thefictionvixens Chapter 119 The Mountain Bows Its Head
Chapter 119 The Mountain Bows Its Head
Chapter 119 The Mountain Bows Its Head
Fang Meng was still a little dazed, still somewhat disoriented.
She only blinked once.
It really was just a blink.
One second ago, she was still standing on that slippery mountain road.
Rainwater slid down the brim of my hat, and all I could hear was the sound of the wind and rain, along with the chilling whistling of arrows piercing the air.
It's like God has turned on us.
But she felt very safe, because that tall figure stood in front of her, and those golden eyes were looking at her.
It seemed to be telling her, "You can't die here; you have more important things to do."
But the next second, the world went silent.
It wasn't the kind of quiet you find in the mountains, the kind of tranquility that's almost unsettling.
Instead, it was the familiar quiet of their survey team.
"Engineer Fang?"
Someone called her name, and she was a little dazed. It was a young man who looked about the same age as Lu Mingfei.
Fang Meng suddenly turned around; behind him were his teammates from the surveying team.
Everyone was wearing the same raincoat and carrying their own equipment.
Some people were adjusting data with their heads down, some were wiping their lenses while cursing the awful weather, and others were smoking, the light from their cigarettes flickering in the rain.
Everyone is here.
There was no rain of arrows, no thugs, and no rolling logs or stones.
There was no girl with platinum blonde hair, whose expression remained perpetually cold yet capable of unleashing fiery passion.
There wasn't a single guy who seriously said she was handsome.
There was no young man who kicked the big rock away.
There was no young man who, despite bearing a hail of arrows, simply looked at her with eyes that said, "It's so good to see you alive."
"What are you daydreaming about? Did you see something unclean on the mountain? Or should we get someone to take a look?"
The team members standing nearby looked at her and expressed their concerns.
Fang Meng opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
She only took two steps up.
Just two steps, and they were separated forever. When they looked back, there was only an endless path extending upwards and downwards, and everyone had disappeared.
Then, after a time she herself had forgotten, she turned around again, as if nothing had happened. She was still standing in the same spot when her teammates told her, "Sister Fang, it's raining, we have to leave."
So she walked here, still in a daze.
Was it all real or fake, just a dream?
She couldn't figure it out.
She looked down at her hands.
It was still as rough as ever, with a geological hammer hanging from my waist, a heavy backpack weighing down my shoulders, and the water bottle that had deflated at my waist puffing up again.
It was as if it was telling her that none of this had ever happened.
But did it really not happen?
Fang Meng let out a long sigh.
"Look over there!!!"
Suddenly, the more perceptive person in the group pointed to the mountain.
No, it can no longer be called a mountain.
Because that mountain has now been split in two.
The explosion they had originally predicted was not used, and there was no collapse, but it was like a crustal change that would normally take tens of thousands of years to occur.
Clean and efficient, utterly unreasonable, a straight crack appeared on the mountain starting from the summit and running all the way down.
Up to the halfway point, it looked as if it had been cleaved open by something.
Rainwater poured down the cross-section.
The massive mountain was slowly sliding down, the rock layers shifting and creating a deep, rumbling sound that lasted for a long time.
The break was just so perfectly timed.
It's as if someone deliberately cleared an obstacle for their work.
"Holy crap—"
I wonder who made this remark.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the scene.
That mountain was originally intended to be cleared by blasting.
That was a mountain that Fang Meng had walked for a long time.
That was a mountain that Fang Meng resented.
But at this moment, it lowered its head.
Fang Meng stood in the rain, motionless for a long time.
She had an idea in her mind that she herself found absurd.
Maybe he did it.
The boy who listened attentively to her by the fire, the boy who gave his trench coat to his girlfriend to use as a sleeping bag.
He clearly just seemed like a big boy, but he seriously agreed with her after she said something really cool.
But did he really do it?
Fang Meng looked into the distance and saw that only a flat, low hill remained.
Without a doubt, he did it.
Fang Meng was at a loss for words, and in the end, he just felt somewhat relieved.
(The Song of Guan Yu)
Lu Mingfei and Ling were waiting for their train in the lobby of Chicago's train station.
Nothing much to say, S-level privileges, kid, you're riding a specially approved train.
Last time, Chu Zihang benefited from his connections and enjoyed the thrill of a specially approved train.
However, upon closer inspection, the Finnish dog's rating is still higher, as the other party even surpassed its S-class rating. As a result, the car arrived at the station at the normal time.
Looking at the church-like dome of the station, Lu Mingfei had a strange sense of déjà vu.
I feel like this place is inexplicably suitable for hanging something, like making a hammock or something.
Zero looked at him.
Lu Mingfei shrugged, indicating that it was nothing.
The train finally pulled into the station.
Although it was a specially approved S-class train.
But it was still just that familiar train.
There was no clearing of the area, no red carpet, and no specially approved train with fully armed bodyguards patrolling and standing guard.
After all, although he is at the same level as the principal (S-level), the principal is just enjoying himself with the people.
Lu Mingfei could tell that the car door looked exactly the same as before, but because of his exceptional eyesight, he could tell that it was remarkably new.
To be honest, looking at this now is still a bit awkward.
But it's okay, just go in confidently.
The two sat down, the doors closed, and the train started moving.
As a superb train in Kassel, it barely vibrates whether it's starting or stopping.
It's even better than the Hogwarts Express; it feels like a bourgeois version of Harry Potter.
Lu Mingfei leaned back in his seat, inexplicably thinking of Fang Meng.
He had previously sat down and talked with Fang Meng, listening to the strange and interesting stories about her work, how she measured the land with her own two legs, and how the places she walked eventually blossomed into flowers called roads.
And today, he sits on a luxury train with a large sofa as his seat, his pocket filled with an unlimited black card.
Ok.
"What were you looking at just now?"
Zero looked at Lu Mingfei and asked a sincere question.
"The dome, that place feels like it would be perfect for hanging something."
"What is that?"
Zero didn't mention the passionate embrace from that night again. As always, her calm tone when she spoke seemed to freeze people.
"Hmm, a banner, or a hammock, a cross will also work, it's all for lying down anyway."
Zero glanced at Lu Mingfei, who had started spewing nonsense, and then fell silent.
The carriage fell silent, with only the sound of wheels rubbing against the rails remaining.
"You need to write a report when you get back."
Zero suddenly spoke.
"Hmm, how do you plan to write it? Anyway, the task flow is very short."
trickery.
Lu Mingfei was consciously guarding against eavesdropping, so he said this.
Zero immediately understood.
"Then I'll write it down briefly."
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