Yonghe Road

Chapter 51 Miracle
That night, Wang Zian witnessed the miracle of snow and also witnessed the miracle of a person.

At first, the snow fell sparsely, like fine grains of salt, dancing lightly in the night sky of Mount Taimu, like fragments of stars scattered from the sky, with a bit of mystery and agility.

Gradually, the snow became more and more violent, fluttering down and rushing to the ground.

As the first rays of the New Year's dawn arrived, the world discovered that Mount Taimu had transformed into a kingdom of ice and snow: the peaks resembled giants clad in silver armor, the trees were inlaid with crystal corals, and the rocks were gently wrapped in snow, appearing less cold and more gentle...

Humans, who had foresight, like explorers with a keen sense of smell, went up the mountain overnight with cameras.

They either carefully shoot videos, using the camera to capture every moment of snowfall, with the dancing snowflakes and snow-covered mountains all captured in the picture; or start live broadcasts, so that people from all over the world can appreciate the magnificent snow scene of Taimu Mountain at the same time.

The snow scene of Mount Taimu was spread online overnight, causing a huge response and attracting official cultural and tourism accounts at all levels.

Editors worked overtime on the first day of the Lunar New Year to compile exclusive news. The picturesque snowy scenery of Mount Taimu flooded everyone's mobile phone pages. The unique combination of ice, snow and rock captivated countless netizens, who left messages asking to meet at Taimu to enjoy this magnificent gift of nature. Some were already eager to take advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to buy train tickets to Mount Taimu...

People marvel at the charm of snow, and even more at the power of the Internet, which can make a mountain the focus of everyone's attention overnight, or make an unknown person a household name overnight.

That night, Chunshui stood on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, singing and trembling, and she could never have imagined that her fate would be rewritten from then on.

She just completed the performance smoothly with a nervous mood.

For her, this was a performance of special significance, as the singer originally scheduled to participate in the rehearsal was not her, but her teacher, the lead singer of the song and dance troupe. However, just like her encounter with her teacher on the day of Fengshan Ox-Relief Festival, which was full of magical stories, she was the one who finally took the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Standing on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and singing for the national audience, this is enough for Chunshui to thank her teacher for her support and the favor of fate from the bottom of her heart. She could never have imagined that fate would be so good to her and give her a miracle: her beautiful face and heavenly voice, after fermentation on the Internet, became famous all over the country overnight.

On the first day of the new year, Zhong Chunshui was still immersed in a sweet dream after completing the Spring Festival Gala performance when he was awakened by a phone call.

A journalist.

After that, Chunshui's phone was bombarded with calls for interviews...

What woke Wang Zian up was a call from Secretary Wang.

Wang Zian lay on a recliner at the service desk of the Starry Sky Campground and browsed his phone all night. He liked every video and every message of praise about Chunshui, and he couldn't suppress the upward smile on his lips. At dawn, he finally felt sleepy and took a nap when he was woken up by a call from Secretary Lao Wang.

"An An, you didn't come back all night, where did you go?"

On the other end of the phone, there are four ears standing upright.

Secretary Lao Wang put his cell phone on the coffee table in the living room, turned on the speakerphone, and after asking this question, he looked up at Ms. Bingfen beside him.

The couple exchanged glances, maintained the same bending posture, and looked at their phones at the same time, holding their breath and waiting for each other's answer.

"I'm in Taimu Mountain." Wang Zian answered truthfully on the other end of the phone.

"It's snowing, why are you going to Taimu Mountain?" Mr. and Mrs. Wang exclaimed at the same time.

"I'm with Ziqi."

As soon as Wang Zian finished speaking, Secretary Wang Kai was hit hard on the shoulder by Ms. Bingfen.

"What did I say? What did I say? You still don't believe me!"

Ms. Bingfen was so emotional that Secretary Wang Kai also panicked.

But it was snowing and the two were still on Mount Taimu, so we could only wait for them to come back.

"Wang Zian, get down the mountain immediately." Secretary Wang Kai issued an ultimatum to the person on the other end of the phone.

"I have to wait for Ziqi. I'll go down the mountain when he comes down." Wang Zian's answer naturally earned him another beating from Ms. Bingfen. He could only wail, "An An, if you don't come down the mountain, your mother will beat me to death..."

Ms. Bingfen covered Secretary Wang Kai's mouth with her hand in time, so that Wang Zian could only hear sobs on the other end of the phone.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Wang Zian asked curiously.

It was his mother, Ms. Bingfen, who answered him: "It's nothing. The roads are slippery due to the snow. Safety is the most important thing. Wait until the road is clear before going down the mountain."

At this point, safety is paramount. Ms. Bingfen believes that her mind is much clearer than Secretary Lao Wang's at the critical moment.

After Wang Zian hung up the phone call with his parents, he got up and went to find Zhong Ziqi and Xie Anmin.

It's dawn now, and it's time for the two of them to get up and enjoy the snow.

But they came back empty-handed, as the two had already left the room and went to enjoy the snow.

The reason why I didn't wait for Wang Zian was because I mistakenly thought that Wang Zian had gone down the mountain last night.

Zhong Ziqi and Xie Anmin walked down the mountain along the snow-covered path, stepping on the thick snow. When they were tired, they stopped to rest. Looking back, they saw their footprints all along the way.

Xie Anmin breathed in the air with the scent of ice and snow, feeling refreshed. She took out her cell phone from her bag, and Zhong Ziqi immediately said, "Let me take a picture for you."

Xie Anmin shook his head and said, "Let's take a photo together."

They have been in love for so long, but they have never had a photo together.

And the snow was involved in their first photo together in their lives.

Xie Anmin turned on the front camera and pulled Zhong Ziqi over. Behind them, the white snow covered the Couple Peak of Taimu Mountain in silver, and they were in the camera together.

"Legend has it that if a couple sees snow together, they will live together until old age." Xie Anmin said to Zhong Ziqi with a smile.

Zhong Ziqi trembled, his feet slipped and he almost fell. Fortunately, Xie Anmin pulled him up in time.

"Are you okay?" Xie Anmin asked.

Zhong Ziqi was fine, but the wonderful conversation they had just had ended. After they descended Mount Taimu, they discovered that there was no snow in the inhabited areas. This snow really belonged only to this mountain.

The sun had risen higher and even the snow on the mountains began to melt.

Snow is indeed a rare thing for this place, just as rare as love is for Zhong Ziqi.

"What other wishes do you have?" Zhong Ziqi asked Xie Anmin. He just wanted to make this relationship without regrets before the two of them parted.

Xie Anmin didn't think too much about it and said casually: "I also want to go to the place where you shook the bamboo when you were a child."

Secretary Wang Kai, riding the wave of the province's "Benefit Project," relocated entire villages, moving the inhabitants of more than a dozen natural villages down from the mountains. That was over 20 years ago, and I wonder if the roads leading to my hometown in the mountains are still there.

But Zhong Ziqi looked at Xie Anmin's burning gaze, and without saying a word, he pulled her up and left.

Ultimately, they were unable to climb the mountain. The road in the mountain no longer existed, buried under the dust of time and thriving vegetation.

Xie Anmin stopped his tired steps, leaned on Zhong Ziqi's shoulder, and asked him: "Why do you She people live in the mountains?"

Zhong Ziqi said: "When my father was alive, he told us that we She people are descendants of gods and immortals, so we live in the mountains..."

Zhong Ziqi stood on the hillside, looking in a familiar direction, feeling mixed emotions.