moonlight lure

At noon, the two of them went to the restaurant to eat with the people in the car. After a short rest, they set off to the next stop, which is known as the largest caldera in the world.

Song Shiwei was a little tired when she came down from the mountain, her steps were slower, and she talked less than in the morning. Ji Yanchen was still carrying her on his back for the last part of the way.

When she almost reached the car, she wanted to get off him, but he refused, holding her legs more firmly and educating her seriously: "Prosecutor Song, burning bridges across rivers is not a good quality of our party."

Song Shiwei hugged his neck and said, "Our party also advocates doing good deeds without leaving a name. Are you afraid that others won't know that you carried me down?"

He spoke plausibly: "Mrs. Ji, I am not doing good deeds, I am fulfilling my husband's obligations. My dream is to let the whole world know that you have a good husband."

She lay on his shoulder and laughed softly. The setting sun in the distance gradually set in the west, coating their figures with a light layer of soft gold.

They got in the car and headed towards the last stop of the day, the Salt Lake, facing the sunset.

When the car reached halfway up the mountain, we could see a huge pink sea in the lake from a distance, like a layer of pink gauze spread on the lake. Hundreds of thousands or even millions of flamingos gathered in the salt lake next to the crater. , the picture is so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

If the grassland in the morning is spectacular, then the scene in front of you is romantic, beautiful and pure.

The lake is crystal clear, with sparkling light blue ripples spreading out in the sunlight. The pink color between the water and the sky is endless, like a dreamy scene that can only appear in cartoons.

Because it is the off-season, there are not many tourists in the Salt Lake.

Song Shiwei stood on the shore and opened her arms. The salty and humid smell in the air filled her nose. Something in the middle of the lake fell into the water and made a splash, "startling a pool of gulls and herons." First, a few flamingos closest to the whirlpool were frightened. It fluttered and flew up, and then flocks of flamingos flew low into the sky.

Ji Yanchen pressed the shutter behind her, and she raised her hand to gently hold down the straw hat, while her long skirt and black hair were flying in the wind. At that moment, the poem suddenly appeared in his mind: You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you on the bridge.

This grand world is her scenery.

And the most precious scenery in his life is her.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the flamingo's feathers are coated with a layer of dazzling gold, showing a fiery red-orange color, bright and gorgeous. The lake water reflects the figures of the birds, which are like fine pink diamonds dotted in this nature, bright and shining.

Under this breathtakingly beautiful scene, a flamingo accidentally broke away from the group and landed alone in the shallows near the shore.

Song Shiwei saw it out of the corner of her eye and felt something strange. She turned around and called Ji Yanchen: "Look! Does that bird feel a little wrong?"

When Ji Yanchen heard the sound, he put down his camera and looked over. The bird was walking strangely and slowly, and was pecking at its own feet. It looked uncomfortable.

"Its legs seemed to be caught in something."

He looked at it intently for a moment, "It looks like garbage, garbage thrown by tourists."

Song Shiwei was a little worried: "What should we do? If we go over to help it, will it scare it away?"

He walked to her side: "It should be. It will be very nervous and sensitive now that it is trapped, but it shouldn't be able to run far because it is trapped."

"What should we do?" She raised her face and looked at him.

He shook his head slightly: "This kind of wild habitat is like this. Anything can happen. Unless the situation is more serious, there will generally be no human intervention."

Song Shiwei bit her lip gently and looked at the bird that was still pecking at her feet trying to break free. Her dark eyes showed unbearability. After a moment, she looked at him pitifully again. Ji Yanchen hated to see her like this. He looked around helplessly and rubbed her head: "Let's give it a try."

He handed her the camera, went back to the car and borrowed a knife from the guide. After asking for some precautions, he put on his jacket and approached the straggler flamingo slowly and gently from behind.

Song Shiwei stood in the distance and watched nervously. In the last few steps, the opponent noticed his approach, and his body suddenly tensed up in a defensive posture. He turned around and wanted to escape back to the depths of the lake, but was tripped because of the restraints on his feet. At that moment of opportunity, he almost swooped over, leaned down and grabbed the flamingo's body. His speed was so fast that he could compete with the cheetah he saw in the park that morning.

Song Shiwei was so nervous that she held her breath and didn't dare to blink. The bird reacted very aggressively, making a sharp cry, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at his arm.

Ji Yanchen was slapped and bitten several times. The pain caused him to stagger. He forced him to squat down, and with his other hand, he quickly grabbed the foreign object on its leg and cut it off with a knife.

After doing this, he let it go and carefully observed its condition.

The setting sun was at its strongest at this moment, and the golden light shone on his straight face, melting away the harshness in his features.

He squatted on the ground, looking serious and focused. Song Shiwei looked at his side face quietly until the flamingo moved its legs, and its movements seemed much more normal. Then it flapped its wings twice and flew back to the lake.

Ji Yanchen stood up and walked back with a string hanging on his finger, faintly stained with blood.

Song Shiwei came back to her senses and saw that his expression must have been in pain just now, and his handsome eyebrows were still slightly condensed. She took his hand and pulled up his sleeve, which was already red in spots from the pecks. She quickly rubbed his arms, her dark eyes filled with stars when she raised her head, and she sincerely praised: "You were so handsome just now, Officer Ji."

The person in front of her looked unfazed and glanced at her lightly: "Is he the only one who was handsome just now?"

Song Shiwei blinked: "I look handsome every day, but just now I was particularly highlighted."

He smiled at the words, wrapped the garbage in paper towels and put it in his pocket, holding her in one hand and walking to the shore.

Before leaving, Song Shiwei still felt that she still had more to say: "If time permits, I really want to come here once a year."

Ji Yanchen said quietly: "It's too far and too tiring to come here every year."

She nodded silently, and he continued to add: "But we can come every five years, or three years."

"Okay." Song Shiwei looked at the endless pink sea ahead and sighed with emotion, "Ocean pollution is getting more and more serious. I don't know how long this kind of scene will last, and I don't know how many times I will have the opportunity to see it in this life."

Ji Yanchen nodded silently, and after a long while, he said seriously in a low voice: "Fortunately, I took a lot of videos, at least our children will have something to watch in the future."

She laughed and scolded him softly: "Who are you and us?"

He pursed his lips and hugged her from behind, buried his head and kissed the side of her neck gently: "Mrs. Ji and Mrs. Ji."

The setting sun in the distance gradually sank to the bottom of the lake, and the pink creatures took off together to meet the last afterglow.

Song Shiwei chuckled lightly and turned to look at him, her fair face illuminated by the skylight into a warm color.

"Mr. Ji, please bring me here again in three years."

"Okay, it's a deal."