The old black and white birds and cats hid in the bushes, and we had come to hunt wild cats, but we were more like wild cats. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The cat was for a while, and nothing appeared. There were a few birds on the branches, and I had heard of the Bird of Paradise in some legend, but I had never seen one, until I learned later that the bird that had been flying around that day was beautiful in terms of the color of its feathers, and it seemed to me to have all the colors in my memory.

"If only I could fly, I could catch a bird and roast it," the old black fantasized.

"Isn't there a white bird beside you?" I say.

He glanced at Shiratori and shook his head

"It's too skinny, there's no meat" Hei spoke Filipino, and I've forgotten how long he hadn't spoken Filipino.

The white bird next to him couldn't understand what we were saying at all, so he watched us.

"What are you talking about?" he asked suddenly.

"Say you're handsome" I panicked again, and Lao Hei didn't expose me, but I just giggled vigorously.

"There's something," said the old black, pointing to something whizzing in the bushes, and I picked up the weapon that had been prepared by my side for a long time... A stone.

Both Shiratori and Old Black had prepared a wooden stick, which they felt was easy to use.

"Don't speak, go out and wait for him to come out, the hero throws stones at him, and Lao Hei and I are rushing up to beat him," Shiratori commanded us.

"It's out," Shiratori shouted excitedly.

We didn't even see what was coming out of the bushes, so I picked up the rocks and threw them at him.

"That bastard did a good thing" We hit someone, he was our man, it turned out that his cat was draining waste in the bushes.

"You bastards." He covered his forehead with his hand, and blood suddenly stained his hand.

We awkwardly emerged from the bushes. "Go back and get some herbs for Sharia," I said.

"What are you doing?" Listening to his words, I found out that there was a Northeast Yankee in this crowd.

"I'm sorry, we thought the prey had escaped, so... I said embarrassedly.

He saw that I had smashed it, so he didn't care about anything. Since he is Shiratori's hometown, Shiratori often calls him a fellow countryman, because he often speaks Northeast dialect, so Lao Hei often hears it as "Lao Xiang", and then he has a name "Lao Xiang". Lao Xiang is a timid person, for example, if one day he is taking a bath, and you throw his clean clothes into the cow dung, he will not do anything to you.

Haha, of course we don't, it's just an analogy. After Lao Xiang left, we continued our hunt. Later, we hunted a kangaroo. Black used his knife to peel the kangaroo because he couldn't get rid of the fur off the kangaroo. When we get everything right, we remember that we don't have fire.

"Is there a fire?" asked Lao Hei, and all the people couldn't find the fire. This frustrates our desire to eat meat.

"Busy calf, busy in vain," Shiratori sighed and sat down under an old tree, leaning against it.

Lao Hei is really busy, what is he doing. Look, he picks up a branch and turns it with it under a decaying tree.

Haha, he was learning from the ancients to drill wood for fire, he drilled for more than ten minutes, and then picked up two stones and kept hitting each other, but it was still useless, and he threw away the corpse in his hand in disappointment.

"The books are all lies, who has lit the fire like this," he complained.

"Haha," the old black laughed.

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean that others can't do it either," I said.

"You try," he said to me, "I don't have this idleness," I said.

We all stared hungrily at the bags that Lao Hei hung on the branches.

"Let's eat wild fruits" Sharia handed me a handful of red wild fruits, as for the name of this wild fruit, I still don't know, and the book doesn't mention it.

"Thank you" I took the wild fruit from Sharia's hand, to be honest, I wanted to eat meat more, but I didn't show it.

"There is a way" German is like a treasure chest, like a universal dictionary, as if he has everything and knows everything.

"What's the way," Shiratori asked as he stood up impatiently. All the meat eaters looked at the Germans. The German unhurriedly pulled a large mirror out of his pocket, and we all knew what he was up to.

"This can't be done by the Germans, I played this trick when I was a child, I took a magnifying glass and put it in the sun to light a fire, and deceived the children, not only did I not light the fire, but I also tanned me like the old black" Shiratori sat back in his place disappointed. He inadvertently shared with us the same year he was.

We've all played this trick, but only if you have a match to light it, and we're all disappointed that someone has to work hard to get a match, but the guy is very energetic, and I don't know when he has long regarded the Germans as a miracle.

"Man, you can wait for the roast kangaroo meat," the German smirked. The German guy walked up to me with his saber.

It turned out that he asked for cotton on my clothes, and he used a knife to cut off the cotton cloth at the corners of my clothes.

He put the cotton on top of a pile of barren halves, and he held a magnifying glass to the sun. The sunlight converges on one point and hits the cotton. Old Black pouted and stared at cotton.

"It's on, it's on," the old black cheered. The little flame was lit on the cotton, and then spread to the grass below, literally lit by the Germans. The Germans have once again created a miracle that belongs to us, we no longer have to eat uncooked things, let alone those disgusting water locusts, we have fire, this is our progress.

Everyone was busy, and so many people who had nothing to do were gathered around the fire, and they were so curious that I wondered if they had never seen a fire before.

With our help, he managed to cook the kangaroo, and it didn't do it very well, and if I hadn't been involved, I would have thought he was roasting a piece of coal.

"You can't do it, a kangaroo is burnt, you have to do this. Do you think it's your brother? Hei Cheng is like this" Shiratori complained about it, but everyone knew that he was happy in his heart.

"Get out, do you like to eat or not," Lao Hei said with a smile.

I don't know where Lao Xiang got a little chili pepper from. Lao Hei likes spicy food, so he paints chili peppers on kangaroo meat. I have the impression that most Filipinos love spicy food. Later, we all got a share of the kangaroo's meat, and although it was not much, it was the first time we had eaten meat since we were killed. I can say that I can't taste the kangaroo at all, except for the same smell as beef, only the spicy taste of chili.

"It's not enough to stuff your teeth," one guy said.

"Or we're going to catch another one," suggested the old black.

"Hurry first," I said. We still have to move forward, we are not here to travel, and we are not here to live, so we have to move forward. The thirty of us are still walking towards the depths of the Valley of Ghosts.