It was already dawn when I woke up, and I can't tell how long I had been asleep, and I don't know when we had forgotten the so-called calendar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't die, but something more cruel than death happened to me, and I broke a leg.

And it fell into a very strange place, and it was definitely not Ghost Valley.

It was a valley overgrown with weeds, and I was lucky enough to fall into the grass, so I was left alive, and the cliffs were not very high, but they were very steep.

My right leg was aching intensely, as if I was about to die.

It's painful.

I think I should have dislocated my right calf at the knee.

I tried to stand up, but it didn't work, my leg hurt so much that I didn't have any strength, not at all, I held on to the tree, but I couldn't stand up straight, I thought it would be nice if Sharia was there. I gave up the idea of standing up, it was impossible, but I couldn't just sit and die.

I shouted like crazy, sometimes by the name of the white bird, and sometimes by the name of the old black, and almost all the names I knew were shouted many times, but I heard no one except the echo.

I was disappointed, the sun was getting stronger and stronger in the sky, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was going to roast me.

I crawled back into a shady place, and I could only wait for someone to come and rescue me.

I waited under the tree all afternoon, and I didn't wait for someone to save me, and my leg still hurt terribly, but strangely enough, it became a habit to be in pain.

I don't think I'll ever be able to eat a German kangaroo again, thinking I'm hungry. I could only pick some leaves and stuff them in my mouth, what kind of leaves were they, bitter and astringent. I ate a handful of it and couldn't eat it anymore, and I later learned that the plant I was eating was a type of myrtle. It turns out that its leaves can stop bleeding.

I heard a strange sound, like the howl of a wolf, and I can't remember if I had ever encountered a wolf in my ten years in New Guinea. It's really chilling to hear that sound. Don't be surprised if you encounter anything in such a wilderness. I hurriedly picked up the stone next to me, not because I wanted to use it to defend myself, but because it was a subconscious act of self-preservation.

I looked around in horror.

For a long time, there was still nothing terrible, and I began to be vigilant. After a while there was movement in the grass, like a wild boar or something, so dark that you could barely see an animal in the bushes.

With a bang, a kangaroo was strung out of it, followed by a black man who was chasing after him, he had long hands and feet, and although he was only a child, he had the height of an adult, about 190 centimeters or more, but he was very thin, and he was like a match. He didn't look like a cannibal, because they didn't have long teeth. He completely covered his face with the color of the earth, and he was almost like a black face in disguise on the stage. He also brought with him many ornaments made of bird feathers. He kept chasing the kangaroo, and the kangaroo slipped into the bushes, and he threw himself into the bushes, and the wild thorny plants almost did no harm to him, and he toiled for a long time to escape the kangaroo. He didn't attack me or anything, he climbed up the tree for a while, and picked the wild faint from the tree and ate it, and his life seemed to be so melodious.

He spotted me, but he didn't dare to come closer, and I was afraid, and although he didn't have long fangs, the animals that appeared in the mountains weren't good.

If he chooses to attack me, I will definitely die, and after I die, he will definitely eat even my liver, thinking that my palms are sweating. I tried to crawl out of his sight, but as soon as I did, I felt like I had been scratched by a branch, and the wound was bleeding out.

The black monster of the branch, who never took his eyes off me, jumped up on the tree for a while, then came down and walked towards me.

I quickly grabbed the stone next to me, and I thought that he must have seen the blood, and could no longer withstand the temptation and bewilderment. Hateful "vampires". I've got a good eye on his forehead, and even if I can't kill him, I won't let him succeed so easily.

As he got closer, my heart beat faster. All of a sudden, I threw the stone out of my hand and hit him in the chest, and he looked as if nothing had happened.

"Get me away or I'll kill you," I threatened him with words he didn't understand, because I was too scared to know what to do. To my surprise, he wasn't as brutal as I thought.

He picked a handful of leaves, squatted down, he picked up the stones I had just smashed at him, and smashed the leaves of his shoes, and he told me with a gesture to take my hands away and not cover the wounds.

He carefully applied his smashed leaves to my wounds, and miraculously stopped the blood, and he laughed happily, and kept dancing and stepping on his feet, and I smiled as I looked at the clumsy one.

Looking at the place where he was smashed by me, I felt a little uncomfortable. He picked a lot of wild fruits, and he always liked to squat next to me and watch me finish eating them, and he would be happy.

At first I thought they didn't know anything anymore, but when I met this little black man, I learned that he could sign language, and it turned out that their body language was similar to ours. When I was hungry, I would gesture my hand to my stomach, and he would pick wild fruits for me, and when I was thirsty, he would point to my throat, and he would bring me water. I tried to be amorous and gave him the name "York"

The name "York" doesn't mean anything, it's just a mouthful.

"York" I called him a few times, although he didn't understand it, but after listening to it a few times, he realized that I was calling him when I called "York", and he would jump from under the tree and stay by my side stupidly.

I remember that no one came to me for two days, so I just lay in that place and leaned on York to get me wild fruits to eat.

York was a very clever boy, and it didn't take long for him to memorize all the simple things I had said. He would say simple words such as "water, wild fruit, York, I'm hungry", but he still didn't quite understand the meaning of those words. I ate wild fruits, drank water, and lived my days. Luckily, York didn't leave me alone, he took care of me like a family member, and at first I wondered if York was taking me as a pet. It wasn't until something happened that I didn't know it was like this, he was really a kind kid.