When I think that something happened to my grandfather and the fat man, where can I live?

My brother and I stood up, and when we opened the door, we found the shopkeeper standing at the door, as well as the four foreigners, who seemed to be talking about something.

We didn't stop, just after making eye gestures to them, we hurried downstairs, and heard the foreigner exclaim behind us: "It's incredible, that person just now couldn't stand steadily, the whole person seemed to be dying, now you see, he walks like a fly, his spirit is better than any of us, where is he like a sick person?"

We didn't pay attention to it, but went downstairs directly, and then found that the off-road vehicle was still in place, and the shopkeeper had not been sent for repair at all.

"Forget it, let's drive around and ask first, maybe the shopkeeper will be careful soon. As I spoke, I walked to the driver's side of the car, but I was taken aback.

I saw a little boy squatting on the side of the car door, looking carefully at the ground, and I don't know whose child it is, and I don't even pay attention to it, so on the side of the car, in case it is a dead end in reverse, it is easy to have an accident.

Then he walked behind the little boy and found that the little boy was staring at the swarm of ants walking in a long dragon at his feet, and he was so engrossed and so focused that he didn't even notice anyone behind him.

I was afraid that the sudden noise would scare him, so I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then I said, "Kid, get up, my brother is going to drive away." ”

But the little boy did not turn his head, nor did he move, and continued to look at the walking ants.

I was surprised, what happened to this child, I squatted next to him, looked sideways, and the whole person was surprised, this child turned out to be the autistic boy, that is, Bart's grandson, when they lived in their tribe, he was framed by his grandfather Bart, entered a death cycle, and touched the mother and son flower!

And the mare and the foal, who are also his best friends, and the foals who took us out of the loop of death.

"Little friend, why are you here?" I looked at him in surprise, I thought he was dead, I thought that all the people of their tribe had been hit by the seeds of the mother flower and died, how could he be here alone.

However, he was still living in his own world, expressionless and unresponsive to my questioning, not even looking at me.

Then I went on to ask him, "Where is your grandfather, and where are your people?"

The little boy didn't even blink an eye.

I remembered the foal and the mare, who were friends with the little boy, and at least they had a good time, and said tentatively, "Do you remember the foal and its mother?"

The little boy suddenly turned his head to look at me, and the moment he turned his head, I even felt stunned and overwhelmed.

However, when I saw the little boy's eyes, there was an instant mist in them, and then tears were in his sockets, his eyelids blinked, and tears slid down his cheeks.

It turned out that the little boy was not completely closed, he was also emotional, he knew that the foal was dead, so he was sad, I said, "It was the mother and son who killed the foal, and its mother." ”

"Xiao Fan, look. My brother suddenly spoke up behind me.

"What?" I was taken aback.

"Ants!" he pointed to the ants on the ground.

I looked down and gasped.

Originally, the ants were filmed into a long dragon, but at this moment, the ants formed a few big words: Xiaofan, save me!

"How so?" I said, my eyes widening.

My brother also squatted down, touched these words with his hand, and then frowned and said, "Actually, it's very simple, this is someone deliberately wrote these words on the ground in advance with honey, and then the ants are greedy for sweetness, and they will follow the strokes of these words, and in a moment, it will become like this." ”

"Then who made this?" Looking at the literal meaning, someone asked me for help, and in the grassland, there are very few people who know my name Xiaofan.

I suddenly remembered my grandfather, and I said, "It must be grandpa, but I didn't leave any clues or addresses, how can I find them?"

My brother turned to look at the little boy and said confidently, "He is the clue." ”

"He?" I looked at the little boy in surprise, the little boy still looked at me with teary eyes, and I whispered, "Little friend, take us to save people, okay?"

The little boy did not nod or shake his head, did not agree or refuse, but stood up, looked around blankly, and then looked in the direction of the Eighth White House, and looked for a long time before taking a step and slowly walking forward.

"Keep up. My brother followed first.

"Brother, or drive there. "I looked at the car next to me.

"Hair, can you let him lead the way?" my brother turned around and said, "Hurry up." ”

I followed, the little boy was not fast, but he was very focused on walking, looking ahead, fortunately the grassland was very flat, there were no stones to stumble, otherwise he would have fallen many times.

When I arrived near the Eighth White House, I found that it was already full of people and had been on guard.

We didn't come closer, and the little boy didn't go to the Eighth White House, but to the right.

I remember walking 10 kilometers in this direction this morning, but I turned back when I found nothing.

But I rely on induction, and I may be hidden.

We followed the little boy and walked and walked and walked, and we even wondered for a moment if we were following the wrong one.

Will the path led by the little boy be walked as he pleases, and it is not to take us to save people at all.

But we have no choice, we can only follow all the way like this, even if it is wrong, it can only be a mistake to the end.

Fortunately, before dark, a yurt appeared not far ahead.

It's just that the color of this yurt is a bit quirky and feels like beige.

I have seen a lot of yurts in the tribe of Bhat, either pure white or colorful, with many Mongolian patterns on them, but yurts with some yellowish colors like this are rare.

Moreover, the yurts of the Bad tribe are all in patches, and it is rare to see a lone yurt.

The little boy stood in front of the yurt, too far away to come closer, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

I hurriedly walked up to the little boy, hugged him and said, "Is this here? Don't be afraid, with two older brothers, we will protect you." ”

I closed my eyes and sensed the yurt, but it was gray, strange, how could it be such a color?

"Brother, you hold him, I'll go in and have a look. "I handed the little boy to my brother.

"Then be careful yourself. My brother explained.

I slowly walked towards the yurt, the closer I got to the yurt, the more frightened I became, and I even had the illusion that I saw human faces on top of the yurt, goosebumps all over my body stood up, and my back was cold.