"Ahh

"Ah——!h

In this mountain forest shrouded in the clear moonlight, in the craggy rocks, in a long-abandoned salt well, a woman's cry was heard.

The cry was so frightened, mixed with despair, confusion, disbelief, and so many other emotions, that the birds perched on the branches fluttered their wings and flew, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

I really don't blame her for this.

Anyone who suddenly encounters such a thing will probably not be much better than her.

As a 21st century college student born under the red flag and growing up in the sunshine, the biggest worry is whether you can get the scholarship this semester, or whether you can meet the handsome little brother in science and engineering again.

Who would have thought that she was walking on the road in the blue sky and daytime, thinking about how to make the naughty and naughty little boy of the tutor obedient to class, and she encountered a thunderbolt from the sky?

God knows, she always thought that the words "thunderbolt on a sunny day" were just an adjective!

She opened her eyes wide and blinked vigorously, and nothing changed in front of her.

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, say important things three times!" She muttered to herself, then closed her eyes.

The long eyelashes, like small fans, cast shadows on her cheeks.

Even in the cold and damp salt well, even if the moonlight that can be thrown in is weak, it still can't hide her beautiful appearance as bright as spring and as beautiful as the autumn moon.

Slender willow eyebrows, delicate nose. The water chestnut mouth lost its blood color at this moment, like the pinkest cherry blossom encountering wind and frost, which is pitiful.

She clasped her fingers in her heart, and opened them again a moment later. The disappointment in his eyes was thicker than the night outside, and finally turned into tears.

She blinked, and the tears that had condensed on her eyelashes, like pearls with broken threads, scrambled to the ground.

"Not a dream......"

She doesn't have to pinch her thighs, she can be sure of this, and she can't make any more fools of herself.

By the faint light at the bottom of the well, she reached out and looked again. These hands obviously do not belong to them. Touching her smooth forehead and the long braids formed at the back of her head, she became more and more sure of this, she had obviously had short hair with bangs.

Who am I? Where am I?

A great panic hit her mind.

Could it be that I have crossed over like the novels I have read?

But before she could think about it, there was a distinct rumbling sound in her stomach, and hunger burned her stomach like fire. Along with this, there was a pain that swept through her body, hitting her elbows, knees, and calves, making her gasp.

It is not known who pushed this body into this well, causing injuries everywhere. She didn't have to look at the wounds, she knew they must be bruised.

"Who is so lacking in virtue that he can ruthlessly push such a little girl into the well!" She carefully touched the wound on the back of her neck, where there was a palpable tingling pain, as if someone had pinched her.

This confirmed her guess that if she accidentally fell off herself, she would never hurt the back of her neck. She frowned: "What hatred and what grudge?" It's a human life! ”

I'm afraid, it is true that human life has been taken, otherwise how could she be here.

"No matter, let's go out first." She said hatefully: "I have grown so big, I haven't suffered such a big loss." I have to find out the person who did this bad thing, so that he can taste it too! ”

She wiped away a handful of tears, licked her dry lips, tried to ignore the thirst in her mouth, and looked at her surroundings. Thankfully, this well is not a well for people to draw water, and the wall is rough and uneven. It wasn't too high, and she tried to reach up, barely touching the edge at the height of a palm.

There was a cold touch on her feet, and she looked down to see the remnants of the water at the bottom of the well soaking through her coarse cloth shoes. And on the upper, embroidered with a slender and beautiful flower.

Embroidery?

She hit a spirit. Hasn't this kind of delicate work been replaced by machines long ago?

Squat down and look at it carefully, yes, this must be hand-embroidered. She dared to bet with more than ten years of art skills and the eyesight of learning Gongbi painting for seven years.

But, after all, it was nothing compared to the fright I received tonight. She took a deep breath, a stubborn look on her face, put aside the messy thoughts in her head, and tried to crawl towards the well.

When she began to act, she realized how weak the body was now.

How long has this been trapped?

Weakness in the limbs, dizziness and dizziness.

When she finally climbed out of the well, I don't know how much time had passed. She collapsed on the ground, panting from exhaustion, unable to lift her fingers.

There was a burning pain in the fingertips, and new abrasions were added to the knees and elbows, the price to pay for crawling out.

Despite the pain all over her body, she laughed, and a mouthful of white teeth glowed like pearls in the moonlight.

No matter who she is or where she is, she will always find a way to survive and make her victims pay!

She will never be in this wilderness for no reason, there will always be people she knows. Then, the first step is to get out of this mountain forest and find your home.

Having made up her mind, she struggled to her feet, stumbling down a trampled path down the mountain.

The moonlight here, brighter than anything she had ever seen, illuminated the direction in which she was heading.

But the sound of rustling in the darkness, the hula of the wind blowing through the treetops of the mountain forest, and the faint barking sound in the distance made her more and more uneasy.

She asked herself if she was more daring than those girls who were delicate and timid, and who screamed at the sight of spiders. But after living for more than 20 years, how can I not be afraid of walking alone in the mountains and forests at night for the first time?

Who knows if a beast will emerge in the next second in the dark mountain forest?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and trotted up one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and sang her favorite song to embolden herself: "This feeling of indulgence, transcending everything, is no longer timid...... To be young is to raise your arms as you please, to show your courage and not to be afraid, and only by relying on a warlike heart can save you......"

I don't know how many times she sang a song back and forth, she turned a corner along the road, and the terrain in front of her became gentle. Looking out through the moonlight, there was light in the mountain col in the distance. If you look closely, there are five or six torches moving through the mountains.

She stopped to listen carefully, and as the wind came, "Sanchun, Sanchun, where are you?" The call of the people.

These people, perhaps, are here to find themselves?

She was in good spirits, whether it was or not, and she would talk about it first. Although, her own name is not "Sanchun". But even if it's wrong, you can always see people, much better than one person.

She put her palms to her lips and answered several times loudly: "Hey—I'm here!" ”

Hearing her reply, the team significantly increased its speed, and someone shouted: "Sanchun, you just wait there!" ”

Seeing the torch quickly approaching her, she sat down with a sigh of relief, only to realize that she was tired, hungry, sleepy, and painful. The night breeze blew, and she shivered, and struggled to support herself with her hands to keep herself from falling.

It was a long time before someone climbed the hill where she was. An anxious middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress appeared in front of her.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her sitting there, and then staggered to her side, and took her tightly in her arms, choking up again and again.

She had a question, but the woman just waved her hands, and made a dull sound in her throat, but she couldn't speak, and she was mute.

The only thing that is certain is that this woman not only knew her, but also cared deeply about her. The trembling of excitement from the other party, and the look of deep concern in her eyes, could not be faked.

So, is he really called "Sanchun"? Or rather, this body is called "Sanchun". What's the name of this, good soil.

Rescued, her mind relaxed, and she fell limply backwards, lying on her back in the warm arms of the woman.

Before she lost consciousness, she saw a wooden hairpin on her head, and the moire trim on the placket of her clothes, which she thought was ridiculous. But in the next second, she saw the moon hanging high in the sky, and she forgot about it.

I must be too weak to hallucinate, right?

How can there be two moons in this sky? A moon that shone like a silver platter, and not far from it, on the night, there was a moon half a circle smaller, emitting a mysterious purple light.

It must be a hallucination.

It was her last thought before she fell unconscious.