The night of that day was a night full of anticipation.

I was looking forward to the red-hot ore in the furnace fire that would bring me infinite surprises; I also hope that the fish balls will wake up as soon as possible, so that I can see with my own eyes the "toy" she has worked so hard to bring back into another shape and put it into practice; Of course, I still hope that Huya will get better as soon as possible, no matter how much she recovers, it will be better than the way I feel like I am now that there is a dead man lying on the stone bed every day.

Of my three expectations, it seems that the third thing should be the most remote, but who knows, it is my first wish to complete.

Yes, Tiger is awake, although she only knows how to "hum" to express her pain, but this is also awake, as long as she can restore her subconscious, her body can actively form more antibodies in the body to resist the inflammation caused by the wound, which is obvious.

And that fire...... Well, I seem to have overlooked, if the charcoal fire burns, the temperature in the fireplace will naturally drop, but won't the ore in the center of the fireplace also cool?

Unfortunately, when I realized the problem, there were only four dead stones lying in the fireplace that were still hot but had regained their black-brown color, and the crimson color had long since disappeared.

The condition of the fish balls was also seriously beyond my expectations, after all, the blood of those murals was not hers, but the child had been in a coma for four consecutive days, and only the basic physiological reactions were retained throughout the body, such as breathing and swallowing foreign bodies, such as knee jumping, and of course, excretion.

This made me, who was already anxious to take care of Huya, even more tired every day. You know, watering the grain and rice has consumed most of my energy, I can only carry two cans of water at a time, and the jar is not big, I have to go back and forth dozens of times a day to water the seedlings thoroughly, which makes me feel like crying without tears, this year I have planted too many seeds, and I have a surplus of five people for a year, but I don't think that when I really work, they are injured and dizzy, of course, I know, there is a ball, but since he saw the eye on the mural in the cave, Every day, I hid in the tree house like a lost soul and couldn't come out, and in desperation, I sent him to the "paradise" to collect wild fruits and turtle eggs, these two things are extremely important for the tiger, first of all, they are liquid food, and secondly, there are rich vitamins and proteins, which are not comparable to thin rice porridge.

You see, I just talked about watering and said so much, but you don't know, I have to take out the old millet in the barn every day to feed the evil spirit crows entrenched at the mouth of the cave, which makes me sad but there is no way, I don't feed them, but they don't fly away, but stay at the entrance of the cave and scream, until now, on the fourth day after the fish ball is unconscious, I have figured out the habits of this group of beasts, day and night! So, if I didn't feed them, the demons would wake me up with their hoarse cries of tears after I fell asleep, but I was glad that the attacks like the one on the first night, even the door-banging never happened again.

Hey, these are just two things, picking herbs that don't work at all, collecting dry firewood, boiling water and cooking porridge...... Especially the special porridge, hey, in fact, it is not porridge at all, it can only be called rice soup, you know, the kind of earthen jar I made myself can not bear too high temperature, all, the water temperature in the jar is actually only sixty or seventy degrees, not boiling water at all, if you want the rice to be cooked, Lao Tzu has to cook rice in an earthen pot one night in advance, and in the morning you have to get up and add water to the jar before dawn, otherwise the rice soup will be sprinkled, the jar will be cracked, and the fire will be extinguished.

I was like a resentful woman, while changing the herbs on the wound of the tiger girl, and complaining as if I was talking to the two of them, I knew that they couldn't hear it, whether it was the tiger girl who had some instinctive reactions or the fish ball who was still asleep and unconscious, it was impossible to hear my chatter, but I was still complaining, like only in this way, I didn't look like the staff at the funeral home who "facelifted" the corpse.

After changing the hay for the last time for the fish balls, I lay down beside the child in my clothes, tired and hungry, you know, I haven't eaten normally for five days, the rice soup can't fill my stomach at all, and I can't get the time to fry rice and catch rabbits for hunting, I gently stroked the black hair on the child's forehead in front of me, and whispered to her: "If you don't wake up in the next three days, I may give up on you, because, I'm fed up with your excrement causing me to get you a lot of hay every day hungry to lay on the floor, and I have to wash your body every day hungry, and most importantly, Lao Tzu now looks like those thin yellow things she excretes, although she is hungry, she has no appetite at all! ”。

After three full days of toil in this almost madness, I began to miss the balls strangely, because I was tired of babbling to the two "living dead" like a psychotic every day.

Of course, in the end, I didn't fulfill my three-day deadline for the fish balls, you know, I can't do anything about this kid, people have feelings, even though I did hit the idea last night.

According to the time of the round trip, Dandan would have returned to the cave before sunset at the latest, but he didn't, as if he was like a dog going out to pick up meat buns, and there was no more news.

With a thirst for meat and a hatred for this miserable life, I didn't wait for the balls, but stayed in his tree house and slept until dawn, which I had planned, and I hadn't eaten a single pleasant meal or nibbled on a mouthful of oily meat in seven days, and I decided that no matter what happened today, I would carry the bird out of the camp and go outside, at least, I would come back with a rabbit, well, even if it was a big bird with little meat and sour and stinky, in short, I knew, If I don't change anything, then this desert island and those two living dead will change me.

Walking slowly on the path that I had already stepped on in the dense forest, thinking in my heart that this seemed to be the first time I went out with a gun since I fled back to the cave, and the forest was still as quiet as before, and the birds might be much less because of the evil spirit crows than before, maybe this was my psychological effect or the first disgust for those flying beasts, in short, I don't like people to break into my life and change my life.

Just as I was passing by the "souvenir of the big ship" that I had made with all my own hands, suddenly a blinding light refracted into my eyes from one direction, and the light was very special, and I was sure that this refraction of light could only occur near the surface of the water, and the source of the light was in the direction of the top of the mountain, where there could be no water.

But if the refraction is not of water origin, then what would it be?

I quickly bowed down beside a thick tree, looking at the source of the refraction, the sunlight swaying so that I couldn't open my eyes, but the source of the refraction still sparkled in my pupils from time to time.

I moved slightly, letting the leaves cover the sunlight overhead, and looked at the top of the hill again, and it looked like there was a man lying on his stomach! Judging by my familiarity with this mountain over the past few years, it must have been a man lying on his stomach, and the source of this refraction was precisely the bayonet on a rifle that this person was carrying behind him!