The shack is not very large, and it can only accommodate three or four people......

A layer of hay was laid on the ground, and a large blue cloth bag was piled up on one side of the wall.

On one side of the wall, a dagger was inserted, and a candle was placed on it, and it was this candle that had just been lit.

The man I kicked looked to be in his twenties, and his features were fairly handsome, but a deep scar stretched from one side of his eyebrows to his cheeks.

Half of the face looks delicate, and if the other half of the face is viewed alone, the scar looks a little scary.

He was dressed in black, of ordinary fabric, and strangely enough, his hands were tucked into his sleeves, just like when the weather was cold.

He leaned there lazily, looking tired from just waking up, his eyes rolled on my face, and he said with a surprised expression: "Where this bird doesn't, there is actually a woman here." ”

After saying this, he closed his eyes to himself.

I stood in the doorway, observing his reaction, hesitated for a moment, and bowed, "Excuse me, I want to rest here for the night." ”

"If you want to enter, you can enter, where is there so much nonsense." He yawned.

In an instant, he rose from the ground.

The shack was small, and he was sure that he was half a head taller than me, and although it was of medium height for a man, it was still not tall enough for him to stand up straight.

As I watched, he stepped back to the side and approached the earthen wall where the dagger was placed, and I sat down on the other side of him, each occupying a corner on one side.

The roof covered by the shack was already a little dilapidated, and there were small crevices, and I was afraid that it would be difficult to resist the cold of the night in the mountains, so I saw a thick pile of hay on the ground, and twisted a few with my hands and rubbed it. It's very dry to the touch.

I took out the flint I had brought back from my body, and gathered a small pile of hay on the ground, and I planned to make a fire to keep warm.

The man on the other side closed his eyes again, and appeared to be asleep.

The flint lit with a soft sound...... He suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that I was drawing fire up the haystack, and immediately swooped down, snatched the flint from my hand, and lay at my feet.

The action was so fierce that it almost scared me to death!

"Are you stupid?" The scar-faced man's hand that had always been in his sleeve finally showed his true face at this time, his hands were wrapped in strips of cloth, and there were blood stains on them, and he shouted to me, "If you want to kill yourself, don't take Lao Tzu's life." ”

I looked at him in horror for a moment, and then said, "Which one is going to kill himself?" ”

"Is there a third person in this place? You're talking about ghosts. ”

"Ghosts don't need to kill themselves." I said to him with a blank face.

He froze for a few seconds. Looking at me with a black face, I calmly continued: "I want to make a fire." ”

"How can you make a fire like this?"

When he had finished saying this, the flint would not be returned to me, and there was no more to follow.

I had to speak first: "I had an interview outside to make a fire, but I couldn't light it." The dead branches found were all soaked by the rain in the mountains and dried by the mountain wind, although they looked dry on the outside, they were very wet on the inside. "If you can't catch fire, you'll choke people."

I looked down and grabbed a small handful of hay, spread my palm, and I flicked my fingers and motioned to him, "The grass in this shed is very dry." I can light it. "Must make a fire?" A moment later, he said suddenly.

I nodded, "yes, or I can't stand this mountain night." "Women are trouble." He sighed and complained, but his tone was gentler than before.

He turned his back and rummaged through his baggage. I was still muttering: "People can't look good, look like this, no wonder stupid can" "Thank you for the compliment," I pointed to my ears and smiled, "My hearing is very good." “

He raised an eyebrow. He turned to me and said, "How do you know I'm praising you?" "You're telling the truth, at least in me." Someone was not by my side, there was a lack of comparison, and it was rare for someone to praise me for my good looks, so I accepted it without shame......

Listen to half of the good words, ignore the second half of the sentence that he said I was stupid.

I glanced down at his hands and asked, "How do you make a fire in the shed?" "I told you just that if you accidentally light a fire here, you can set the whole shack on fire." "So scary?" "I'm separating the two piles of grass." "That's not going to work alone, you know, hay is the easiest to ignite, and if it catches fire all at once, it will be brought to the side." "I don't know if the whole shed is going to burn you."

He had already said it twice, and I came down the river with a saying, "Can you do me a favor?" "Naturally, you haven't been in the wild?" "I've made a fire in a cave," I said, looking up at the walls of the small shack, and frowning, "it's the first time I've made such a broken place." "Look, I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Scarface turned back to the base of the wall on his side, and found another dagger from the burden resting on the ground, which was much more delicate than the shoddy one inserted in the wall.

The handle of the dagger was also inlaid with several precious stones.

I glanced at the dagger he was holding in his hand, it looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

After thinking about it carefully, a clue appeared in my mind, and I wanted to ask him, but I didn't say it.

This person is just a meeting in Pingshui, so don't inquire about the news. "Look at it, next time you run into such a broken shed, if you light a fire, you have to come like this."

He reached out and tossed aside all the hay on the ground, and then dug a trench in the ground.

When he was digging, his movements were clumsy, and he thought that the injury on his hand was hindering his progress.

I asked him, "Do you need help?" "It's a little thing, you don't need it."

He rejected me, waited for the ditch to finish, and then took a pile out of the haystack in the corner of the wall and rested on the small piece of ground surrounded by the ditch in the middle.

After three or two strokes, he lit the flint.

The hay in the shack burned vigorously, and gradually the warmth rose. "That's the way to do it, do you see clearly?" "See clearly."

He retreated into his own corner. This time he leaned against the wall, his eyes looking at me repeatedly.

I was a little furious by him, and I looked at him and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" "Where did it come from?" He gave up the idea of sleeping. Start asking me.

I pointed in the direction of the gravel beach I had been walking into, in fact, that was what I thought was that it was not easy for someone like me, who had a very bad sense of direction, to point out the right path.

But he understood, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes and said, "You are from the mountains?" ”

The deep mountains he said should be the area of the gravel beach, I nodded.

"Listen to your accent. It's not from the Lake Country, it's not from any other race," he thought for a moment, tilting his head, "and though it looks good, it doesn't look like it's from Sealand." How did you end up in that place, and still alone? ”

"It's a long story." I bowed my head and said, "Anyway, I used to sail in a boat in a mountain waterway, but when I encountered a rapid, the boat broke down, so I was washed up by the water to that tributary deep in the mountains. ”

I'll be honest.

"When I woke up. It was on a gravel beach, and I drove for a day to get here. ”

"Do you know where this is?"

Hiding the episode when I was in a hurry in the woods, I shook my head and said, "You are the first person I saw when I woke up, I wanted to ask you, but I was afraid of disturbing your sleep." I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning when you wake up and ask. ”

"Since you're willing to speak now, please tell me where this is."

"You are not from Sealand."

He suddenly smiled and said, "I'm pretty sure. ”

Several times when Sealand was mentioned, I looked at him strangely and said, "Are you familiar with Sealand?" I said it several times in such a small time. ”

"I'm going to Sealand, I'm going to stay here for two days and then I'm leaving."

I thought of the pile of graves scattered on the hill outside. He was going to stay for two more days, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps on my body, and blurted out, "You like it here?" ”

"You're not only stupid, but you also don't have good eyes." He raised his hands to me and said, "Don't you see I'm hurt?" ”

"Can I take a look?"

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his arm at me, and I approached him and reached out to untie the coarsely wrapped strip of cloth on it, wrapping it around many times, but bandaging it very unlawfully.

"Which fool is this, tying up rice dumplings? If you wrap it like this for another two days, the wound will only fester. ”

He was visibly choked by my words, and saw me quickly untie the cloth strap from his hand, and a bloodstained strip of cloth on the ground was piled up in a small pile.

On the wrists of both of his hands, there were wounds from the sword, and the color was already a little black.

I took out the life-saving bottles from my bosom, looked at them in the candlelight, took out the bottle of powder that had been used to treat the wound, opened the cork, and poured a little bit of it on his wrists.

The pale yellow powder emitted a cool and pleasant smell, but it didn't smell like the gold sore medicine you saw on weekdays.

He watched my movements with great curiosity, and when he saw the yellowish powder covering the wound, he leaned in and sniffed it.

"You're a doctor?" Raising his head again, the gaze in his eyes was noticeably different.

"It's a three-legged cat doctor." I met his inquiring gaze and did not deny his claim.

I agreed, but clarified a little, "The medicine I gave you just now was not prepared by me, a three-legged cat doctor, but by a top doctor." ”

"You still have such a good medicine with you, and you didn't lose it when you hit the ship." His eyes lit up.

"That's my luck, and it's also God's eye-opening."

I carefully put the medicine bottle into my arms: "You have said it, stupid like this, and come out to walk the rivers and lakes, if I don't have some means of self-preservation, how dare I enter this shed, dare to stay overnight in the mass grave." ”