After York left, I was the only one left in the valley. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info There are lush trees growing in the valley, so the moonlight is all covered, and some moonlight passes through the gaps in the leaves, scattering little by little on the ground, like a tiger skin in South America.

I bored picking a few leaves from the bushes, and I rolled them into a whistle in the same way as my grandfather did. He's a good at that, and I put it in my mouth and blow it when I rolled it into a whistle, and though it didn't sound very good, it was better to have a little noise around than to be silent all around.

I chose a melancholy tune to play, sometimes without sound and sometimes out of tune, but without ruining its sad melody.

If I hadn't been unable to walk, maybe I wouldn't have been able to hold back my loneliness and go north and south in this valley. I swept the ditch not far away, and found a crocodile eyeing the big one, the big one should be two meters long, and I could see its gray appearance by the dim moonlight (this is the New Guinea crocodile, a freshwater crocodile that has lived in New Guinea for a long time, although it is a freshwater crocodile, but it is not so sensitive to seawater, and under the capture of people, it is almost facing extinction). It slowly moved his massive body, its white teeth making it seem sharper in the moonlight.

I thought if it could see me, I might be torn alive in a few hours, and my flesh would be enough for a good dinner.

The image of being torn apart makes my heart pound. It still moved forward, like a man with too big a butt to walk.

I also got up and my injured leg started to hurt terribly again. I crawled forward on the grass on my other leg.

"York" saw that I could not climb it, so he cried out York, I hope he could hear, if he went far away, then my life would be in danger.

"York, help," I shouted louder and louder, using almost all my strength, almost tearing my throat.

The closer the crocodile gets, the faster it goes. Oh my God, it's barely two meters away from me.

Suddenly, it attacked, and in a fit of rage, I touched a branch that had broken off from a tree.

I smacked it the head, and I didn't feel the slightest pain.

It barked its sharp white teeth and lunged at me, and I held the branch in front of it, just in front of it, and just pressed the branch horizontally against its mouth, and the sound of it biting the branch was crisp in my ears.

I've learned its strength, and it seems that it's really not an exaggeration that it can kill an elephant.

It was about to launch a second attack when York returned.

"Quick, help me get rid of it," I shouted.

I thought York was going to have a fight with the crocodiles.

Strangely enough, the crocodile stopped attacking me, and crawled towards York, and when it crawled to York's side, it was as quiet as a child lying in front of York, and York stroked the crocodile's head with his hand. He is as kind as a father at this time, and the crocodile is his child.

I thought about it for a moment and finally figured out that York had become friends with everyone here, and the crocodile could be said to be his pet, no, should be his companion.

His life, you can figure it out without imagining it. After York threw me some wild fruits, he played with his companion, the New Guinean crocodile that was more than two meters long, and Viet Ke rode on the crocodile's back, like a horse, because his feet were too long, and the crocodile was too short, so he felt awkward in any way, so he simply put his feet on the crocodile's head. It scares me when I look at it.

York turned around and shook his hand, he meant to ask me if I wanted to ride his pet with him.

I shook my head, I didn't have the courage or the trust to have the crocodile to throw me from behind and bite me in that second.

Later, I remembered these thoughts and felt how stupid I was.

York and his partner played for about a few minutes before sending him away. I rolled up a whistle again, and it was the same sad tune, and I don't remember the name of the song, but it was enough to tear people in my memory, which I learned in the army as a soldier, and taught me an old company commander.

York clapped his hands in high spirits when he heard the song.

He liked the leaf whistle I made, so he kept an eye on me. For this, he grew up drinking rainwater, eating wild fruits, and being a partner with crocodiles, and he was curious about everything about me.

I plucked a leaf and made one and gave it to him, and he blew it in my own way, but he couldn't blow it no matter how much he did, and after he studied and discussed, he was finally able to blow the sound, but he could not blow any tune, and the strange thing was that he could blow the cry of the bird of paradise, and there were several similarities. He was glad I gave him the leaf whistle, and he had kept it away.

And just like that, I had another lonely and boring night.

After daybreak, York carried me on his back to find my companion.

We crossed the hillside and through the woods, and the dew soaked my clothes. I heard a commotion in the distance, it was the sound of the white bird and the old black, and it seemed that I was back in my crowd.

They didn't make the difference when I left, they were still hiding in the Valley of the Ghosts, and no one had the courage to advocate attacking the cannibals.

"Hero" Shiratori was as happy as if he had met a savior.

The quarrel between Shiratori and Lao Hei just now was because Lao Hei insisted on saving Sharia, and you can imagine how much he loved that girl.

Shiratori ran towards me. He misunderstood that York had captured me, so he threw his fist at Joko York without saying a word, and hit him in the face, and before I could explain, York put me down. York, who is 190 centimeters tall, stands in front of a bird, which is only 160 centimeters, almost as tall as a mountain. York grabbed Shiratori by the neck and lifted him up like a sausage. Seeing that the situation was not good, I shouted.

"York," he turned to look at me, and I told him to put down the white bird.

After my explanation, they finally knew what was going on with York. Shiratori is very grateful to York for saving me, although the two of them do not understand each other, it does not prevent them from becoming good friends, Shiratori invited York to eat roast kangaroo, it was the first time in his life to eat something cooked, he gulped on kangaroo meat, Shiratori is also very generous, as long as York can still eat him, he will give it to York, I believe that anyone here is tired of eating, if it is not for survival, I think a lot of people should not eat this roast kangaroo meat again. York ate very well and ate a lot.