As a new human being from the 21st century, the way to make a living is always planned, and you can't just rely on the food that you can get every day to survive the rest of the year. So, I sat on the haystack with Xiaoyu and I talked about my planning career. I tilted my head and asked, "Xiaoyu, is it feasible for Wu Kewen?" "Wen Tao's martial arts strategy is not clear, this article, I just have a little understanding of the childhood puzzles of the master of the school, this martial arts, these years in the hunting training under the actual combat of the bounce power has improved, that's all." "Oh, it's okay, we're thinking about it." I pressed my temple with my index finger, looked down and thought about it, and then asked, "Xiaoyu, is it feasible to cook food and simmer soup?" She rolled her eyes in a rare way, and pointed to this barren land with her hand, as if she was asking with her mind, "Are you stupid, how can there be any ingredients to cook and simmer in this barren land?" I received a look of disgust and closed my mouth in amusement.

Hey, what can you mix with food and clothing in this era? I'm still racking my brains to figure it out. My mind was shifted to the crowded and bustling streets of the 21st century, where the hawkers used to operate under what signboards. My brainwave channel shifted to the street scene, and swept through the "barbecue restaurant", "fast food restaurant", "small noodle restaurant" and "food stall" with the advancement of the camera. Obviously, these set allocations are too high and too risky, and there is no possibility of being real under the current conditions. How can we make a smooth transition to a well-off life instead of being stuck in the swamps of the slums? There is no preset of skills, and the "showmanship" or something can only be abstained from, thinking of this, I can't help but hide my face and be ashamed. I am ashamed of how I was willing to be a waste wood in my previous life, muddy. If you have a little brain, a little foresight, and learn an excavator or a chef, you won't even have a way out now.

A middle school teacher once said, "Put the things that are not solved for the time being behind you, and the easy things in front of you." I turned to face the little fish, stared at her stupidly, and watched her face gradually swell into the color of a tomato, and I was willing to look away and let her go. She was stunned for a while, then looked at me with a worried expression, and asked embarrassedly in a suppressed voice: "What do you see, am I ugly, but there is no way, since I survived, I can only leave behind irrelevant things such as appearance, and put survival and life first." When I heard her say that, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Looking at her, I just want to remember this face well, to engrave it in my heart, and often miss it, some people, even if they get along for a short time, but they are profound. Unexpectedly, such a gaze made her sensitive heart think about it. It turns out that there is a moment when strength is exhausted, tearing off the skin of camouflage, and there is nowhere to hide that cowardice. I was very relieved that she could take off her mask in front of me, cry loudly, and ask nervously. After all, a friend is the fulcrum of support for the world to tilt towards you, but she is always behind you to push you to support. I am very honored to be able to serve as a fulcrum to balance the beams of affection.

"Why don't you talk, it's okay, in fact, I'm used to it." The corners of my mouth twitched, and I didn't forget to tap her head lightly and said, "Why, think too much, I was thinking about things just now, because I have a special habit, that is, when I think about important things, I need to have a focus point to concentrate." It just so happens that you're sitting across from me, so. "Oh, well, she smiled brightly with eight teeth, scratching the back of her head with her hand." So what important things did you think about just now, tell me, it's better for two people to think about it together than to think about it alone. I looked into her deep eyes and asked tentatively, "If I'm leaving tomorrow, will you join me?" She stammered for a long time and didn't finish a complete sentence, a little shocked, her eyes widened to figure out what I thought. I see that she is nervous, in fact, I already have the answer, she is unwilling to go to the end of the world with me, and the reason is probably right. But I still didn't give up wanting to fight for it, so I took her hand and said, "This is not a place to live for a long time, you listen to me once, believe me once, okay?" She smiled and looked at me, avoided my hand by the way, stood up and looked around the lonely village and said: "Here, I can't leave, I can't escape, the memories, feelings, and my mother's "a handful of loess" are all blocking my prison, I am destined to end the rest of my life, and you don't need to say anything else." I got up and walked up to her, and when I saw the look of determination in her eyes, I knew that no amount of clever words would be in vain. She has me in her eyes and in her heart, but she is bound by loyalty and filial piety after all. I sighed and slept with my eyes closed, but she stared at the stars and didn't know what to think.

"There will be a time to part, and it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet" The day of parting soon followed, and I decided that it was time to go in the early morning of the night, and the fingers that were reluctant to let go were finally separated in the immediate separation, and the cry that endured in the throat still resounded in the sky after all, and the face that was always cheerful and smiling was finally blurred by tears. We met in the bush, and we were also here, and when we think of the innocent face at this time in the future, can we still find the long-lost tremor?

Leaving Xiaoyu, the road alone seems a little lonely, and the surroundings have always been the same dilapidated and dilapidated houses. The collapsed eaves and the falling lanterns show the style of the "murderous mansion" very vividly. I don't have time to delve into the interior of these houses to see if there are any ghosts or beautiful women, all I can think about is flocking to crowded places to make a living. As I said before, I often forget my tiredness, but now I can't stop traveling day and night. After walking for a long time, from the afterglow of the sunset to the sky covered by the morning glow, from the sunshine projected in the early morning to the deep dew in the middle of the night, I have gone on a journey with them. I thought that such an aimless walk would last for a long time, but who knew that the surging river gave me guidance. I rushed forward, and the vast river melted all the tenderness into it. I bared my jagged teeth and laughed, watching the moment when the waves of the river extended my laughter into the river, I finally smiled with relief.

The waves on the river are not turbulent, they are gentle and boundless, but unfortunately, there are no boats moored on the river, and it may not be easy to get out of this place. But none of the solutions were made out of thin air, I looked back at the old road, the collapsed wooden eaves could be put to good use, and the red silk covering the lamp solved the urgent need. I hurried over, picking up sticks of wood and scattered lanterns on the ground. First of all, I arranged the wooden strips in an orderly manner, tore off the red silk and tied it to form a raft, then used a lantern to support the raft and waterfall, and then tied all the equipment firmly to it, and finally tore the red silk and tied it to my waist. The two longest strips play the role of supporting the fiber and controlling the direction and angle of the raft. As soon as I had it, and the east wind assisted, I carried this raft and began to drift on the river. After a day of skiing, I finally reached the other side, I moored the raft, stepped on the mud with my bare paws, and started a new journey with anticipation.

The prosperity of this place is no less than that of a scenic spot, and the bustling flow of people is constantly shuttling. In the meantime, the sharp cries of hawkers and the barking of chickens and dogs are all incessant. The prosperity here is really a mockery of the defeat of the village. I prefer the hustle and bustle of the city, after all, it's the only place where I have a chance to survive. In order to prevent the recurrence of the last "group fight", this time I had the foresight to borrow the shoes and socks that people here were drying in front of the door. Wrap my paws tightly with the red silk that I hadn't used up last night, and then put on the borrowed shoes and socks, so that my unusual parts are hidden, and it should be easier to find a job or something. After I finished dressing, I walked with more confidence. It's good, everything is expected, no one looks at me with strange eyes, and I feel good for the first time that "shemales are equal".

Now I'm about the same height as a seven or eight-year-old child, and I'm lucky to have the skills to grow in seconds. It's clear that the economy is not bad, but what I don't know is that child labor is not recruited here. After some deliberation, I mustered up the courage to enter a restaurant that looked magnificent and tall. Now I am no longer a "huddle duo" with good partners but alone, and the journey of one person is inevitably a little difficult, but surviving it is a new tomorrow.