Before we knew it, it was dawn, and the two of them were still sleeping soundly with morning dew on their hair. The air in the mountains was refreshing, and the birds sing and the fragrance of flowers was like a paradise.

Chunlei woke up first, and she woke Liu Kunlun up and said, "Climbing three more mountains will be the top of corn."

Behind the undulating mountains is a mountain that looks like corn, which must be the hometown of Chunlei.

The two of them ate some dry food and started rushing to the road. Looking at the mountain, they ran to death as horses. They said it was true. Three mountains took three hours to walk, and finally arrived in front of the corn top, but saw a rope ladder leading to the clouds. The 90-degree cliff that Chunjiu mentioned was here.

"Why should I live in such a high mountain and move down there?" Liu Kunlun asked with his head raised. If he was a patient with acrophobia, he would have to get sick by just seeing this.

"I heard that the villagers here lived in the mountains in order to avoid war. After living for a long time, they became home and were reluctant to leave." Chunjiu said, "The government has also advised them, but it was useless. When the people in the village die one day, the place will be gone."

As he was speaking, footsteps came from behind him. It turned out that several villagers were going to go up here. They were all women, dressed in thirty years behind the times. They had old military uniforms, liberation shoes, and baskets of rattans on their backs. There was a woman carrying a baby on her back. They didn't recognize Chunlei. They thought that these two young people were cadres from the village to help them get help. After a few greetings, they wanted to help them carry their luggage, but Chunlei refused.

The women climbed up the rope ladder without any protection, without safety rope or safety belt, and climbed up the rope ladder easily. Chunlei carried her bags and climbed up the rope ladder. Liu Kunlun broke the back and felt up and down when he climbed, for fear that someone would fall off his head, but the climbers were more agile and neat than him.

The rope ladder does not go straight up and down for a few hundred meters, but there is a gentle slope to rest at a distance. Some sections of road are not that steep, but it is still very difficult to climb up. College students in the city, even if they have good physical fitness, cannot withstand this test.

Finally, I reached the top of the mountain and the corn was on the top. The terrain here is open and suitable for group living. The village is a scattered stone house with stone walls and stone roofs. Chunjue’s home is in the corner of the village, a simple three-yard courtyard. There is a straw shed outside the yard. Two pigs lie in the mud under the shed, but I didn’t see the legendary mad mother of Chunjue.

Chunjiu knocked on the door. After a long time, someone came slowly to open the door. In fact, the door was just a covert and it was not locked at all. Chunjiu was unwilling to go in directly. She subconsciously rejected the place and did not think she was a part of this family.

The person who came was wearing a tattered military uniform, wearing a blue cloth liberating hat, and limped around while walking. He could not tell that he had a relative relationship with Chunjiu, but Liu Kunlun knew that this was Chunjiu's father.

"Chun Nizi is back." Dad was very cold, opened the door and dragged his lame legs back.

"Where is my mother?" Chunjiu didn't call him dad and went straight to the point.

"Your mother is in the west room." Dad sat on the steps at the door, took out a cigarette pot and started smoking, using a fire knife and scythe instead of a lighter. He never looked at Liu Kunlun from beginning to end, nor asked who the young man was.

Chunjiu ran to the west room, and Liu Kunlun followed in. The room was too dark, with only a very small window that was transparent, and eyes needed to adapt to it for more than ten seconds to see clearly. A broken wooden bed with stones under the legs of the bed. The bedding on the bed was pitch black and exuded an unpleasant body odor. There was a newspaper on the wall, and the revolutionary slogans were vaguely visible. There was a person lying on the bed, describing his withered eyes, and he must be Chunjiu's mother.

"Mom!" Chunjiu shouted and choked up.

My mother was not dead yet, and she grinned and silly when she heard her daughter's call.

Chunlei lifted the quilt and a stench filled the air. The abscesses grew in various parts of my mother's body and had rotten, and her bones were as thin as a living skeleton. There was a broken bowl at the head of the bed, which contained cold corn paste.

Chunji turned around and took out the chocolate from the bag and peeled it: "Mom, eat candy, the sugar outside is so delicious."

My mother took a bite and took another bite. Although she was crazy, she could still tell the sweetness.

"Brother Kunlun, I want to take my mother away." Chunjiu didn't cry, and her tone was firm.

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Liu Kunlun said that through the narrow window, he had seen some villagers gathered at the entrance of the courtyard, all of whom were silent men.

The villagers who my father called were not here to find trouble. On the contrary, they warmly welcomed Liu Kunlun. The neighbors brought tables, chairs, benches, cups, plates, bowls, chopsticks, killed a chicken, fried eight eggs, and a jar of corn wine, which was made from home.

Men with status in the village came to accompany the guests. Chunjiu's father was busy organizing and didn't talk much. Eight people were made on a large table, all of whom were over 40 years old. They were drinking and smoking, talking, and the most knowledgeable one was just to go to the county. When they talked about it, they were all old stories. Liu Kunlun did not show his sharpness. On the contrary, he pretended to be a ignorant college student, and he had a poor alcohol tolerance. He couldn't speak clearly after two glasses of corn wine.

The villagers quickly used spirits to bring down the foreigner boy. The next thing was the housework of the old Miao family, but they did not leave the seat, but watched the fun with their cigarette puffs in their arms. Liu Kunlun, who was drunk as mud, lay aside without anyone caring about it.

This was the first time Chunjiu competed with her father head-on. She opened her travel bag, took out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table, and said calmly: "Leave the money, I will take it away by mom."

Dad was smoking a cigarette, and he could see that he was a simple-minded and unspeakable person. Such people would only solve complex problems in the roughest way.

Sure enough, my father didn't go around the corner and replied very neatly: "If you don't win, don't leave. I'll tell you my dear and you'll receive the bride price."

Chunjiu was stunned: "When is it happening? Why don't I know?"

"What happened when you were in school," said Dad.

"This is an arranged marriage, a person who sells people, and it is illegal!" Chunjiu said angrily, "You are breaking the law!"

The villagers looked at her insensitively, and no one helped her speak.

"I will pay them back the bride price. I will give you all the money you want. I will take my mother away!" Chunlei was determined.

My father took a puff of cigarette and kowtowed on the soles of his shoes, his face as cold as a stone: "It's not a matter of money, I promised others that I can't go back on my word, this is face."

Chunjiu was furious and took out her cell phone to call the police. There was no signal in the mountains. The villagers watched coldly, but still said nothing.

"I'm already married and can't get married again." Chunjiu realized that this was in the deep mountains of the emperor, and the law and police were invalid here, so she could only convince people with reason.

This excuse really made my father a little embarrassed. He pretended to be some tobacco again, frowned and slapped for a while, and nugged his mouth at the drunk Liu Kunlun: "This young man?"

"Yes, this is my man." Chunjiu replied with her arms. Since she was a child, her father has been a symbol of violence and cruelty in her heart. It is the heaven of the family, which determines the fate of her and her mother. Now she has finally grown up and has the ability to fight against her father. This feeling is very refreshing.

But my father obviously didn't think so. Although this question was really a headache, he frowned and asked a few questions, such as whether you two had slept or had you ever had a baby. Chunjiu told my father that we were officially registered for marriage and protected by law. Although there were no babies for the time being, they were soon there.

"It's okay without a child." Dad finally made the decision and pointed at Liu Kunlun with a tobacco pipe. "He turned around and threw the young man down the cliff, and said he accidentally fell down in the middle of the night." When he said this, he did not have any emotional fluctuations, as if he was throwing away not a living person, but a thing.

Chunji took a breath, and his father said that it was so common to harm people's lives, and the villagers were used to it, and they nodded secretly and looked very convinced.

This is not my hometown, this is a magic cave!

Liu Kunlun, who had been pretending to be asleep, couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to throw his son-in-law into the valley to feed the wolf. This father was indeed cruel, so he didn't need filial piety and treated him as an enemy.

The son-in-law, who was drunk by corn wine, stood up and stretched: "Oh, this wine is so good, Chunlei, how long have I slept?"

"It's not long before my father was thinking about harming you." Chunjiu certainly knew Liu Kunlun's alcohol tolerance and his methods. She now wished that Brother Kunlun would beat the whole village to vent his anger, especially this father, who had to touch his body with his fists to touch this ugly soul.

"What are you talking nonsense about Chunjiu? Dad is not that kind of person. Besides, we have to be reasonable. Even if it is a remote mountain village, it is the place where Confucius has walked, and we have to pay for benevolence, righteousness and morality. We have never been accustomed to anyone. If you kill someone and pay for your life, you will be owed debts and pay for money. Besides, Chunjiu is not unfilial. She gives money, is it enough to give 100,000 yuan enough? Is it enough to buy a house in the county town, take away my mother and marry a new one for you?" Liu Kunlun said in a mess, and his father's cold face never changed his expression.

"Let's stay first." Dad finally spoke. After saying that, he got up and left, with his hands behind his back, and walked out of the gate. With a bang, he locked his daughter and son-in-law in the yard.

The villagers also dispersed.

The mountain wind is still howling.

...

At Xiaonan Building, Huluya Township Guesthouse, at 12 noon, the waiter cleaned the room and found that three people from the security department were handcuffed into the house. The two residents ran away without checking out.

The waiter did not have the keys to handcuffs, so he took out the smelly socks from the section chief's mouth first. The security chief said in a furious manner: "Hurry up, go find Director Wang."

Director Wang is the director of the township police station. After receiving the call, he quickly appeared on the scene. He used his handcuff key to open the three people and asked about the whole story. The section chief said with certainty that he must be a fugitive. I just checked the room and he would suddenly hurt people, and he would definitely be in charge of the matter.

"Let me check the accommodation registration." Director Wang did not believe his one-sided words. There was Liu Kunlun's ID number on the accommodation registration book and entered the computer to check. He was not a wanted criminal, but no matter how he beat the security personnel and robbed police weapons and handcuffed people privately. This is a crime.

Walking with that young man was Miao Chunjiu from Zhumiding Village, which was easy to deal with. Director Wang called the Zhumiding Village Committee. Although Zhumiding cannot connect to the road, it is still a telephone line built by the province to them at all costs, in order to meet the political requirement of "village-to-village phone calls" in the province.

The village committee of Baomiding Village is located at the village director's home. He is an old man who works as a soldier and the most prestigious man in the village. The phone call from the village made him alert.

"Okay, Director Wang, I have a clear idea, I will do it once." The village chief hung up the phone, put on his coat and went out, summoning more than a dozen men, including Chunjiu's father. The young men in the village basically went out to work, leaving only half-old men over fifty years old and men with inconvenient legs and feet.
Chapter completed!