Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Two savages live

When I felt the slightest consciousness, I vaguely thought: Am I still alive? But I fell from a cliff nearly 100 meters high! The screams of horror as I fell from a high altitude still echoed in my faint senses. After writing "Fun", I felt like I was sad www.biquge.info past. It was only when the gossamer of life squirmed in my consciousness again that I gradually realized that I was still alive. It's a miracle that simplicity is a miracle!

I desperately wanted to open my eyes and see the sun in the sky. However, my eyes felt like they were glued and I couldn't open them. I was still in a blur of coma and awakening, the fear of being swept up in the rapids and falling from a great height repeated like a nightmare in my feeble consciousness. I don't know how long it took, but a sharp pain pierced my brain like a silver needle. Then, the buttocks and shoulders hurt like a burning knife. I knew that I had been thrown to the ground, and I couldn't move my whole body except for consciousness. I don't think I'll be able to get out of this "roof of the world" anymore, and I will never be able to return to my parents and lovers.

When I gathered enough strength to open my eyes, I found myself lying in a dry, spacious cave. The sunlight shone brightly from outside the cave entrance, and people couldn't open their eyes. It took me a while before I saw what was in the cave. The cave contained an axe made of sharp stone, an ugly tattered crockpot, and a pile of burned ashes. I think there must be a pasture outside the cave, or there wouldn't be anyone here.

I knew that I had been saved by someone else, so I looked out at the bright light. Outside the cave, the sun is bright, the green trees are dense, and there are crunchy birds chirping endlessly. In the cosy warmth, I found myself lying on two large pieces of animal fur. There is also a thick layer of pine needles under the fur. In the light from outside, I saw that my clothes had been stripped naked, and my fallen buttocks and shoulders were covered with a thin green leaf. I think these green leaves must be a local herb for bruises.

My stomach began to growl. When I was hungry, I felt panicked and weak. Judging by the level of hunger, I'm afraid I haven't eaten for at least two or three days. But why did someone save me and no one came to bring me food?

I want to crawl out and find some food, and I won't be able to stand up without food. But I couldn't go out without clothes. In fact, I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to roll over or lift my hands. All I could do was wait. While I waited, I fell asleep again.

By the time I was woken up by the sound of a burning pine trumpet, it was night. It was pitch black outside the cave, and the wind blew from time to time, so the wolf smoke billowed in the cave, and people couldn't open their eyes. Through the billowing smoke, I saw a man sitting by the fire. It was only when the fire cleared that I could see his face. He was like a wild man, with weedy hair covering his face and reaching to his chest, wrapped in only a single animal fur, sitting cross-legged on the ground. My heart was pounding. I've heard local Tibetans say they've seen wild people in the mountains, and they've told them that herdsmen passing through the mountains have been killed by wild people. Could it be that this is the kind of savage that the Tibetans call it? However, the smoke was too great for me to see his face, so I couldn't be sure that he was a savage, and besides, a savage would never be so friendly. Thinking of this, my heart began to relax.

I quietly looked at him to see if he had any motive to harm me. But he soon fell asleep against the wall of the cave by the fire, and the snoring sound was like pulling a bellows. I couldn't sleep, and my heart was alternately shrouded in conflicting feelings of fear and emotion. He may have been a wild man, but instead of harming me in the slightest, he saved me, and gave me a comfortable and warm bed, while he himself fell asleep by the fire that had long been extinguished.

The cave was pitch black in the middle of the night, and the cold wind kept blowing into the cave, and it was cold and cold. In order to repay the savage for saving me, I climbed up in pain and draped my dried down jacket over him. He seemed to wake up, snorted a few times with a strange nose, and then snorted again.

It wasn't until about the second half of the night that I closed my eyes. When I woke up, I found that there was already sunlight outside the cave. I threw myself up with my arms and moved to the pile of ashes, put on my clothes one by one, then got up and tried to walk, and I felt like I could walk except for some pain in my hips and shoulders. So, I walked to the entrance of the cave and looked out, and there was a dense forest in the middle of nowhere, and even the air and sunlight in the forest were reflected in the green of the forest. I want to get out of here, it's a terrible thing to be with a wild man after all.

With the help of a wooden stick, supporting my weak body, I laboriously moved step by step in the direction of the white smoke that evening. Walking through the forest, there is a small hill with rocks. The hill is covered with sparse and low trees. The sun shone clearly on the barren rocks and thorns in the forest, and I stood on the hill and looked ahead for a long time, and I could faintly hear the murmuring of the stream in the distance. I decided to find the stream first and then follow it in a westerly direction. Maybe the stream will be able to take me out of this dense forest.

I had just walked a short walk on the sparsely wooded hill when I vaguely felt a breeze quietly passing by. With a long roar like a shaking mountain, a piebald tiger larger than a horse stood up from the boulder where it was lying, shook its body majestically, and walked unhurriedly towards this side. I was startled, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly hid behind a low tree, clutching the stick while thinking about how to get out. The big tiger jumped down from the boulder, bared its teeth, and roared in exasperation as it approached me step by step. He stopped only a dozen paces away from me, and then, with his mouth wide open, roared as if he were about to lunge at me and devour me.

I was terrified, but I was calm. I figured if the tiger pounced on me, I would stick it in its throat. The sunlight slowly moved the shadows of the trees, but the spotted tiger kept lying in front of me, and kept roaring at me, so that I did not dare to relax for a moment. Because of the injuries on my body and the fact that I hadn't eaten for a few days, I didn't stand long against the small tree before I felt dizzy in front of me, and my body was weak and couldn't stand. However, I insisted on not letting myself fall, because as soon as I fell, the tiger would surely pounce on me.

Just when I felt that I could not support it anymore and was about to faint and collapse, a strange and rough shout came from the forest not far behind me. I turned my head to look, and saw the wild man, wrapped in animal skins and with his hair scattered, running barefoot and howling towards this direction. I knew he was here to save me, so I went limp and sat on the ground with the little tree in my arms. I thought the big spotted tiger would pounce on me at once, but I didn't want to, but it got up, snorted unhappily, lowered its head, wagged its tail and walked away, and soon burrowed into the bushes. The wild man ran up to me, gestured at me, and screamed, as if to reproach me for not running out alone, and then picked me up and carried me on my back, and strode towards the woods on the other side of the hill.