For a while, the world seemed to me flat and abstract, made up of lines of varying lengths and shades of gray. It's monotonous and boring.

But one day, I noticed a very beautiful rose blooming in the kindergarten garden, it was so gorgeous in the sun, it was different from what I saw in front of me, and it immediately attracted all my attention. I involuntarily walked over and wanted to take it off and take it home.

It's a pity that the rose has thorns, and it stabbed my soft palm all at once.

"Oh~, you pick flowers!" A little girl ran over in the distance and said happily, "I'm going to report to the teacher!"

"I didn't!" I hurriedly put my hands behind my back. The flower was indeed not plucked by me, and it still stood on the branch.

"And what do you have in your hand?" she didn't believe it, still holding on.

"Not really. I spread my palm out to show her, and there was only a little blood red on it.

She circled around me twice: "You're from Xiaoban, right?

At this time, my grandfather and the teacher in charge of our class walked through the corridor and did not notice the two children standing behind the flowers.

"Mr. Shen, I'm very sorry to let you make this trip yourself. But your child seems to be a bit autistic, she hardly talks to her classmates since she came, and she doesn't want to go into the classroom, I personally recommend that you find a psychiatrist for her......"

"It's impossible, she's doing everything right at home!" Grandpa's expression was serious, and even the teacher was a little scared.

"Then I'll take you to see, she's really different from ordinary children......"

Watching the two of them walk farther and farther away, I stood there thoughtfully.

"Hey, why don't you pay attention to people?" the little girl jumped up and down in front of me.

"You get out of the way. "I just wanted to push her away, but she didn't think she could sit on the ground without standing still.

"You hit me?" she was shocked, and began to cry.

People all around us came running towards us. For the first time, I saw that they were no longer a combination of lines, but flesh and blood, with vivid colors. It was also from this time that the whole world opened up to me, and it turned out to be colorful and colorful......

It's a dream.

I sat up sweating profusely and rubbed my hand against the small mole on the palm of my left hand, which was the mark left by the stab wound when I tried to pick flowers when I was a child. The little girl in the dream is Ah Yan, and it was the unpleasant first acquaintance between us, which set the tone for our friendship that will not be harmonious in the future.

How could I dream of her for no reason? I shook my head, and when I saw that it was bright outside, I got up and prepared to go to the pool to catch fish.

The search outside seemed to have stopped, and my grandfather said he would have to stay for two more days just to be on the safe side. We both said that my uncle continued to have a low-grade fever and became more and more lethargic, and when he woke up, he shouted that he was hungry and wanted to eat meat. I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and I checked his pulse regularly every day, but I didn't find anything abnormal, and there was nothing wrong with him usually talking and doing things. Maybe it's because it's too nutritious to recuperate, I comfort myself.

The heavy rain that had been falling for half a month had stopped last night, and the forest was quiet, and the temperature was rising again.

My uncle was still asleep, and my grandfather had already begun to meditate, and he was really desperate for immortality. But he used it to practice when it was supposed to be a vigil, and I'm going to talk about him later, this place seems to be very safe, but in fact, once it's blocked, there's no way out, and I don't want to lose my head in my sleep.

I didn't alarm them, I quietly walked outside, and when I saw the goat's farts coming over, I quickly pulled down my face: "Don't follow me, play at the same time!"

It looked at me with wet eyes, and when it saw that I still ignored it, it wanted to come up and lick my hand.

"It's useless to sell cuteness, if you follow me again, I'll let my uncle make you into kebabs!" "Since my uncle said that he would slaughter him and eat it that day, he didn't dare to approach him again, but became my little follower.

Not only was it not scared away, but it bleated, ran over and bit the corner of my pants.

"I'm afraid of you, let's go together. "I finally compromised. "I'll let you try the fish soup too!"

But the goat didn't appreciate it, and it tried to pull me back.

"Don't tell me the fish in the water are your relatives!" I was so annoyed by it that I had to go back to the cave, and then I saw it bouncing up and down as if celebrating its victory.

You're naïve, boy!

I pulled a rope out of my backpack, held it down, and tied it to a large tree outside the cave.

"You scream, no one will come to save you!" I smirked and recited the classic line to it, and walked triumphantly towards the waterhole.

This waterhole is not large, but it is bottomless, and the water is opaque dark green. My uncle openly joked that there are usually water ghosts in such pools in the mountains, and told me to be careful not to be dragged down by the ghosts and become a bride; Anyway, I can't guarantee whether there are water ghosts or not, but the fish in this water are very shrewd, and I have been in the water every day for the past few days, and the harvest is not too big. Maybe it's because my water skills are so poor, I can barely do dog planing, and I have zero experience catching fish underwater.

I lowered my head and washed my face first, but before I could wipe the water on my face, I was pulled into the water by a pair of big hands. I poured several mouthfuls of water unprepared, and when I was about to fight back, I felt a chill in my neck and almost had my throat cut by a knife. The attackers thought they had succeeded, so they grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the surface.

I hate it when people pull my hair when I'm fighting!

I was about to grab his wrist, but I felt that I was holding a fish in my hand, and he immediately broke free. He didn't seem to understand why I would be okay if my throat was cut, and he retreated far away to swim to the surface, how could I let him go up to breathe, and reach out to pull him. Unfortunately, he was very nimble in the water, and with the help of the buoyancy of the water, he easily rose to the surface and evaded my attacks. At this time, I didn't have much itch in my lungs, and I swam up and took a deep breath of fresh air, and when I opened my eyes, I looked for it, and then I felt him pull my feet under the water, and I couldn't help but sink again. I saw a cold light stabbing at my chest, and I quickly protected my heart with my left hand, and the sharp weapon stabbed the back of my hand, barely piercing the skin. He was visibly surprised, hesitated for a second, and I seized the opportunity to bend my knee and smack him the stomach.

He rolled his eyes, blistered in his mouth, and gradually sank to the bottom of the pool. I dragged him ashore and found that he had only fainted, probably with a little more water in his stomach, but not life-threatening.

This is a strong, slightly dark-skinned man I had never seen him before, if at first I thought it was a water ghost, but immediately changed my mind after seeing the swim trunks he was wearing. The absolute safety that my grandfather said was not "absolute".

"Don't move!" I heard a low shout from in front of me, and suddenly there was a small red dot on my head.