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Several people were resting under the shed, and one of them, a girl wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, was bending over tying her shoelaces.

Su Wanci slowed her pace by a beat. She glanced at the girl, then quickly looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's gaze wasn't on her. But he was looking in that direction.

His gaze fell on the old popsicle.

Su Wanci bit her lip and remained silent.

After passing the supply station, she glanced back at Chen Mo, whose gaze had already returned to the stone steps.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"What were you looking at just now?"

"Watch where you're going."

"You've been looking at the road for so long?"

"The road is long."

Su Wanci didn't press for details, but a very small voice was whispering in her heart.

You're lying. She knew he was looking at the road because his gaze was indeed on the stone steps.

But she didn't know if he had any peripheral vision when he looked at the stone steps, or if his peripheral vision had been slightly off-target.

After walking a while longer, a couple appeared ahead of us.

The girls wore denim mini-skirts and off-the-shoulder tops, while the boys wore shorts and slippers.

The two walked hand in hand in front; the girl's skirt was very short and billowed in the wind.

Su Wanci's gaze was fixed on the dress, like a cat staring at a mouse.

She took two quick steps forward, walked in front of Chen Mo, and then suddenly stopped.

Chen Mo almost bumped into her, then stopped. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Su Wanci turned around to face him and walked backwards upstairs.

"I just wanted to see where your eyes were looking when you walked."

Chen Mo looked into her eyes.

"Put it on you."

Su Wanci's face turned red instantly, from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, and from the tips of her ears to her cheeks, like a flower completing the entire process from bud to bloom in three seconds.

She didn't turn around, and continued walking backwards.

You're lying.

"I'm not lying."

Chen Mo's gaze remained fixed on her face, never wavering.

"Then what you just did—"

"I was looking at an old-fashioned popsicle just now."

Su Wanci was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"The old popsicle from the supply station." Chen Mo's tone was flat, so flat that there was no room for him to feel guilty.

"I wanted to eat it, but I was too embarrassed to say so."

Su Wanci stared at him with wide eyes for three seconds.

Then she laughed, laughing so hard she bent over, and had to hold onto the stone wall beside her to avoid falling to the ground.

"You...you want an ice pop? Just say so! You've been staring at me for so long, I thought you were looking at something else!"

"I wasn't staring at people, I was staring at the popsicle."

"You're facing someone!"

"Since someone is standing in front of the popsicle, I can't exactly ask them to move aside so they can see it."

Su Wanci laughed even harder, until tears streamed down her face.

She wiped her eyes, looked at Chen Mo's innocent face, and the jealousy in her heart dissipated instantly, like a piece of ice falling into hot water.

With a "whoosh," everything was gone.

She turned around, climbed a few steps, stopped, turned back and shouted at him.

"Chen Mo, when we get to the next supply station, I'll buy you an old-fashioned popsicle."

"I have to see what flavor it is."

"You're picky about taste?"

"I don't eat milk-flavored food."

Why?

"The milk flavor is too rich."

Su Wanci glared at him, then continued climbing.

Her mood suddenly improved, and her steps became much lighter.

After walking for a while, we encountered more hikers ahead.

There was a group of college-aged boys and girls wearing matching white T-shirts, as if it were an activity of some kind of club.

Their T-shirts were printed with the words "Climb Mount Tai, and you'll see the world from a high vantage point," and some of them were holding flags that read "Mountaineering Club of XX University."

They saw Chen Mo and Su Wanci but didn't recognize them—it was dark, the streetlights were dim, Chen Mo was wearing a hat, and Su Wanci had her hair tied up.

But one of the girls noticed that Chen Mo was carrying a guitar.

Yes, Chen Mo brought his guitar, which he brought from West Lake, saying he wanted to use it for recording.

The guitar was packed in a black guitar case, bulging like its shell.

"You brought your guitar up the mountain?" the girl asked.

Chen Mo glanced at her. "Mm."

Are you a singer?

"no."

"Then you are—"

"Tourists."

The girl smiled and didn't press the matter. She turned and followed the group, glancing back at Chen Mo before leaving. She felt he looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.

After passing the group of college students, the stone steps became steeper.

Su Wanci slowed her pace and her breathing became heavier.

Chen Mo walked behind and saw her slightly bent over, supporting herself on her knees as she climbed up, looking like a frail old lady.

"Rest when you're tired."

"Not tired." Su Wanci gritted her teeth and climbed another dozen or so steps before stopping and leaning against a crooked tree to catch her breath.

"...I might need to take a break."

Chen Mo didn't say "I told you not to rest earlier," nor did he say "I'll carry you."

He simply found a flat stone nearby.

He wiped the dust off the stone surface with his sleeve, then sat down and patted the spot next to him.

Su Wanci walked over and sat down.

The night breeze carried the scent of pine needles, the hustle and bustle of the distant city lights, and the slightly warm body temperature of the two people.

She leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder and closed her eyes.

As they talked and laughed, they unknowingly arrived at the South Heavenly Gate.

Nantianmen is a dividing point on Mount Tai; once you pass through Nantianmen, you're not far from the summit.

Su Wanci stood under the archway of Nantianmen, turned around and looked down. The stone steps resembled a glowing snake, winding and disappearing into the darkness.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for hiking with me."

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Even if I don't go with you, I'm going to climb anyway."

Su Wanci raised her hand to hit him, but halfway up, she laughed first.

After passing through the South Heavenly Gate and crossing the Heavenly Street, the last section of stone steps.

Su Wanci's pace suddenly slowed down, not because she was tired, but because she saw the scene ahead—the rocks on the mountaintop were full of people.

After an unknown amount of time, the eastern horizon began to change color.

It changed from pitch black to deep blue, from deep blue to light blue, and a faint orange tinge seeped out from the edge of the light blue.

I don't know who was the first to shout "Come out!", but hundreds of people stood up at the same time.

Su Wanci also stood up and looked eastward on tiptoe.

She saw it.

The sun has fully risen.

Round and red, it looks like a giant orange hanging in the sky.

The light spread across the sea of ​​clouds, making it seem as if it were on fire, surging and burning, stretching from our feet all the way to the horizon.

Su Wanci had never seen such a sight before.

She has seen countless sunrises—from her own window, from the corridor of the school building, and from the window seat on a bus.

But none of those sunrises are as beautiful as this one. Because those sunrises are all viewed from flat ground, with the sun rising from the rooftops opposite, from the treetops in the distance, or from the hazy smog.

She stood there, the wind blowing through her hair, her shadow stretched long by the morning light onto the stone behind her.

She suddenly wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

She doesn't have that many beautiful words in her head.

All she could say was "beautiful," "so beautiful," and "I'm at a loss for words." She felt useless.

Chen Mo stood next to her, also watching the sunrise.

His expression was calm, as calm as if he had seen this sunrise many times before.

He didn't look at the surging sea of ​​clouds, nor at the dazzling golden light; he was simply observing.

After watching for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"How is Mount Tai?"

His voice wasn't loud; it sounded like he was talking to himself, or perhaps to the mountain.

Su Wanci turned her head to look at him.

His eyes were still fixed on the distance, his gaze unwavering, as if those words hadn't come from him, but rather from his own body.

"The green of Qilu is endless."

He said another thing.

This time the sound was a little louder than before, but still not loud enough for Su Wanci to hear, and just loud enough for a few people nearby to hear as well.

A boy with a sketchbook next to him perked up his ears, his pencil stopping on the paper, and his girlfriend also turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo either didn't notice them, or he did notice them but didn't care.

"Nature's creation bestows its most exquisite beauty, dividing day and night with yin and yang."

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She leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder and closed her eyes.

As they talked and laughed, they unknowingly arrived at the South Heavenly Gate.

Nantianmen is a dividing point on Mount Tai; once you pass through Nantianmen, you're not far from the summit.

Su Wanci stood under the archway of Nantianmen, turned around and looked down. The stone steps resembled a glowing snake, winding and disappearing into the darkness.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for hiking with me."

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Even if I don't go with you, I'm going to climb anyway."

Su Wanci raised her hand to hit him, but halfway up, she laughed first.

After passing through the South Heavenly Gate and crossing the Heavenly Street, the last section of stone steps.

Su Wanci's pace suddenly slowed down, not because she was tired, but because she saw the scene ahead—the rocks on the mountaintop were full of people.

After an unknown amount of time, the eastern horizon began to change color.

It changed from pitch black to deep blue, from deep blue to light blue, and a faint orange tinge seeped out from the edge of the light blue.

I don't know who was the first to shout "Come out!", but hundreds of people stood up at the same time.

Su Wanci also stood up and looked eastward on tiptoe.

She saw it.

The sun has fully risen.

Round and red, it looks like a giant orange hanging in the sky.

The light spread across the sea of ​​clouds, making it seem as if it were on fire, surging and burning, stretching from our feet all the way to the horizon.

Su Wanci had never seen such a sight before.

She has seen countless sunrises—from her own window, from the corridor of the school building, and from the window seat on a bus.

But none of those sunrises are as beautiful as this one. Because those sunrises are all viewed from flat ground, with the sun rising from the rooftops opposite, from the treetops in the distance, or from the hazy smog.

She stood there, the wind blowing through her hair, her shadow stretched long by the morning light onto the stone behind her.

She suddenly wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

She doesn't have that many beautiful words in her head.

All she could say was "beautiful," "so beautiful," and "I'm at a loss for words." She felt useless.

Chen Mo stood next to her, also watching the sunrise.

His expression was calm, as calm as if he had seen this sunrise many times before.

He didn't look at the surging sea of ​​clouds, nor at the dazzling golden light; he was simply observing.

After watching for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"How is Mount Tai?"

His voice wasn't loud; it sounded like he was talking to himself, or perhaps to the mountain.

Su Wanci turned her head to look at him.

His eyes were still fixed on the distance, his gaze unwavering, as if those words hadn't come from him, but rather from his own body.

"The green of Qilu is endless."

He said another thing.

This time the sound was a little louder than before, but still not loud enough for Su Wanci to hear, and just loud enough for a few people nearby to hear as well.

A boy with a sketchbook next to him perked up his ears, his pencil stopping on the paper, and his girlfriend also turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo either didn't notice them, or he did notice them but didn't care.

"Nature's creation bestows its most exquisite beauty, dividing day and night with yin and yang."