The dream is a dark and bottomless abyss.

My body keeps falling and falling, and there is no end!

I couldn't struggle, I couldn't move, I couldn't find my way, I couldn't see any light.

I convinced myself that it was just a dream, just a dream!

The moment I woke up, I heard a slight popping sound in the room.

When I opened my eyes, I turned my head to see the dry wood burning in the hearth in the corner of the room, from which I heard the sound.

After moving my body, I sat up with some prostration.

After a long while, I realized that I was hungry.

I spent half of the day asleep, and when I was awake, I could barely get up and walk half a circle around the house.

My body was horribly thin, as if all my flesh had been dried.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, I was almost frightened when I saw my body.

I can't remember where this is, and I don't know who I am?!

My mind went blank, and soon I met the owner of the small courtyard, and he said that he had rescued me from the river.

The boat I was in hit the reef and everyone on board died, leaving me with a piece of wood washed up on the beach.

When he saw me, I was unconscious, clutching the piece of wood in my hands.

He brought me back by boat and dragged me up the mountain on a stretcher made of bamboo.

He saved my life!

He asked me to call him Mr. Mu, he was a doctor, he was very old, even his hair and beard were white.

I lay in the cabin for several months, and according to him, not only did I hit the boat and choke on the water, but my head hit the rocks on the river beach, and there was a lot of bruise in my brain, and Mr. Mu did everything he could to save me.

Strangely, I woke up, but I couldn't remember the previous qiē.

Who am I on the boat with? Where am I going?

It's a pity that those people have sunk to the bottom of the river. No one can tell me an answer.

It's just that sometimes in my dreams, there will be someone calling my name intermittently, and every time I try to hear it clearly and remember, as soon as I wake up, I will forget all about it.

Until one day, I asked Mr. Mu, I must have a name, and he kept calling me little girl.

He hesitated for a long time before saying, it's better to call Xiao Ling'er.

Moment. My eyes widened. The heart beats like a drum. I suddenly remembered that the person in my dream seemed to be the one who called me Xiao Ling'er!

Be! He kept shouting: Xiao Ling'er! Xiao Ling'er!

His tone sounded so sad that even I felt like my heart was being grabbed when I listened to it in my dreams.

I couldn't make out his face. Who is he?

My body because of such a strict accident, one of the sequelae of my body is my headache, sometimes I will faint in pain, but Mr. Mu said that it is only the residual bruises, and it will get better slowly, and this pain will not kill me compared to the danger when I first hit the ship.

Well, I'll probably live a hundred years, I think.

It's not that you won't die. Will there be a blessing?

But looking at Mr. Mu, I felt strange again.

Because Mr. Mu is really a weird person, although he can make different medicines, and the medicine that can change food for us should not be much worse.

He can cook delicious dishes. His dishes are really good, I like the dumplings he makes with mugwort leaves, the filling inside is shiitake mushrooms with diced bamboo shoots, and it tastes good!

All his interests in life seem to be only medicine and cooking.

Since I woke up, day by day, I have gradually gained weight, and my body does not look so thin and thin.

I once looked at the mirror in my house and was so scared that it almost didn't break, but now that I've gained weight, I dare to take it out again.

The mirror is small, but you can see the face reflected in it because of the changes in the past few months, as if it were a different person.

Looking at the facial features carefully, every place is very good-looking, it turns out that it is only because it is so thin and skinny.

I came to the conclusion that women can't be too thin! Gotta get some meat!

My strength gradually began to recover, and I progressed from being able to walk on the ground to walking a few laps in the yard.

Mr. Mu asked me to move my body every day, he said, lying down for so long, I thought I couldn't hold on, and now I can wake up, because God has the virtue of a good life, and I want me to promise him to cherish this second chance to live.

When Mr. Mu said that, his eyes glistened with tears.

I always felt as if he was hiding something from me, but he was really kind to me, he cooked delicious dishes for me every day, and went to the mountains to dig up all kinds of medicinal herbs and make soup for me to drink.

My body recovered faster than expected, and by the time I was able to follow him up the mountain to collect medicine, it was already autumn of the year.

The place where we live is called Lost Valley, which is a quiet and beautiful place, there is only a small courtyard where Mr. Mu and I live on the mountain, and there are no other neighbors around.

The nearest villages to us are on the outskirts of several large mountains, and we have to climb mountains to reach them.

Mr. Mu would go out regularly, bringing a large bag of prepared medicinal herbs, and the medicines he prepared were always very popular, and when he returned, he would exchange some prey with the mountain people and the rice wine they brewed.

But Mr. Mu wouldn't let me drink, and he would sometimes sit under the big tree and drink sullenly until the moontop treetops.

The maple leaves on the mountain are gradually changing color, indicating that late autumn is approaching.

One day Mr. Mu came to me.

At the door of the wooden house under the big tree, he sat on a chair and looked at me and said, "Xiao Ling'er, would you like to go out of the mountain?" “

I thought about it, shook my head, and said, "I don't want to." “

Hearing this, Mr. Mu turned his head and looked at me in surprise, and he said, "You live in such a remote valley with an old man like me, don't you want to go out and see what it looks like outside?" “

I still shook my head: "I don't even know who I am, what am I going out for?" “

Mr. Mu was silent for a long time before he said, "Although the boat you are on has sunk and no one else has survived, there may be relatives outside you, if you want, you can go out and have a look." "If you have relatives, how can you not come to me for so long, you said, I have been in a coma for a few months, and it has been several months since I woke up, adding up to more than half a year." "You've never talked about it. Someone is looking for me. "Approximately, my relatives are on the ship."

I lowered my head sadly and said, "Since that's the case, what else do I go out for, you are my savior, I will stay to take care of you, okay?" “

Mr. Mu said sadly: "Xiao Ling'er, you are still young, this kind of place is not something you should keep for a long time." "There is no girl as big as you outside, and there is no one who lives like this."

I am adamantly against it. Mr. Muk's lobbying didn't work for me in the slightest. I continued to live an uneventful life in Lost Valley.

When the first snow falls. Mr. Mu slipped and fell on the mountain road and rolled down the mountain.

This accident made his whole person age rapidly, but after lying on the chuang for more than a month, he couldn't support it.

I brought the freshly brewed medicinal soup to the wooden house where he lived.

Mr. Mu struggled to prop up his body from the chuang. His legs were weak, so I stepped forward to help him and let him lean comfortably on the cushion of his head.

He took a few sips of medicine and gasped: "Xiao Ling'er, you grind ink for me, I want to write a letter." “

I've been following Mr. Mu for so long, and I've never seen Mr. Mu write to anyone.

I found ink and inkstones in the cupboard, and added a few sticks of wood to the fire in the hearth to make the room a little warmer.

Pour some water. I polished the ink, Mr. Mu picked up the pen, and I couldn't do anything, so I volunteered to ghostwrite.

Mr. Mu shook his head and said, "I must write this letter, because people who read it will recognize my handwriting." “

He finished writing the letter in fits and starts. Give it to me and let me seal it.

He beckoned me over and whispered, "Go get another piece of paper, I'll draw a map." “

I saw a struggling expression on Mr. Mu's face, shook his head and said, "It's the same to paint tomorrow, it's the same when it's cold, you better rest early." “

He said very stubbornly: "It must be now, while I still feel clearly." “

I couldn't resist Mr. Mu, so I had to give him the paper, and he drew a map while thinking. "Xiao Ling'er," as soon as Mr. Mu finished drawing, he called me over who was guarding the fireside to add firewood, and he sighed and said, "In my life, I have drawn a map of the Lost Valley for the second time." “

He showed me the route above, and I realized that the place where the valley came out of the valley was a large forest, on the other side of the waterfall that we passed when we were collecting medicine.

Passing through the woods, you will come to a river beach, which is a slope.

Mr. Mu drew a map of the river going out, I looked at it at first glance, almost didn't get dizzy, he explained to me in detail how to walk, pass through a few dark holes, pay attention to the reef.

It was not enough to point out the route, so Mr. Mu asked me to draw the line on the drawing according to what he said, and I did.

Mr. Mu deliberately cared for it: "The picture I drew is to be able to go out by boat as mentioned on the map when the snow melts in spring next year, but this route is only the route of that season, because you can see the dark hole I marked on the map." "There is a difference in the water level in the river, and if the water level is high, the boat will get stuck in the dark hole and can't get through."

I looked at the complicated map in my hand, and I couldn't understand it with two brushes, but fortunately he personally guided me.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "This place in Lost Valley is so special. ”

"But Mr. Mu, how did you think of living in such a place, it's too difficult for people from outside to come in, but it's not easy for you to go out by yourself."

Mr. Mu showed a rare smile, he had not had such a happy expression for many days, he said, "A few years ago, I also heard a girl ask me this. “

It was the first time he mentioned anyone other than me, and I was surprised, "She went with me." “

Mr. Mu smiled and nodded: "Yes, I want to go together." “