People are always forgetful, so after walking a journey of life, we must always stop unconsciously and sort out the gains and losses of the previous time, the gains outweigh the losses to prove that this time is not wasted, and we are ecstatic to prepare for the next journey. If the loss is greater than the gain, it proves that all this time has been lived to the dog, and the time and space that you hate are reversed and restarted. There is no regret medicine in the world, so what is lost cannot be recovered. Even if you run faster than Liu Xiang. This is a universal law of life. Are there really no exceptions? In an age where even Newton's laws can be overturned, there are one or two super-scientific things that are understandable.

Yun Ye had just taken the regret medicine, but the effect of the medicine was a little stronger, so when he found himself standing naked on the wilderness, in addition to being in a daze, he was still in a daze.

The moor is beautiful, with a carpet of turquoise grass stretching from your feet to the end of your vision, and the occasional few wildflowers sticking out of the grass add a bit of color to this blanket.

A pheasant scurried up from the grass, startling Yun Ye for a moment, only then did he wake up from his daze. His eyes were rejuvenated, and his consciousness was awake from his ignorance. "Where is this?" Yun Ye asked himself, ten minutes ago, he was still carrying a backpack to search for the two missing foreigners on the Gobi, but now he was naked, standing on the grassland. This is beyond the scope of his comprehension, look at the scorching sun overhead, it is still familiar,

Yun Ye was sure that he was still on the earth, the low elm trees, the scattered locust trees, quietly mixed with the half-human-tall Artemisia grass, which made him feel at ease. Since it's in the northwest, it's not a big deal, just go back and walk a few more steps. Yun Ye estimated that he had encountered the legendary wormhole, and he walked from the front to the back of the paper, and it was pure luck that he didn't get out of the range of the paper. I've been begging for a living in this northwestern wilderness for fifteen years, and I've seen sandstorms, mudslides, quicksands, wolves, and ants. The nerves have long been very tough, and now it is not surprising that they encounter wormholes. The wind blew, and the whole body was cold.

The northwest of May is not yet the temperature that makes people run bare, he remembers that before coming out, he rehydrated at the sixth drinking point, and saw a golden light flashing at the bottom of the pool, thinking it was a natural gold nugget, and reached out to fish, only to be brought here by a huge suction. No wonder greed is the original sin of the human body, Yun Ye slapped his right hand fiercely, let you be greedy, this time you will get into trouble. Covering the key parts of the water hole everywhere, when going around to the fourth circle, the sound of "whooshing" water finally came to the ears, under the great joy, three or two steps jumped to the water's edge, only to see a clear stream slowly flowing in the grass, along the stream upward, after a while, has reached the source of the stream, a pile of clothes cover the exit of the stream, rolling up and down with the water waves. Yun Ye took back all his clothes, including shoes and socks, and even a frying pan, which Yun Ye used to cook instant noodles. Wringing out his clothes and spreading them out to hang on the small tree next to him, Yun Ye breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to run naked. If you give me back the backpack, you won't want anything more.

Yun Ye spread out his hands, looking at these white and tender hands, which were a whole circle smaller than his hands before, this was not a pair of adult hands at all, he had already discovered this problem, but he tried not to think about it, grabbed the hair scattered on his shoulders with his backhand, and pulled it hard, it hurt, this is not a dream. Turning his head to look at the familiar immature face in the water, Yun Ye faintly felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

Survival comes first, you can go without clothes in the wilderness, but you must not wear shoes, and the genetic instinct of running, which comes from our ancestors, is clumsy, but it is the most effective way to escape. Yun Ye knew that the water source in the wilderness was not a safe campsite, and with the slimest hope, he forcibly endured the fear from his heart, staring at the spring water in the hope that God would open his eyes and return the backpack to himself. This is a virgin land that no one has ever been to before, the breath of desolation envelops this quiet land, Yun Ye knows that he is just a mechanical technician, if he wants to survive here, he must not lack equipment, only when he gets the equipment can he have food, and he can rely on tools to make this fourteen or fifteen-year-old body survive. …,

Yun Ye shook the heavy suede boots on his feet, the wet leather boots were indescribably uncomfortable on his feet, and every step he took, he would make a sound: "Flutter, flutter", holding an egg-thick wooden stick in his hand, pumping the grass twice from time to time to give himself courage. The gods and Buddhas seemed to hear his appeal, and a green canvas belt floated out from the water outlet, Yun Ye's eyes lit up, he leaned over and grabbed the belt, and pulled it out hard, only to hear a loud sound, the half-human-high backpack jumped out of the water, Yun Ye hugged the backpack tightly, this is fate! He pulled out the sapper shovel with his backhand, and his mind was settled.

There is a piece of red sandstone not far from the stream, there is not a single inch of grass growing on it, Yun Ye transferred the site to it, carefully prepared a flat land, the red sandstone was baked hot by the sun, he threw his wet clothes on the stones, believing that it would not take an hour for the clothes to be dried out. The tent is erected with gaps on all sides to allow the hot air to carry away the moisture from the tent. After checking that the full set of equipment was in good condition, Yun Ye let out a long sigh of relief. He had long lost hope for the locator, the more delicate the thing, the easier it was to be damaged, this is common sense, the compass is still stubbornly pointing to the north, even if it is filled with water, after determining the location on the map with the intersection method, he was surprised to find that his position has not changed in any way from before. How is this possible? Could it be that the compass is broken? After observing the plants, Yun Ye dismissed the idea that the compass was broken, and he was puzzled. The powerful cottage mobile phone has no signal, looking at the outline of the distant mountains, except for the overgrown trees, isn't this the desolate Gobi?

Didn't the wormhole change my location, but did it change time?

Yun Ye buried his head between his knees, his head was as big as a fight, and his heart was like numbness. The word "crossing" he always thought was a word coined by a novelist, and now it happened to him. Yun Ye has always thought that he is a family lover, and his mother, wife, and son constitute the strongest fortress in his heart. If it's just a matter of distance, he doesn't think it's a problem, even on Mars, he'll kidnap the little green men and let them take him home. Now it's not a distance, it's more than a thousand years. The northwest, no, to be precise, the disappearance of the forests in Longzhong was a matter after the Tang Dynasty, and the drastic changes in the climate and the rapid expansion of the population caused an ecological catastrophe. As a native of Longzhong, Yun Ye knows better than others what this green color represents.

"Don now? Or Han? Or even Qin? Don't be the Northern and Southern Dynasties, I'm just a small person, I can't afford too much responsibility. ”

Yun Ye muttered incoherently.

The air is pure, the scenery is beautiful, and even the rabbits around you are kind. Hide in the shadows beside Yun Ye and comfort him.

The tumultuous stream took away Yin Hong's blood stains, and Yun Ye looked at the fat rabbit with bright eyes, and his stomach was already hungry.

Yun Ye munched on the delicious rabbit meat, the fat slipped from the corners of his mouth from time to time, the bonfire in front of him was still burning, the sun had set, the red glow in the sky was pressing on the top of the mountain, and the large and small homing birds threw themselves into the forest in the distance, Yun Ye couldn't help but feel sad and cried with half a roast rabbit in his arms. The boundless cold air woke Yun Ye from his sleep. Last night, he seemed to have returned to the hustle and bustle of the previous world, the tenderness of his wife, the rebellion of his son, and the nagging of his mother reappeared in front of him again. He wiped his face and drove away the last trace of nostalgia.

Survival is the most important thing in front of us, and only by living can we talk about anything else. Today, we must face a new life thoroughly, thoroughly. The bonfire was lit again, and the leftover rabbit meat from yesterday was roasted on the fire, and the boiling water was slowly eaten in one bite. Food is precious, after the last trace of oil and gas on Yun Gan's bones, Yun Ye's will is also firm, he can't live alone in this wilderness like a wild man all the time, people are social animals, and they have all kinds of emotional needs. Living alone will only lead to atavism, language functions will deteriorate, brain functions will deteriorate, and limbs will be strengthened. Yun Ye didn't want to be a savage in the wasteland. …,

Where is the road? Lu Xun said that when there are more people walking, there will be a road. But Yunye was the first person to set foot in the wasteland,

So, you can only open the way yourself. After walking less than a mile, Yun Ye was out of breath, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy could count on how many bodies, not to mention carrying more than thirty pounds of equipment. No matter what, Yun Ye decided to walk along the stream, after all, he was going to merge into the Yellow River. The cold water of the stream made his feet almost unconscious, the sun above his head made his scalp hot, and the thatch by the stream grew green and long, and slashed across his cheeks like a knife, and in a short time there was a red mark on the left side of his face. Hot and cold, that's how typhoid fever goes. Yun Ye saw that there was a huge sandy land in front of him, two acres, he took a few steps, and just stepped on the red sand, a black shadow pounced on him, and he instinctively swung his shovel and slashed at the black shadow, only to hear a miserable scream of "baa", a gray wild goat fell into the stream, and the splashing stream water wet his body. The goat fell into the stream and struggled desperately to get up, probably with a shovel breaking its leg, and just turned up, it fell into the water again. Seeing its painful appearance, Yun Ye had no choice but to raise the steel shovel again

The rabbit leg that I ate in the morning had long since been digested, and my stomach was rumbling again. Half the eldest son eats the poor old man, Yun Ye returned to this embarrassing age, he sighed for a long time, took out the Ingisha knife and began to dissolve the poor sheep. The entrails of the sheep are only the heart and kidney, and the other entrails are buried deep under the sand. At the beginning, Yun Ye's cooking skills have been improving by leaps and bounds with the unremitting efforts of his wife. After a full meal of roast lamb, the spicy aftertaste still ripples in the mouth. The rest of the mutton was finely smoked by him with lemongrass grass, who would have thought that the green grass common in the northwest would be an excellent ingredient for smoking mutton.

Yun Ye was once again proud of his strong public relations ability, thinking about the first time he tasted the roast mutton of the Uyghur old man, he almost swallowed his tongue, a set of Yingjisha knives, and a week of work in vain before he came up with the secret recipe from the old man's mouth, the most important thing is the thatch everywhere, for this reason, the old man almost turned his face with him. Although it is a bit cheap to use for smoke, the weather in early summer is not as good as the treatment, and it can attract flies from all over the world in a few hours.

After sincerely thanking which sheep, Yun Ye put on sun-dried clothes and embarked on a journey to find the crowd again.

The stream turns at the foot of the mountain and flows eastward, as is the case with 99.9 percent of the world's rivers, and this stream is no exception. Yun Ye walked with this stream for three days, except that the trees were getting fewer and fewer, and the grass was getting thinner.

The city on the map is nowhere to be seen.

As far as the eye can see, the whole basin is not inhabited at all, the turquoise grass spreads all over the ground, and occasionally a small bird "swishs" through the grass, and a large flock of wild horses gallops and frolicks on the grass blanket. The raised mane was illuminated by the sun into thousands of gold and silver threads, and the yellow sheep lowered its head to graze among the grass, and after a while stretched out its neck to look into the distance. Even the pheasant flapped its wings twice in the air, undisguised, and then sprang through the grass again. The wind blows the scent of grass.

There are all kinds of life in the air, and nature is so beautiful.

Yun Ye completely collapsed, what kind of broken scenery is this, what about my concrete forest? What about the roar of my car? What about the acid gas emitted from my factory? What about my heavy industry chimneys? What about my municipal party committee building, which is full of the atmosphere of the times and is constantly scolded? Where's my most cherished plastic bag flying in the sky? What about the people I hate? What about the hustle and bustle of the city that broke me? What about the rotten, smelly, piles of urban garbage?

Where are you, my relatives?

Don't leave me alone!

Yun Ye lay on his back on the soft grass, tears flowing like a flood that opened the floodgates. It's just a dream,

The vicissitudes of the sea have become mulberry fields

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