After passing through a dense camphor forest, Wang Ping's eyes suddenly opened up.
On the hillside outside the woods, the waist-high tea bushes are like large vegetarian meatballs, placed one next to the other. All the tea trees are neatly arranged along the hillside along the tea ridges, stacked up layer by layer along the hillside. In the morning light, wisps of mist shroud the area, giving it a sense of paradise on earth.
"If there are gods here, they must love eating meatballs..." a badger thought secretly.
Dahei trotted around a clump of tea trees near the woods and trotted along the path between the tea ridges on the hillside. From time to time, he would sniff the ground with a serious expression on his face.
This tea ridge extends from the edge of the woods near the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. In the mist, it is impossible to see the end.
Wang Ping leaned over Dahei's back and took a look. There was a large bamboo forest on the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a pavilion, looming in the bamboo forest.
Dahei strictly followed the understanding that patrolling the mountain means running all the way through the mountain, and he kept moving forward along the endless gaps between the tea ridges. Wang Ping was patient enough to follow him at first. When Dahei finally walked to the end of the first row of tea bushes, bypassed the tea trees at the edge, and got into the path between the second row of tea ridges and continued running in the direction he came from, Wang Ping was furious.
"I've never seen such a stubborn dog!"
When Wang Ping was halfway through the run, he discovered that there was a staircase in the middle of the tea mountain that led directly to the top of the mountain. Grandma Sheng had no reason to make this a tourist attraction. It was probably built to facilitate tea pickers to go up and down the mountain.
When Dahei patrolled the tea ridge for the second time and passed the central steps, Wang Ping jumped off his back and ran all the way up the steps to the top of the mountain.
"Woof!"
"Woof! Woof!"
Feeling Wang Ping's movements, Dahei stopped in his tracks, turned around and called out to Wang Ping who was running towards the top of the mountain. Seeing that Wang Ping ignored him, Dahei turned around to look at the tea bushes in front of him, and then turned back to look at Wang Ping.
After hesitating for a while, Dahei muttered something in his throat, turned around and chased towards the top of the mountain.
After Wang Ping climbed up the stairs for a while, his speed slowed down. The main reason was that the stairs were built a bit high, and each step was much higher than his legs, which made it very difficult for Wang Ping to climb.
Not only does he use his hands and feet, but his posture is also ugly.
Of course, it would be very easy for Wang Ping to jump up. But when he looked up at the hundreds of steps winding up to the top of the mountain, the badger decisively gave up the idea.
Dahei caught up with Wang Ping in a short while, barked at him twice, and started circling around him. From time to time, he tried to get closer, but was pushed away by Wang Ping by pressing his face.
Wang Ping did think about climbing onto the dog's back and letting it take him to the top of the mountain. But every time he climbed onto Dahei's back, the dog would run down the mountain with Wang Ping, and would not listen no matter how Wang Ping slapped it.
After struggling for a while, the badger not only failed to climb up the mountain, but got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.
In desperation, Wang Ping had to give up the idea of using the dog as a mount and climbed the stairs obediently.
Dahei seemed unwilling to give up, and continued to follow Wang Ping, looking around. Whenever Wang Ping wasn't paying attention, he would use his nose to push him down the mountain. He never stopped being slapped for this.
When Wang Ping finally reached the top of the mountain, he felt his hands were sore from slapping. Dahei looked even more aggrieved. Every time Wang Ping turned to it, it would step back and look at him out of the corner of its eye.
"How come you are just like Gu Lao San, only remembering to eat but not to be beaten?"
After leaning on the last step and taking a few breaths, Wang Ping turned around, climbed over with the help of the stone steps, and looked up at the top of the mountain.
It is estimated that when Grandma Sheng contracted this tea mountain, she took great efforts to take care of it. The top of the mountain was obviously leveled, and a large bamboo forest was planted. Near the outer steps, there is a path paved with cement slabs, and at the end is an octagonal pavilion.
Wang Ping stood up, took his short legs and walked towards the pavilion.
The wind on the top of the mountain was stronger than that at the foot of the mountain. The bamboo forest around us kept rustling. Occasionally, a bamboo leaf would float down from overhead and land on the path.
Dahei followed Wang Ping closely. Every time Wang Ping stopped and looked back at him, he would stop immediately and turn his head away, looking stupid as if he was just passing by. But when Wang Ping turned around and continued walking, he would follow him again. The dog's eyes were rolling, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The pavilion is empty, with only railings and a few stone benches. I guess its biggest function, apart from decoration, is to provide a place for tea farmers working on the tea mountains to rest and cool off.
Wang Ping did not enter the pavilion, but walked around it, entered the woods, and headed towards the back mountain.
"Woof!"
Dahei suddenly barked again, seeming a little anxious, and jumped around Wang Ping, not knowing what he was nervous about.
The badger ignored it and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest was not large, but the bamboos grew densely. Wang Ping walked around for a long time before he saw a wide area. But at the edge of the bamboo forest, Wang Ping stopped.
There was no road, and in front of us was a steep slope like a cliff. The mountain wind blew, giving people, no, giving badgers a tense feeling of being at a high altitude and feeling cold.
No wonder Grandma Sheng didn't plant tea trees directly on the top of the mountain, but planted such a large bamboo forest instead. I think it was for protection. After all, no one would be so idle as to run through the bamboo forest to play after work.
Across the cliff was another hillside. From here, there were peaks and ridges, surrounded by mist. Wang Ping remembered that when he came here, Gu Laosan told him that this direction seemed to be the direction of the Xijingshan Scenic Area.
At this time, behind the mountains, a layer of gold stained the clouds in the sky, and from afar, it seemed as if Buddha's light was shining behind the mountains. The sun was about to come out.
Wang Ping looked at the vast open space in front of him, straightened up, took a deep breath, and roared at the mountains.
“Oh~~
... Uh oдo..."
Before he could finish his breath, Wang Ping felt his waist tighten, and the skin on his back was bitten tightly by a big mouth, dragging him, no, the whole badger, backwards quickly. The half-shouted voice was instantly choked back.
"What the hell..."
Wang Ping, the badger, stretched out his claws with a confused look on his face and scratched the ground twice, leaving two claw marks. Then he was bitten by the fur on his lower back by Dahei and dragged into the small bamboo forest behind him.
It was not until they reached the center of the bamboo forest, away from the cliff, that Dahei opened his mouth, called out to Wang Ping twice, and then licked him with his big tongue.
"Fuck you!"
Wang Ping slapped him hard, this time with more force, and Dahei whimpered and stepped aside. Then he walked around Wang Ping, blocked the direction of the cliff, and growled at Wang Ping.
"You are a psychopath..."
Wang Ping stretched out his paw depressedly and rubbed the place on his lower back where he was bitten by Dahei. Apart from the dog's saliva, there was no wound left.
But after calming down, Wang Ping looked at Dahei, who was determined to stand in front of him even if he was beaten, and seemed to be thinking about something.
After all, dogs are different from cats, and there is a limit to their mental illness.
"This stupid dog, does he think that I'm going to commit suicide?"