The rain kept falling, it kept falling.

The mountains and forests make beautiful harmonies under the watering of the rain, tick-tock, tick-tock, except for the sound of rain in the mountains and forests, there will never be a more beautiful sound in the world.

Zhang Wei, who was lying in the valley, was drenched by the drifting mountain rain and woke up.

"Ah sneeze---" Zhang Wei sneezed fiercely, sat up, and looked around in confusion, the raindrops were still hanging on the branches, and the mountains and forests were still immersed in the rain and fog, "What's going on?" I didn't die. ”

O God! O earth! Am I still alive, and I am still alive after falling off a cliff?

Zhang Wei stood up and looked around suspiciously, where is the wolf? What about tents? What about the stick in my hand?

The mountain is still the same mountain, if nothing else, he should still be in the Qinling Mountains, not far from the Huangbaiyuan Scenic Area.

Zhang Wei was overjoyed, expanded his chest, twisted his waist, and pinched the middle of the person with his hand, convinced that he was indeed alive, and he was a big living person who still had feelings.

I'm so hungry!

On the premise of being sure that he is still alive, when Zhang Wei feels hungry, if there is food in front of him at this time, Zhang Wei believes that he will be able to eat to a terrifying level.

I want to think about it, but there is nothing around him at this time.

Let's go back to the scenic spot first, and only when you get there will you find something to eat and drink.

Zhang Wei took off his clothes, wrung out the water on his body, and walked in the direction of the scenic spot in the south. God is really competitive, walking and walking, the sky is clear, the sun is out, the bright sun shines on the earth through the shade of the trees, Zhang Wei's mood is also better, and he can't help singing:

We are the successors of communism

Inherit the glorious traditions of our revolutionary forefathers

Love the motherland and the people

A bright red scarf flutters on the chest

Not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of enemies

Tenacious study and resolute struggle

Courageously march towards victory

Courageously march towards victory

Courageously march towards victory

……

"Grandma 0, as far as my study is concerned, what about inheriting the revolutionary tradition of my ancestors? It may be possible to inherit the mahjong tradition of my parents. When Zhang Wei started singing this song, he was laughed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei himself was a little embarrassed, and when he looked back, since God gave me another chance to survive, I must study hard, study hard, and strive to be admitted to an ideal university.

But that's all later, let's fill my stomach first.

It happened that there was ripe fruit on the tree in front of him, Zhang Wei picked up a stone, aimed at the fruit on the tree and threw it fiercely, hitting it impartially.

Zhang Wei ran a few steps and stretched out his hand to catch the fruit, and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

"It's so fragrant--, it's the best delicacy in the world."

After a success, Zhang Wei searched for something to eat all the way. Qinling is a treasure house of all things, there are many kinds of wild fruits, as long as people are diligent and willing to collect, it is not a problem to fill their stomachs.

When you have a full stomach, you will be refreshed.

After the attack of the wild wolf, he no longer dared to stay alone in the mountains, so it was better to return to the world as soon as possible. Zhang Wei walked along the original road, ran and ran, and wanted to return to the scenic spot as soon as possible. But he ran a long way while walking, and still didn't find the Huangbaiyuan Scenic Area.

It's weird, I didn't have far from the scenic spot! Why is it that most of the day has passed and I still haven't found the scenic spot?

Zhang Wei looked at the surrounding mountains and the water flow under his feet, yes, the mountains and water flow here are almost exactly the same as the impression he had when he first came, it should be the Huangbaiyuan Scenic Area.

But what about the concrete road? What about artificial toilets? What about the concierge who collects tickets? And the crowds of people coming and going?

There's nothing here at the moment.

The scenery is still the same, but there is not a trace of artificiality, not even a basic road.

What's going on?

Zhang Wei was confused, completely confused, could it be that he had hallucinations, and when he woke up, the whole world changed.

"What's going on? Could it be that someone used the Great Movement to move everything here in an instant? ”

The scenic spot is gone, and I'm still in the mountains, what should I do?

In fact, there is no need to think about it, except to hike out of the mountains, Zhang Wei has no choice.

Zhang Wei reasoned his thoughts, thinking about the way out of the mountain, the first thing he can be sure of is that this is the Qinling Mountains, Xi'an is in the north of the Qinling Mountains, as long as you go all the way to the north, you will definitely be able to get out of the Qinling Mountains and return to Guanzhong, as long as you get to Guanzhong, Xi'an will not be far away.

So Zhang Weixin continued to walk north.

At this time, he still had illusions in his heart, believing that as long as he went all the way north, he would definitely be able to find the road he came, and as long as he walked on the road, he would definitely be able to meet passing cars. The people in the mountains are very hospitable, and the driver will definitely let them ride if they say hello.

Zhang Wei then quickened his pace and ran towards the outside of the mountain.

Time passed little by little, until noon, Zhang Wei didn't know how many roads he walked, climbed a few mountains, but he never met a person, let alone a car, not even a decent dirt road, let alone a road.

Where is the road?

Dare to ask where is the way?

Where?

Zhang Wei climbed a small hill, stood on the mountain and looked down, and finally found a narrow path on the right side of the mountain.

Zhang Wei ran down the hill and walked in the direction of the path.

"Sting--" Zhang Wei ran too anxiously, and his clothes were cut by a branch.

"Grandma 0, it's really a house leak that happens to be rainy, and people are sick of teeth when they drink cold water." Zhang scolded majestically.

Although his clothes were cut off, Zhang Wei still did not stop, and soon came to the path. Along the path all the way to the north, Zhang Wei walked for most of the day, hoping to meet a person or a family.

The idea was quickly extinguished by the unforgiving reality, because the path below the mountain was the same as in the mountain, and there was not even a person along the way.

What about people?

Where have all the people gone?

Now he was a little worried, if he couldn't find the main road, the car, the people, he would have to spend the night in the mountains tonight like last night.

Zhang Weijiu was worried at the thought of spending the night in the mountains, he knew very well that there was a great chance of encountering wolves or other wild beasts overnight in the mountains.

It was dark again.

Zhang Wei still hasn't found a single family, let alone seen anyone.

What is the way of this world? Are you lost again? Or was it that the whole world had changed dramatically while I was sleeping in the mountains?

What to do! It's going to be dark again, do I still have to sleep in the mountains?

The disappointment was extreme, and hope appeared, and just when Zhang Wei was about to completely lose hope, he saw a thatched house appear in a depression not far from the path.

Thatched huts?

Is there still a thatched house in modern society?

However, looking back, there are many people in today's society who have a good life, but they want to come to Qinling Mountain to be a hermit, either to escape the world, or to sell their reputation, or to show their own high status, there are all kinds of reasons.

It was already evening, and there was a puff of smoke coming from the thatched huts in the valleys.

Where there are fireworks, there are people. It doesn't matter if he's a hermit or a commoner, let's spend the night first.

Zhang Wei was overjoyed and ran towards the thatched hut at the bottom of the mountain.