Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

The next day, Beze came and brought some food. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Seeing that the food delivered yesterday had not been used, he sat next to me and persuaded me. But I didn't hear a word of what he said. I cried in a whimpering and pitiful voice, "Ylan-e-Gna, Gillian, little girl—where are you?" "Don't be going to leave after a while, but when he saw me crying and making trouble like this, he hurriedly persuaded me. But I didn't listen at all, but jumped up from the bed and shouted, "I want a woman, I want to go to Pleasure Island." ”

"Shut up," Beze slapped me in the face and scolded, "why do you want to come back?" I was stunned by this sudden slap, and I looked at Beze with my hand on my face. He never hit me, he didn't even scold me. I began to cry, tears rolling down like pearls with broken threads. Beze was also glaring at me with his eyes, his eyes were red with anger, and then he said, "If you don't know what to do, it's better to die." If you mention the word Happy Island again, I will hang you from a tree. ”

I was really scared, so I lowered my head and silently touched my tears and sobbed. Instead of persuading, Beze shouted, "Sit up and eat." Trembling, I picked up the bowl from the small table and swallowed the cold yam into my stomach with tears. It wasn't until I had finished my meal that he put away the dishes, put them in the basket, and without saying a word, went out and rode away.

In the next few days, they will come to deliver food. Because I was beaten that day, my heart was weak when I saw it. He didn't think it was natural to see me. So, we don't talk much to each other. He brought the meal, put it on the small table, asked a few words, and sat down on the grass in front of the door, and waited for me to finish eating, and then came to clean up the dishes, and gave an account of the medicine, and rode away.

These days, the imperial doctor came again and said that my body was recovering quickly and that I was able to support myself. So, Beze stopped coming here every day. Ylang never came here again. She must be really mad at me. However, there is no way, I really miss women, and that desire really makes me unforgettable. If I really had a boat right now, and a river leading to the island of pleasure, I would be desperate to kill me, even if it killed me.

Now, I have to cook my own food every day. There was a hood next door to the house, and a few simple cooking utensils. You have to collect firewood and grass from the forest below the mountain, and you have to carry water to the stream below the mountain. I heard that the water in this stream is quite powerful, pure and pure, light and sweet, decoction of herbs, excellent effect. Every day, I wake up early, walk on the wildflower-covered hillside in front of my door, inhale the fresh air, and wait for the sun to rise in the middle of the sky before I start cooking. Cooking is very simple, just put some yake in the pot, add some water, burn it with firewood and grass, and sprinkle some salt water, and you're done.

After eating, I walked down the hillside into the distance, on the one hand, to enjoy the scenery and to relax, and on the other hand, to strengthen my physical strength. Around noon, I would rush back to my place of residence at once, for I was afraid that Belze or Elam might come. Staying alone in this deserted mountain, the most hopeful thing is that someone can come. I heard that there were about three or five such huts here in Yunshan, which were far away from each other, so I wandered around when I was fine, but found a similar hut a few miles away, but it was empty.

It was mid-autumn and the sun was good, but the cool breeze was a little seeping. Therefore, the time of the afternoon is the most beautiful every day. The green grass on the flat hillside is not withered or yellow, and the grass is full of golden or purple flowers, swaying in the dense wind under the autumn sun, very poetic, very beautiful, flat and boundless.

Sometimes, in high spirits, I went with the wind, down the hillside, and then south into a strange ancient forest. The ancient forest is gloomy and unfathomable, and I dare not venture forward. Once, I walked far and went around the ancient forest to a stretch of reeds. In fact, it is a shallow lake occupied by wild reeds. The autumn wind stirred the reeds and made a squeaky sound. Although the sound is not loud, it makes people feel a sense of panic. From time to time, large blackbirds whistled through the reeds, and the cool breeze swept through people's hearts.

Standing on a high slope by the lake for a long time, I accidentally noticed that smoke seemed to be wafting from the depths of the reeds. The smoke was light and thin, not like the steaming appearance of a hot spring. I couldn't help but wonder: what could this be? I faced the sky, looked at the sun's position and walked down the slope towards the smoke. However, the reeds were so dense that it was impossible to enter.

Just as I was struggling with this, a path that led into the reeds miraculously flashed before my eyes. I couldn't help but be surprised, because where there is a road, there must be people. I followed the path into the depths of the reeds, and after walking for about a few minutes, I came to a clearing that was not too large. There was a thatched hut made of reeds in the clearing. There was a pot shed in front of the hut, and an old woman in ragged clothes was lying in front of the pot and blowing the fire in the hearth with a reed pole.

She may have been so preoccupied with blowing fire that she had not noticed my presence at all, so when I went up to her and called her aunt, she looked back and saw me, trembling, and collapsed to the ground, so frightened that she could not speak for a long time. I hurriedly helped the old man up and said kindly, "Auntie, don't be afraid. "The old man is very much like an abandoned lonely old man, her clothes are shabby, her hair is unkempt, and especially her appearance is old and ugly, and it is extremely ugly, giving people a sense of distortion and deformation.

But, in any case, it was an accident to meet people in such a place. I said, "Auntie, how are you here alone?" The old man looked at me carefully for a moment, and perhaps felt that I had no ill will, so he relented, smiled apologetically at me, and lifted up a wooden mound for me to sit on. Instead of sitting down, I picked up the reed pole from the ground and blew hard at the fire in the hearth, and the fire in it burst into flames.

At this time, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walked over from the path behind the hut with a small basket of freshly washed yam. He was at first startled at the sight of me, then he blushed and bowed respectfully to me, and then laid the basket on a stone and entered the hut shyly and timidly. Because she didn't lift her head, I didn't see her face clearly. But her stretched, elegant, indifferent and tranquil aura soaked into my heart like the fragrance of April.

I couldn't resist chasing into the hut to catch a glimpse of her. She was sitting on the edge of the reed-covered bed, her eyebrows slightly frowned, her eyes lowered, and when she saw me come in, she raised her head, slightly bared her white teeth and red lips, and smiled at me. Her appearance is very dignified, very delicate, pure and calm and innocent and quiet. Therefore, from her sunny expression, people can see her clear and clear state of mind at a glance.

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