Chapter 127 I Have a Flower

  One thousand meters, two thousand meters, three thousand meters.

  In the first three thousand meters, Zhou Fan was still crawling relatively fast.

  However, at over 3,000 meters, especially at 5,000 meters, Zhou Fan's speed also slowed down.

  At this time, Langma Peak is not only treacherous terrain, but also at an altitude of 5,000 meters, the oxygen in the air is obviously insufficient. If you don't maintain your physical strength and engage in intense exercise, it's very likely to lead to hypoxia. Of course, this is still not the most dangerous thing. The most dangerous thing is the strong winds above 5,000 meters on Langma Peak.

  Here, the average wind speed is at least 5-6 levels, and if you're not careful, there can be 9-10 level winds at any time.

  Other climbing teams, if they encounter such strong winds, can only hide in the distance first. Sometimes, hiding for a few days is very normal.

  However, Zhou Fan can also hide, but he cannot hide forever. After all, he is alone and does not have much equipment. Unlike other mountaineering teams, they are fully equipped with various gear. They climb mountains as if they were going to war, preparing very thoroughly. Of course, most mountaineering teams take about a month to reach the summit.

  But Zhou Fan gave himself no more than a week's time.

  Actually, if everything goes smoothly, it's possible to climb in just three days, let alone a week. But this is Mount Langma, after all - it's impossible for everything to go smoothly when trying to reach the highest peak.

  For these, Zhou Fan relied on his innate skills and overcame them every time with a thrilling victory.

  One day passed and Zhou Fan directly climbed up to an altitude of 5,000 meters on Mount Langma.

  Found a valley mouth, Zhou Fan rested for a night.

  The next day, when the morning sunlight rose, Zhou Fan set off again.

  Wearing ice skates with blades on his feet, Zhou Fan took one step at a time, slowly climbing up.

  By now, Zhou Fan could no longer climb as quickly as he had at the beginning. In many places, he had to try step by step because Zhou Fan knew that these seemingly hard ice blocks might collapse if he wasn't careful, and all his efforts would be in vain. Not only would they be in vain, but if a real avalanche occurred, even Zhou Fan didn't know if he could survive.

  Courage and wisdom, at this moment, were brought into full play. There were several times when Zhou Fan almost fell off the cliff of several thousand meters. However, each time, Zhou Fan overcame it in a surprising manner. I don't know why, but there was an idea in his heart, which was to constantly surpass, surpass, and surpass again, until he reached the highest peak.

  Perhaps this is a deep-seated desire of men. No wonder, people all over the world are so interested in Mount Everest, this idea of constantly surpassing oneself is really too stimulating.

  "Oh, Jack, who's that?"

  Mount Everest north slope, a climber holding binoculars looking at the scenery on top of the extreme peak.

  At such a high altitude on this mountain peak, such scenery is not something that anyone can see.

  Just as he was slowly appreciating the view, a figure suddenly appeared. At first, he thought it was another mountaineering team. This kind of thing is common, with at least dozens of teams climbing Mount Langma every year. It's normal to run into them on the road. But when he took a closer look, he realized that this climber was alone.

  One person?

  No one has ever climbed Mount Langma in this world.

  At this moment, he shouted in surprise.

  Jack heard his partner's cry and also looked in that direction.

  "My goodness."

  Immediately, the entire mountaineering team looked at him in unison.

  On the south slope, there is a person who steps firmly, one step at a time, climbing upwards.

  He was so brave, without half a step back.

  He is so flexible, and even the arrival of a blizzard cannot blow him down.

  "Look quickly, what is on his back?"

  "Guitar?"

  Everyone's mouth was agape.

  One person coming here has already left them speechless.

  Not to mention this climber, who actually carried a guitar.

  What a strange scene this is.

  Is it guitar?

  "Yes, I'm sure."

  Everyone's eyes were filled with incredulity.

  "Who is he?"

  Everyone looked at me, I looked at them, and we all shook our heads.

  Just then, a local mountaineer suddenly trembled all over with excitement and muttered to himself, "The Storm God, the Storm God... I finally saw the Storm God."

  After saying this, the mountaineer suddenly knelt down sincerely in the direction of the south slope.

  Worship.

  Yes, it is indeed worship.

  There is a legend circulating at the foot of Langma Mountain.

  Legend has it that Mount Langma is the place governed by the God of Storms, because only he is not afraid of any storm.

  However, many mountaineers regard him as a legend or a myth.

  But it seems that at this moment, the storm god who has been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years really appeared.

  By the time they came to their senses, in a twinkling of an eye, that person on the south slope had disappeared.

  ……

  7,500 meters.

  Another day passed, Zhou Fan moved forward more than 2,000 meters, and there were still over 1,000 meters to go before reaching the summit.

  That night, Zhou Fan also found a shelter and had a good rest.

  The next day, Zhou Fan packed up his things and set off once again.

  Endless scenery at the top, all the way here, Zhou Fan saw too many scenes that no one in this world could see.

  But Zhou Fan was not satisfied.

  He always believed that only at the top would there be the most beautiful scenery.

  Zhou Fan advanced again.

  Step by step, although it's just over a thousand meters, but this is not walking on flat ground.

  Especially at the highest point, it is also the most dangerous place.

  Many climbers take several days to cover the last 50 meters.

  Of course, by now, oxygen was extremely scarce, and every step upwards made Zhou Fan feel exceptionally difficult.

  Gritting his teeth, Zhou Fan slowly moved upwards.

  At this moment, his eyes had only the highest peak.

  Finally, on the third day at noon, Zhou Fan reached the summit of Mount Langma.

  The sea stretches to the horizon where the sky becomes the shore, and I stand at the summit of the mountain as its peak.

  Standing at the top, with an air of pride, Zhou Fan looked around in all directions.

  I'm on it, I'm on it.

  Although the most breathtaking scenery may not be more beautiful than what was seen before, but with a different mindset, everything looks different. At this moment, Zhou Fan felt that anything he saw was stunningly beautiful and unparalleled.

  Never thought that reaching the summit could bring such enjoyment.

  "What kind of flower is this?"

  A thread of greenness in front, shocked Zhou Fan's eyes.

  On this mountain peak where it is all snow and ice all year round, there is actually a flower that exists.

  Zhou Fan walked forward, looking at this bud that was about to bloom, his eyes filled with intense shock.

  He really couldn't understand how flowers could grow in such a cold place.

  The Creator is truly wonderful.

  Originally, after Zhou Fan reached the top, he should have gone downhill.

  But suddenly seeing this flower, Zhou Fan decided he would stay here and wait for it to bloom.

  Putting down the guitar on his body, Zhou Fan sat down at the edge of the flowers.

  Although it is icy and bone-chilling here, although the winds are howling fiercely, Zhou Fan stands tall and unafraid.

  He silently looked at this flower, with nothing else in his eyes.

  A petal unfolded slowly and quietly.

  After a while, another piece also bloomed.

  After waiting for an hour, all seven petals unfolded.

  A bright red flower with a hint of green, bloomed at the very top of Mount Langma.

  Just then, the sunlight in the sky suddenly shone down and was reflected on this flower.

  It was just a moment, and that flower suddenly withered away, in the blink of an eye, there was no sign of life.

  This...

  By this point, Zhou Fan didn't even know what he wanted to express.

  It was just an hour, and this flower also existed for just an hour.

  Then an hour passed and this flower also died.

  A person's life is one hundred years.

  This flower's life is just one hour.

  People often use the ephemeral life of a mayfly to describe the brevity of one's life. But compared to this flower...

  A day is also considered long for a mayfly.

  Suddenly, in the midst of it all, he had a kind of awakening to life.

  Gently plucking this flower with both hands, holding it in the palm of his hand, at this moment, Zhou Fan only felt that he was not holding a flower.

  But it is a life.

  Although this life has already died.

  Is this the purple flower in my heart?

  This time out, Zhou Fan went to many, many places, he wanted to find something, but even he didn't have an answer.

  To be honest, just like he thought before, find that purple iris in his heart.

  At this moment, Zhou Fan discovered that he had found it, really found it.

  Isn't this flower the one in your heart?

  In his heart, Zhou Fan was somewhat excited, and gently put this flower into his arms.

  Looking up at the sun on his head, Zhou Fan picked up his guitar and strummed it lightly.

  He wants to sing for the flower in his heart.

  "I have a flower, planted in my heart, with tender buds waiting to bloom."

  Beautiful music, slowly rising.

  "Every morning and every evening, I eagerly await, with a sincere heart, for someone to enter my dreams!"

  At an altitude of 8848 meters high, the guitar accompanied by singing voice, spread far and wide.

  I have a flower, its fragrance fills the branches, who will come with a true heart to find its scent?

  The flowers bloom for a short time, and when they are in full bloom, they must be picked. Year after year, the flowers are like dreams.

  I have a flower, growing in my heart, true love and affection, no one understands.

  Wild grasses have filled the entire hillside, and it's most heartbreaking that they bloom for their own sake.

  "Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

  After finishing singing a song, Zhou Fan looked up at the sky and laughed loudly.

  Recalling the past six months, there was a wish made on Goddess Peak, singing for money at the southern border of Vietnam, and also the song "Ten Sending Red Army" remembered in a Miao village... until now, I have arrived at the top of Langma Mountain.

  It's been half a year, and after six months, Zhou Fan finally found that place where his dream flower bloomed.

  ……

  "What's this noise?"

  Several members of the mountaineering team suddenly stopped.

  "I have a flower, planted in my heart."

  On Mount Langma, a melodious tune, now and then appears.

  This melody, I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know where it drifts away to.

  However, everyone involuntarily looked towards the highest peak of Langma Mountain.

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