Holding my butterfly knife, I turned over and over the stones lying on the edge of the bed at the bottom of the valley, from the beginning of its full anticipation to the indifference at the back, and finally the anxiety and disappointment. After turning over for a long time, not to mention scorpions, I didn't even find a more common spider, and finally turned over a nest of ants, the size of the ants and the size of the colony are very small, there are not a few, it is estimated that I stepped on the whole ant colony and perished. I became less and less confident when I turned to the back, so I didn't use my hands anymore, and directly kicked the stone away with my feet.

Although it was at the bottom of the canyon, it felt like it was not getting dark in advance, probably because there were no clouds in the sky! If it was in a valley like the south, as long as there was a cloud in the sky, it would be dark immediately.

Seeing that it is not a problem to turn over the stone like this, maybe there should not be many scorpions or other insects under the valley, and it would be a waste of time to continue.

I started to work on another thing - to make a fire for cooking, there were a lot of washed branches on the edge of the riverbed nearby, and I found firewood when I picked them up, and I found a small pit on the edge of the riverbed next to the tent and found a place where there was no grass nearby. Then I surrounded it with stones, and then I used stone slabs and stone bars to build a simple stove, and I piled up the sand that was taken out, and I collected some sand and piled it together to extinguish the fire when needed.

Then he went to the vicinity and took a large bundle of dead grass to make a fire, and when he had made the fire, he took a flat stone and sat down there, and began to eat supper. Dinner was a loaf of bread, a jar of eight-treasure porridge, and a bag of instant noodles.

I first ate the bread and ate the eight-treasure porridge, then washed the iron eight-treasure porridge jar, filled half a jar of water, put it on the stove, and then covered the lid, and waited for the water to boil before the instant noodles were ready, while adding firewood, I crushed the bagged instant noodles to ensure that they could be put into the eight-treasure porridge jar.

After the water boils, half of the instant noodles and half of the seasoning are put on the fire, and then they are boiled for a while, so that you can eat hot instant noodles. Although it doesn't look good, how can you care so much at this time, after all, you make it yourself, and you think it's delicious no matter how you eat it, so I finished eating a pack of instant noodles in a while.

When I started to eat, the sky quietly darkened, and I kept staring at the fire of the stove and didn't notice it. Vaguely I seemed to hear a howl, I don't know if it was a wolf howl, this is already in the reserve, and it is already in the mountains, I have seen some carnivore feces on the beach before, it is not strange that there are wolves or something.

It shouldn't be near me, or maybe I'm hallucinating, and even if there are wolves nearby, I'm not so scared. A place like Helan Mountain can't afford to raise a large pack of wolves, only two or three at most, and they generally don't take risks to attack humans, and I'm not defenseless, so I put a baseball bat-like trunk in my tent.

I shoveled some ash from the stove with a stone slab and scattered it around, intending to sprinkle it before I went to bed. After looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock unconsciously, sitting by the campfire and playing with the mobile phone, the mobile phone had no signal when I entered the mountain, but I could read the novel that had been cached before. It was a little quiet, and in the evening you could hear birds flying by, but now there was nothing but the wind.

Before going to bed, put out the fire, take out the ashes and scatter them around, go to the tent and take out two potatoes, dig a hole in the hot ashes and stones, bury the potatoes in them, and cover them with a layer of hot sand. So that you can eat cooked potatoes tomorrow morning.

I looked at the surrounding hillside, in the night blurry, I couldn't see clearly, there was always an illusion that something was staring at me, this should be a person's normal reaction in a dark environment, I have always had such an illusion, haven't I always fantasized that there have always been people around me, but now I can't see Lan around me anymore, is it really too far away from home, too long, let me slowly forget?

Unwarranted thoughts always add to the troubles for no reason, and now I don't know what to do at all, so I just don't plan to think about it so much, I just fall asleep, probably because I am too tired, and I fall asleep immediately.

I woke up at five o'clock in the morning by a chill, wiped my face with a handkerchief dipped in some water, and went to the ashes to dig out the potatoes, and the ashes below were still hot. Both potatoes were cooked, and one of them was still slightly burnt. It's still hot.

After breakfast, I put on my backpack and water, and I chose a hillside to climb up to see the sunrise, and went to the neighborhood to see, there was no fog today.

It took more than ten minutes to climb to the top of a small hill, and I was already so tired that I was out of breath. After looking around, I felt that the location was not very good, and the mountain was not high enough. I had to continue to climb to the higher peaks next to me, and finally sat down on the rocks at the top of the mountain, I was already sitting on the highest mountain nearby, with the mountains in my back, the vast wasteland in front, and the farther east was the silver city in the afterglow of the rising sun, exuding a golden light, maybe it was really a paradise for countless people.

I don't know what the morning is like in my hometown now, when I was a child, I listened to the roosters on the village every morning, I don't know how long I haven't heard the roosters, I seem to have forgotten this sound, just like now I can't remember Lan's laughter, my mother's appearance.

This reminds me of the lyrics of Luo Dayou's "Lukang Town":

Taipei is not my home

There are no neon signs in my hometown

The street of Lukang is the fishing village of Lukang

People burning incense in the Mazu Temple

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I don't know if the silver city is my golden paradise, at least not yet, and my hometown, although I have always been reluctant to go back, must admit that it is my utopia, there are too many beautiful and nostalgic things, there are not so many troubles and sorrows. I used to yearn for life in the city, but now I realize that maybe what really suits me is the ordinary and quiet life of my hometown!

I finally saw the sunrise, and my sun slowly rose in the east, and the orange slowly turned yellow and yellow, and became more and more dazzling, until at last I could not see clearly, and only an outline remained. I gradually felt the temperature of the sun shining on me, and the wind on the top of the mountain gradually became less cold.

I finally had the strength again, stood on the stone, and shouted to the east:

"Ahh............h

Uh-a-cough ahem-cough ......"

Finally, I didn't go down, and it ended with a cough, and when I looked down and coughed, I saw a rabbit running out of the gentle hillside on the east side, and it was gone after a few flutters. Maybe I was grazing early in the morning, and I was suddenly frightened by my howl.

I saw it disappear into a small ravine overgrown with weeds, and I was going down to see if there was a nest there, and if I could catch a rabbit, I would have meat to eat today, and trotted all the way down the hill, and when I was almost at the bottom of the mountain, I accidentally slipped and fell out with one foot.