Qiao Zimo really left me alone in the cave.

After I said that, he rushed into the rain curtain without looking back and disappeared in front of me.

I said, "Joe, you have to dare to throw me here, I, I will ......"

Just as my brain was thinking about something more threatening to threaten him, he gave me a cold look.

"What will happen to you?"

Then, he really left.

I was so angry that I couldn't speak, I couldn't believe he really did that.

A few seconds later, he reappeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Lie down for me in peace, and I'll be right back."

I lay next to the fire, collected the cursed words in my mind, and scolded Qiao Zimo all over again.

By the time I had cursed my fiftieth time, he returned.

He had some sticks in his hands, and some vines.

An hour later, one of my hands and one leg was wrapped around a stick.

At this time, I found out that Qiao Zimo also had injuries on his body, with a few bloody scratches on his neck and scars on his hands.

It's also a bit lame when it walks.

I lay on top of him, and he said that he would carry me down the mountain while it was still dark.

I had no other choice, he used to be a police officer, and at this time, I had nothing but to trust him.

Before meeting the rescue team, we walked on the mountain trail for about two hours, from twilight to when it was completely dark.

Most of the time, we didn't speak.

Later I said I was a little dizzy, could I sit down and rest.

When I said that I was dizzy, I felt Qiao Zimo's back tighten, and he probably thought that I was a little injured.

He wouldn't take a break and kept asking me to talk to him.

If I don't want to talk to him, I can sing.

I have mixed feelings, this man has played an important role in my life, the glorious and the dishonorable role, and it is really dramatic.

Now, his 360-degree changes really make me unable to adapt to them.

No matter how many feelings I have, when I get off the mountain, we will be the most familiar strangers to each other.

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I started singing.

"Two tigers, two tigers run fast......"

A song hasn't been hummed yet, and he can't stand it anymore.

He said, "Well, you better stop singing, if you continue to sing, it will cost you your life!" ”

It's not that this guy doesn't know that my five tones are incomplete, but he has inherited Mr. Xie's sense of musicality.

"Why don't you read poetry! Aren't you the head of the literary club at university? ”

Reciting poetry? It's really a headache, didn't the head of the literary club catch ducks on the shelves? My literary cells have never been very developed.

My brain hurt a little, and I finally remembered a poem.

I don't remember too many lyricists, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty is one of them, and Li Qingzhao is one.

Among them, I especially like the style of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and I can still remember a few of his poems.

I began to recite the poem, and this was the beginning, and my eyes did not know whether it was rain or wind, and I felt a little astringent.

I read: "Go up to the west building alone without a word, and the moon is like a hook." Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. ”

He followed and said: "Cutting constantly, sorting out is messy, it is sorrowful." Don't just have a general taste in mind. ”

I don't know if it was the sound of rain or the wind, but I vaguely heard a hint of choking.

In the vast rain and fog, I seemed to return to the playground of the Chinese school outside the summer sun through the rain curtain.

Qiao Zimo walked towards me from under the shadow of the plane tree, and said the poem.

Just when teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, they are at an age when they are worried about new words.

It's a pity that time doesn't understand the style.

At that time, we probably didn't expect that we would be living in such an embarrassing situation now.

My mind was getting less and less easy, and he continued to urge me to read poetry.

I said, "What do you read?" You know I didn't work very hard when I was in school. ”

He replied, "Yes, it's a bit difficult for you to recite poetry." You still scold, the way you scold is not inconsistent at all. ”

I said, "Qiao Datou, you bastard, you know that I am in danger, why didn't you inform me earlier." ”

He was aggrieved: "I couldn't get through to call you, I refused to send messages, and WeChat QQ was blacklisted." ”

"Don't you know to call Chen Xiangxiang? Your baby, this is a matter of human life, you don't care about me at all. ”

Qiao Zimo's helpless tone: "You don't know? Chen Xiangxiang also blacklisted me. ”

I am quite relieved in my heart, Xiangxiang, she is really my lifelong iron sister.

I was so angry that my head hurt.

"Xiangxiang has blacklisted you, and if it doesn't work, you can call me with Enron's phone. Or you can call me with another number, because you were still a people's policeman before, with your IQ, it is a wise choice for you not to be a policeman. ”

He said again: "I called, I called you dozens of times with another number, and you pressed it down." ”

Damn, when I was climbing the mountain today, when I was panting, a strange phone call kept calling, and I was so angry that I directly blacklisted the number.

Nowadays, advertising harassment calls are endless, and it is impossible to prevent them, and it is normal for me not to answer them.

Because before this call came, I had already received a call asking if I needed a loan shark.

I hung up without waiting for him to finish, and after that, he kept fighting.

After I pulled the blacklist, another strange phone call came, and I took it for granted that Gao Dedai had changed a number to harass me.

Alas...... In this day and age, you will miss out on many opportunities because you can't tell which is an important call and which is an advertising call.

I received more harassing phone calls, and the more angry I became.

For the company's second-in-command, I still have to answer these boring phone calls, for fear of missing a call from an important customer.

Next, in order to keep me talking, Qiao Zimo began to test my ancient poems again.

My poetry library is limited, but he is different, he is a scholar, and poetry and songs are at his fingertips, not at all.

He said the first half of the sentence and forced me to say the second half.

In this way, time flies quickly.

He carried me on his back and turned around the fork in the road in front of him a few times, and finally found the direction to the main road.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and through the gaps in the branches and leaves, we saw the light of the flashlights dotted in the mountains in the distance.

It was the people who were looking for us who came.

The rain didn't stop, and his steps were a foot deep and a shallow foot on the muddy road in the mountains.

The flashlight I was holding in my hand shone faintly in the rain and fog.

His voice was trembling: "Spring, when is the spring flower and autumn moon?" How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night......"

I followed and said, "Do you know, do you know?" It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

He breathed heavily: "You, you're wrong. ”

I replied, "The flowers float by themselves." One lovesickness, two sorrows. ”

His tone was helpless: "It's even more outrageous." ”

I said, "Yes, not at all. ”

In the rain curtain ahead, the light of several flashlights came into view.

Qiao Zimo stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

There was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Fool, here they are." ”