Chapter 903: Reaching the Summit
Liang Zhouheng quickly prepared all the necessary supplies for the climb, including trekking poles, hard-shell jackets, hiking shoes, knee pads, backpacks, raincoats, gloves, etc.
All the stuff was stuffed into two full backpacks, one large and one small. Song Cun was surprised, "Do you need so much?"
Liang Zhouheng: "The weather in the mountains is unpredictable, so be prepared."
The two set out in the afternoon and started walking up from the fifth station.
The weather wasn't very good, so not many people were climbing the mountain. Liang Zhouheng looked at Song Cun, ready to go, and asked with a smile, "Will you not stop until you reach the top?"
Song Cun said with a determined look: "I am still strong enough. If others can climb up, why can't we? The sunrise at the top of the mountain must be beautiful."
Liang Zhouheng curled his lips, "Okay, but don't cry if you get tired in the middle of the journey."
Song Cun: "Do you look down on me?"
"I wouldn't dare. Song Cun is great at everything he does."
Liang Zhouheng smiled faintly as he helped her adjust the shoulder strap of her backpack. "Other people come to Japan for their honeymoon to soak in hot springs, eat delicious food, and go shopping in Ginza. But my wife is determined to climb to the top of Mount Fuji. If I tell anyone about this, who wouldn't admire her?"
He was also carrying a heavy backpack, wearing a hard-shell jacket, hiking boots, and holding two trekking poles in his hands. He was fully armed like her.
Song Cun was used to seeing him wearing suits, shirts, and fashionable casual clothes, but he had never seen him dressed like this. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he just felt heartbroken.
She met his half-smiling eyes and replied seriously, "Maybe it's not that they don't want to, it's because they don't have a husband who can accompany them unconditionally and do whatever they want."
Liang Zhouheng's eyebrows slightly raised, after the surprise, there was obvious joy. He pulled her in front of him and was about to bend down to kiss her, but she dodged and ran to the front, whispering with a laugh: "The altitude is high, it's easy to lack oxygen."
Liang Zhouheng curled his lips, took two steps forward and held her hand.
The two climbed smoothly at the beginning, but when they reached an altitude of about 3,400 meters, the sky had become gloomy, the wind began to pick up, and the scene in front of them became gray. At the same time, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold air was swept in by the strong wind. Even if they held the trekking poles, they could hardly stand because of the cold wind.
There are very few people climbing the mountain, and you can't even see other people within dozens of meters. The volcanic rocks under your feet become steeper and steeper as you go up. In this environment, people's physical strength is consumed very quickly.
Liang Zhouheng took out his goggles and headlamp from his bag and put them on Song Cun. He quickly rubbed his hands to warm them up, and then covered her red face with his hands to keep her warm. He asked her, "Do you still want to climb higher? The climb will become more and more difficult later on."
Song Cun's breath was unstable: "How many meters are there?"
Liang Zhouheng: "The current altitude is 3,400 meters."
The summit is 3,788 meters above sea level, with only the last 300 meters left. Song Cun doesn't want to give up. If he gives up this time, he will never have the courage to challenge it again.
She nodded vigorously and said with difficulty: "I want to go up."
Liang Zhouheng looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was covered by dark clouds. He could not see the road above. The temperature continued to drop and even he felt exhausted. Song Cun was probably exhausted.
But she said she wanted to go up. Liang Zhouheng weighed the pros and cons briefly, took off Song Cun's backpack and carried it in front of himself, then took out a stack of hot packs from the bag and stuck them on Song Cun's underwear.
A strong wind blew suddenly, and Song Cun was almost blown down. Liang Zhouheng pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Song Cun hugged Liang Zhouheng tightly with both hands, and the trekking pole in his hand was blown all over the place by the wind.
The strong wind finally passed. Liang Zhouheng leaned on his trekking pole with one hand and held Song Cun's hand tightly with the other, pulling her to continue climbing. "There's a small hut up there where we can take shelter. Let's rest for a while before we climb again."
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