was ill, lying on the black sheets, his face sallow, and the whole person was so thin. He will be unhappy when he sees me. His name is Hu San. He looks tired and sleepy. I can only watch him from the bedside. I heard his mother talking to his relatives outside. It turned out that some time ago, the fool couldn't eat much, and one day he fainted. Seeing that he was going to die, his eldest brother quickly asked someone to pull him to a city beyond several mountains where we had never been to see a doctor. It is said that it can't be cured, and the medicine for relieving it is expensive, so there is nothing we can do at home. The running water outside the window is still leisurely, the wooden house has gradually groaned, and the fool on the bed is quiet. I feel so trance, I didn't expect it at all. Is the fool going to die?

? It was extremely cold and the wind began to blow. Sometimes the river is foggy in the morning, but only the river is warmer. At this time of year, I can go up the mountain with fools to shoot wild persimmons, which is very eye-catching and easy to find. There is not a leaf on the bare branch, only the red transparent little persimmon hangs around. But this year I can only pick them myself and give them to him. I often go to see a fool, and now he often washes his pants covered with feces on the big stone board. He is getting dirtier and stinking, and he can't control his urine and urine more and more. Not only is it not in the right place, but it is often in his pants. His eldest brother has to beat him up and yell at him to wash it here. Sometimes he will call me Hu San and tell me that I have heard the voice of the gods again. Whenever this time, I always try my best to silently echo him, as if I had also communicated with the gods. I happened to see the messy pile of firewood on the side of the house, and it suddenly occurred to me that the fool had not married his wife yet. In this town, all boys will have a daughter-in-law when they grow up, but I don't have one with a fool. With the loneliness and loneliness like a river, I can't help feeling sorry for the fool.

? As the autumn chill deepened, the leaves of Sophora japonica fell off completely, and the fool died. He on the big stone, he on the small broken boat, he in the water, the only person in this town who often talks to the dumb, all disappeared. I will never see him dirty and smelly again, and no one will call my name again. I became a real mute. I finally took a walk in Zhangjiang on a cold day. No matter how much firewood I save, I can't find a wife. No girl in town wants to get close to me and talk to me. I'm just a stupid fool.

? Winter goes and summer comes, and apricot blossoms bloom and fade. I always see fools. I can see him riding the clearest river to the mountain pass and to the infinite downstream where we have never set foot. Just like the whisper of the sun on the river, I always hear the gods crying on Yulin Mountain.