Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Back in the cave, he put me on the bed, picked up two green fruits from the ground that looked like plantains, and handed them to me, then leaned against the edge of the cave and gasped, blinking at me. I took a bite of the fruit www.biquge.info the pen "Fun", the fruit was bitter and astringent, and a little numb. Because I'm so hungry, I can't care about whether it's good or not. After eating one, and preparing to eat another, I saw the wild man staring at the fruit in my hand, and licking his tongue on his lips several times. I thought he must have been hungry, so I handed him the fruit in my hand. He took the fruit and took a bite in his mouth, like a rural child eating sugar cane for the first time, showing excitement and satisfaction. He had a large mouth, a protruding jaw, white teeth, and an astonishing blinking eye. His fingers were long, his arms were high and bulging, and his whole body was thick and thick, but there was no hair on his body. Obviously, he doesn't look like a savage in the true sense of the word, Dao is like a modern savage who has been savaged in the wild for many years.

After eating the food, he took a nap and quietly came out of the cave. I think he must have gone looking for food. I wanted to go out with him in search of food, but when I saw him shine in the sunlight outside the cave, I went into the forest and disappeared. I walked out of the cave and lay outside on the grass basking in the sun and looking at the scenery around me. The scenery here is really pure and beautiful. However, if such a scenery is only enjoyed alone, the Tao makes people feel lonely and lonely, and even have a kind of inexplicable worry and fear. I know that only places far away from the world can there be wild people. However, this man is by no means the kind of natural savage, he is just a survivor abandoned by modern civilization in this barren mountain and forest. It can be inferred from this that it may not be too far from a place where there are people.

At this moment, I am thinking most about the lover I have been in love with for two years. Her name is Han Suping, and she is a classmate with me in the third year of college. Since I left the ancient city of Xi'an and traveled alone to Tibet, she has always been the light in my heart day and night, and the support and motivation for my life and perseverance. Originally, she had always disagreed with me to travel and explore Tibet alone, but my natural desire and personality to be unwilling to be ordinary and lonely have always driven me to visit this mysterious place and realize a dream in life.

I lay bored and lonely on the grass, watching the sun move slowly in the sky. I was so hungry that my body was a little weak and weak, and I couldn't move. Looking at the dense and mysterious primeval forest in front of me, I was reminded of the quiet place in the forest with white smoke. The smoke may have been the smoke from the herdsmen's picnics, and I could even smell the delicious and tempting smell of meat. But I did not dare to go into the forest, and I shudder when I think about the dangerous encounter in the morning. Where there are savages and tigers, can there be other beasts? If you go there, you have to be accompanied by a savage. Therefore, I have been hoping that the wild man will come back soon, hoping that he will bring me some food to satisfy my hunger.

The sun moves very slowly, making time long and empty. My thoughts are like dangling points of light in the sky, sometimes one layer does not change, sometimes flickering. Soon I was suspicious of the subjective conjecture I had just had. It is believed that the white smoke may not be cooking smoke, because where there are wild people, there is generally no place for modern herders. Although he is not a true wildling, his life and environment are almost identical to those of a wildling. Thinking about this, I can't help but be a little pessimistic. If I have to stay in this environment for a while, when the weather cools down, I am afraid that I will not be able to go out of the mountains and return home. At that time, my family and the school would not hear from me, and they would definitely think that I had been killed in the mountains.

Before the sun set, the wild man returned with two fruits of the kind he had eaten in the morning. Looking at his joyful expression, I was very unhappy. I hadn't eaten in days, and that's all he could get. So, when I took the fruit from him, I devoured both of them in a rage. Then he went into the cave and slept.

The wild man, apparently seeing my displeasure, licked his lips with his tongue as if he were sorry for me, and then walked alone into the twilight forest. Looking at his back as he walked into the forest alone, I suddenly felt a strong sourness and guilt in my heart. These two fruits may have been the result of an afternoon of his travel, and I really should not have taken them alone, let alone be dissatisfied with them. If it weren't for his help and food, I would have been buried long ago.

I took advantage of the dawn to get some firewood and grass, and polished it vigorously with the two fast flints in the cave, and it took a lot of effort to light the firewood and grass. I added some flammable pine branches, and the fire soon burst into flames, illuminating the edge of the forest near the entrance to the cave. I sat at the mouth of the cave and waited, thinking that I would be glad to see the bright and warm fire when he returned. It soon darkened, and the dark forest sounded the wails of wolves when they were hungry and foraging. My heart began to grow more and more restless.

By the time the savages returned, it was midnight. He woke me up from the fire and shoved the two plantain-like fruits in my hands. I gave him the larger fruit in my hand, and squeezed his hand firmly for a few moments. He knew I was showing him affection, and he danced and screamed at me. When he had eaten the fruit, he put the broken clay pot on the fire and boiled some water, and when the water was hot, he washed my wounds with hot water in his hands, and then pasted the green leaves he had just picked on the wounds.

After a few days, my wound was almost healed, and I felt better, so I wanted to go out with Hi to find food. Hi is what I call him now, and the word means hello in English. As soon as I shouted "Hey-" in the woods, he would come a few miles away. In the same way, every time he came back from foraging outside, he would say "Hi-" from a long distance, and I would come out of the hole and run to meet him.

This morning, as soon as the sun came out of the top of the East Mountain, I followed Hi into the forest on the wet grass in search of food. We followed a faintly recognizable path in the middle of the forest along the side of the mountain, and we walked for an unknown amount of time before we came out of the forest and into a deep narrow valley. The sun shines brightly on the valley floor, and the grass and trees around it are green and eye-catching. We walked on the grass half a man's height, and walked like a rapid march between the creek and the side of the mountain. Since I hadn't eaten in the morning, I felt a little exhausted as I walked. But seeing Hi walking briskly with his head buried in his head, I gritted my teeth and followed without landing. Jumping over a small stream on the rocks, I came to the edge of a cliff. Hi couldn't help but say, skillfully grabbed the wild vines that fell from the cliff, crossed it with great force, and stepped to the opposite side of the cliff five or six meters away, and then stood on the opposite cliff and waited for me.

I stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, but I saw that there was no bottom below. I threw a fast stone down, but I never heard an echo, and I thought it was an abyss. I wanted to stay here and wait for him, but I thought it was too timid. So, I grabbed the vine that I threw over and tried hard, the vine was strong and strong, but I still hesitated, because I felt that I couldn't compare with Hi, the long-term difficult wild environment had made him have the ability to survive beyond humans, and besides, he had no worries. When I was hesitating, Hi seemed to be in a hurry, so he waved his arms at me and screamed. I was so screamed by him that I grabbed the vines, and with the help of the run, I jumped over and jumped over, and then I was caught by Hi. I was relieved.

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