Where am I?

In the past two days, Shang Cheng had asked himself the same question countless times, but there was never an accurate and clear answer.

He was now standing on a mountain beam, looking around, and everywhere he could see, there were mountains of high and low mountains; The mountains are not high cliffs and steep cliffs, nor are they majestic and strange, but the mountains are connected to the sky, and the white mist is thick and falling, and under the reflection of the morning light, a reckless breath of Pei Peiran is blowing in the face, which can not make people feel tightness in the chest. The mountains are full of black pressed trees, pines, cypresses, acacia and poplars, and oaks, which are chaotic, not like deliberately planted economic forests. From time to time, there is a mountain wind blowing, and the fog and smoke are whistling, and at this time I see the pine waves like a tide, and the cypress crown is like a wave, and the mountains and mountains are all whirring and making a sound far and near. The mountain wind seems to carry frost, and when it blows on people, it teaches people to stiffen their hands and feet......

He couldn't help but be clever in the wind, and quickly turned behind a pine tree to take shelter.

What the hell is this place?

Once again, he asked himself in his heart. Although he knew that there was no answer, he still couldn't help but ask.

He did not dare to linger too long behind the tree, and when the wind was a little lighter, he walked down the mountain with difficulty in his slippers. He didn't dare to walk too fast, and he had to pay attention to the situation under his feet, and he had to be careful to bypass the dead branches and broken piles, because his foam slippers had been tattered after two days and two nights of travel. It is said that it is a slipper, but in fact, there is only one sole left in both shoes; The soles of his shoes were tied to his feet with strips of cloth so that his feet would not be injured; The strip of cloth was ripped from his jersey. As for the upper of the slipper, I don't know where he threw it for a long time.

He is no longer walking, but moving; Almost every few steps he took, he had to hold on to a tree and catch his breath.

He had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, hunger, thirst, exhaustion and sleepiness, hovering around him all the time, like four ferocious beasts of prey, galloping and roaring and waiting in the darkness.

But he didn't dare to sleep. He was afraid that he would never wake up again when he fell asleep. There are beasts in this mountain! The wolf roared and the leopard roared and the jackal cried and the deer cried, and he heard it almost all over again. I even heard a tiger roar last night! He swears, it's definitely a tiger roar! For the sound had just risen from a distant place and came through the forest, and all the sounds around it suddenly died down, and the insects that had been singing all night seemed to have disappeared......

There was another reason why he didn't dare to sleep, and that was that he was afraid that it would deprive him of the chance to be rescued. Although he also knew that the chances of someone coming to his rescue were almost zero. He had come from his dormitory so suddenly, and who else would have thought that he would come to such a desolate place with no one but himself?

What the fuck is this?!

He didn't know why he had come to this deep mountain forest. He was sitting on the edge of the bed one second ago and reached out for his mobile phone, because the phone was ringing, but the next moment what he grabbed in his hand was a branch. Thankfully, he was able to catch the branch, otherwise he would have had to fall straight down from more than three meters of height, and although the tree was mostly fist-thick leaves and knee-high weeds, it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't fall on the tangled roots......

He had tried many times to understand why he had come here from his dorm room, UFOs, alien space-time rifts, or other mysterious phenomena, and he even remembered reading in a magazine in high school that a couple in Argentina were driving home from an inexplicable fog on the road to Belgium on the other side of the Atlantic. He may have been in the same situation that the Argentine couple had encountered. But someone else was "smuggled" to Belgium, where did he go? What made him even more incomprehensible was that the time in the dormitory was still afternoon a moment ago, and it would be early morning in the blink of an eye; One moment the season was still early winter, and in the blink of an eye it was spring. It was spring, and he had paid close attention to this, and the treetops were full of young leaves that had just seen green and were not yet full, and this was the only thing he dared to eat in two days, that is, not to be hungry......

His stomach rumbled in protest again.

He picked a handful of new leaves from the elm branches beside him, slowly stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and chewed them with difficulty. The bitter taste of the leaves is immediately transmitted from the tongue to the whole body; The sour breath in his mouth rushed to his nose, making him almost unable to breathe; The tormented stomach spasms and convulses even more reflexively, and one by one it still can't adapt to this "food".

He commanded himself: Swallow them all!

His stomach rejected the excessively coarse "food" of leaves, but reason told him that he had to eat, that he needed to replenish his strength now, and that he needed to replenish water, and that eating elm leaves would make up for some of the body's lack of water before he found a reliable source of water, at least this thing had no toxins, and was nutritious, at least more nutritious than pine needles. And weed roots ...... Digging and cleaning grass roots is not an easy task, and it takes more physical energy than picking leaves, so he needs to save as much energy as possible now.

He couldn't help but do it, and he had to work hard to maintain his strength until he knew where he was.

He knew that if he continued to ask what the hell was here, he might not be able to get to the populated area and fall down. But he couldn't control his thoughts, he didn't want to think about it, it was like colorless, odorless, and ubiquitous air, which would pop up in his mind anytime and anywhere. Alas, this once again proves the truth of the statement that "the fear of the unknown is the worst enemy of mankind".

Fortunately, he knew that he was still on Earth, and that he could still breathe air, and that he could see a full moon at night. And he was in the temperate zone of the northern hemisphere for two consecutive mornings, and he found the morning star in the night sky in the east! Maybe it's the morning star, he's not too sure, but it's brightest and brightest in the darkest moment before dawn...... He remembered reading it in some book, and only the northern hemisphere could see the star. In the northern hemisphere of the earth, these two points of knowledge can make him feel more or less nervous.

It's just a little better.

The point is that he didn't see anyone for two days and two nights!

Over a mountain after a mountain, over a beam after a beam, mountain after mountain, mountain after mountain, all around except the sound of the wind and the swaying of the woods, there was only the chirping of birds and insects and the roar of wild beasts, there was no sound, and the monotony made people involuntarily frightened and cringe. What he desires most now is to be able to hear people's voices, it doesn't matter if he can understand it or not, it's just human! Chinese, Koreans, Koreans, Russians or Mongolians or even Eskimos, as long as they are human, even savages! Even if they arrested him as a robber, locked him up as a stowaway, or even killed as a thief, at least he could hear people's voices and die a clear death, which was better than dying here without knowing it......

On one occasion he clearly heard someone whispering in his ear, the voice was indecipherable, like a monk chanting sutras in the distance, or as if someone was confiding in him. He frantically circled around several trees looking for the source of the sound, only to find that it was a cricket-like insect singing, and then he realized that his face was covered with tears......

He was well aware that perhaps he would go insane in the wilderness of the mountains until he died of madness.

To his own surprise, this bold prediction did not surprise and sorrow him. He can still laugh and tell himself: Ha! Robinson is just a fictional character of a writer, if there is a real person, he is probably not as good as you, at least he knows his approximate location, and he has reaped so much benefit from the sunken ship, but look at you? You don't even know where you are, and all you can get is half a jersey, a pair of pants, and two slippers without uppers......

In this comparison, he had the courage to persevere, and it seemed that even the physical and mental fatigue had been reduced a lot, his steps were much easier, and even the bitter elm leaves had a sweet taste when chewed......

For two days and two nights, he had been torn back and forth between despair and the desire to survive, until his eyes suddenly dawned.

Rivulet!

I don't know when, he has walked out of the mountain forest, and a stream appears in front of his eyes!

Yes, not a river, it's a stream.

The sound of gurgling water is as melodious as heaven, and the crystal clear water is as clean and immaculate as a girl's eyes, and even the rocks protruding from the water have never been so delicate and upright......

He threw himself almost to the side of the stream, fell on his knees on a cobblestone washed by the flowing water, and prostrated himself and drank greedily from the stream.

Clear, sweet water!

He wasn't so thirsty, and he didn't drink water all for hydration, he just didn't know how to express his gratitude and devotion to the stream, so he was so excited to kiss her and suck her, she was his signpost, his direction, his hope; Follow her, and the hope of returning to the middle of the crowd will be magnified countless times......

It was not until he had drunk so much that he could no longer drink any more that he let out a long sigh of relief, shook his head contentedly, and staggered to find a sunny stone by the stream and sat down.

He was only now beginning to lazily gaze at the stream and figure out what he was going to do next.

But after his body and mind relaxed, he fell asleep against the stone wall almost between breaths. He was so tired that he didn't even have a dream this time.

He himself did not know how long he had slept, but as soon as the insects and birds chirped quietly in the woods on the other side of the stream, he immediately woke up, and jumped to his feet as if someone had lifted the spring.

He immediately spotted a leopard spun out of a rocky hill on the other side of the stream.

The leopard had a long neck, a thin tail and a bulging belly, and moved the stones by the stream. The beast was upwind, and he didn't even notice that there were still living people around, until he was almost at the edge of the flowing water, and he stood vigilantly and stared at Shang Cheng with a pair of yellow and green eyes.

Shang Cheng stiffened and stared at the leopard. The muscles in his legs bulged one by one, but he couldn't move; His hands were full of sweat, but he didn't dare to let go.

I don't know how long it took, but the leopard snorted demonstratively, climbed down the front half of its body, slowly moved to the edge of the stream, poked its head out and stuck out its tongue to lick the water. Shang Cheng didn't dare to move, he felt that even when the leopard was drinking water, his eyes had been watching him, until the leopard drank enough water and slowly retreated to the edge of the stone wall, he felt that the tight string in his heart relaxed slightly.

The leopard snorted again, then turned around and jumped up the rock, disappearing into the depths of the woods in the blink of an eye.

This unexpected encounter made Shang Cheng completely sleepy. He immediately made up his mind to leave this place immediately, and to follow the stream downstream, one by one, it was more likely that he would meet people. Moreover, it is imperative that he also prepare something for self-defense.

Not long after he walked out, he saw a wooden stick in the grass. The stick was not long, about a little shorter than his arm was straight, but it was easier to exert strength, and the end of the stick was smooth and round, and it was easy to wield in his hand, especially since he felt that it was very handy, as if it had been specially made for him.

He danced the stick whirring and saying to himself, "Hey! You're in luck! As soon as you said that you want to find something to defend yourself, there is a stick waiting for you here!

After a few swings, he suddenly became alert to something not quite right with the stick.

Although the end of the stick is not of the usual thickness, compared to the branches of the tree, the thickness is very uniform, and it is a little unbelievably straight! It's not like something that falls naturally from a tree! If you look closely, there are traces of axe planing and knife cutting on the stick; Only the cutting of knives and axes will leave this narrow plane on the left and the right on the wood, and only the frequent rubbing of the human hand will make the edges and corners round and smooth......

This stick is made by hand!

He immediately trembled with excitement at his discovery! Oh my God, that means it's already populated! Yes, it may be that the owner of the stick is still a long way from here, maybe it will take a day or two or even two or three days to meet people again, but it doesn't matter! The important thing is that he can see and hear people again, and he will soon be able to return to his familiar life!

He danced excitedly and howled loudly!

Even the rolling hills are actively responding to his cries: "I'm going back, I'm going back, I'm going back, I'm going back......

When the excitement was released, he made an even more significant discovery!

What he stepped on was a sheep's intestine path! It's just that he was so excited just now that he didn't notice it at all. In fact, it was not that he did not notice, but that he had noticed and been disappointed many times in the past two days, and the person had become so numb that he had lost even the desire to carefully observe his surroundings for clues......

He was almost trotting all the way to the road. The more he went, the more he discovered. He was pleased to find that this foot-diameter path, which can only accommodate two people at most, has been walked recently, because there are many footprints left on the road, and he knows that only the mud after the rain has been stepped on and then dried by the sun will leave such footprints! Not only human footprints, but also footprints of large livestock such as horses and donkeys! He even saw livestock manure in the middle of the road! Hah, these unhygienic guys don't even know that "open defecation is not allowed here"......

He walked along the path that winded through the valley, going round mountain and But at this time, he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly

"Autumn age! Autumn age! Autumn age one by one"

He paused suddenly, listening carefully to discern the direction from which the shouts were coming from. He didn't understand whether "Qiu Ling" was a human name or something else, but he could hear the anxiety and panic in his voice, as well as despair and struggle!

Something dangerous must be happening!

The thought crossed his mind almost as soon as he heard the shout. He immediately thought of the leopard he had met by the stream, and the tiger roar he had heard the night before, and he couldn't help but clench the wooden stick in his hand.