At night, the dialect was woken up by the sound of earth-shattering thunder.

Pulling back the curtain, he found out in the faint moonlight that it was raining heavily and heavily......

There was no longer any superfluous cries in the mountains, as if they were blocked by the rain curtain, except for the dull sound of raindrops hitting the dirt.

Fang Yan watched, turned around and took out his flashlight, turned it on and looked around the tent.

Fortunately, he was relieved that it was against the edge of the cliff, so there was no place for water to accumulate on the flat ground, and the threat to the tent was not great.

From time to time, thunder flashed through the sky, and then there was a continuous thunderstorm, which was deafening......

The wind hit him in the face with some tiny raindrops, and Fang Yan closed the curtain, turned off the flashlight, put it aside, and lay back in the tent, closing his eyes.

Being in the mountains, Ray likes to split on the top of the mountain?

Dialects actually don't matter, instead of worrying about what they don't have, thinking about what they don't have, it's better to get a good night's sleep.

Besides, the rain is so heavy, the mountain road is steep and slippery, if you are not careful, you will fall and you will be gone......

……

This night, I slept very lightly, but I still slept through.

When I woke up the next day, the popping sound of raindrops hitting the tent was still there, and from a transparent place next to it, it was a white world.

The heavy rain completely blocked the view, which gave Fang Yan a little headache, and completely broke off the idea of going out again.

At least, it's impossible to go out again until the rain stops.

And without the thunder, the rain was a little monotonous, so he had to retract into the tent, play games with the tablet, and watch movies.

Time passes slowly......

"Wow! Phew! ”

There was a clear cry from outside the tent, and Fang Yan was stunned, put down the tablet, opened the curtain and looked out.

It was a small pterodactyl, standing not far away with its wings, and it let out a cry as it watched the tent in dialect.

"Wow! Phew! ”

The pterosaur tried to spread its wings, but closed them again, and it screamed helplessly twice, and finally walked under the tree not far away.

The tree, not big, the rain, still fell on its body, so that the pterodactyl could only shrink its body, and finally snuggled tightly with the trunk.

A little pterosaur with no way home......

Fang Yan thought and retracted into the tent again, but the hand that was about to pick up the tablet again paused.

The rain was still roaring, and the pterosaur was still screaming, shivering under the majesty of nature......

Fang Yan shook his head, put on his helmet, took out the raincoat from the plastic bag on the side, and put it on.

He moved a trace of compassion, this pterodactyl dragon may be like himself when he crossed for the first time, but he met such a kind butcher surnamed Zhang Mingju.

And it's now meeting itself......

Picking up the shovel, the dialect stepped out of the tent, and the mud under the heavy rain was very slippery, so that he could only take small steps.

The pterodactyl tilted its head and opened its mouth as it looked at the dialect walking by, as if warning the raincoat-clad dialect not to come forward.

Fang Yan smiled and shook his head, turning his head in the other direction, where there were still some branches that he had prepared to make a fire.

After picking a few thicker sections, the dialect began to cut them with a military shovel, making the base of each branch into a spike-like shape.

The dialect has never made a bird's nest or a wooden house, but with his thought, with the rich creativity and imagination of human beings, probably, perhaps, it should be a simple hut sheltered from the rain, right?

The rain flowed down the mountain wall, and the mountain road next to it became a muddy ......

Holding the wood branches that had been sharpened, Fang Yan looked around, and found that the only suitable place to build a hut was the tree where the pterodactyl snuggled up.

"You let Jean!"

Fang Yan said helplessly, looking at the pterodactyl cowering under the tree, he couldn't cry or laugh.

"Shhh Phew! ”

The pterodactyl cried, tightening its huddle and opening its mouth to reveal a row of tiny teeth.

"Huh!"

Fang Yan smiled,

If Allosaurus opened its mouth and had some deterrent power, this little pterosaur would be cute.

Walking forward, Fang Yan put down the wooden branch, then gently lifted the pterodactyl with his hand, and then picked up the wooden branch and stuck it in the ground.

"Shhh Hiss! ”

The little pterosaur next to him kept biting with his little claws and mouth, and Fang Yan turned his head to look, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

If it's still flying in the sky, it might be a little troublesome, but it can't fly when it falls to the ground, and that's it.

Who called the pterodactyl that fell into the grass worse than the chicken......

Comparing the size of the pterosaur, the dialect inserted all the wooden branches, and finally erected a simple wooden house frame.

Rain dripped through the cracks, and a gust of wind blew down a few of the top branches.

It's a bit rudimentary!

Fang Yan stood up and thought as he looked at the wooden house in front of him that was blowing down.

After looking down and thinking about it carefully, Fang Yan turned back to the tent, took out a handful of rope, and pulled down a few more film pages of the plastic object.

Walking back to the hut, he crouched down.

"I'll ......"

Fang Yan complained, looking at the pterodactyl that had retracted into the wooden house.

"I said, this wooden house is not finished yet, don't worry!"

Fang Yan said, but looking at the pterodactyl's two small puzzled eyes, he shook his head and grabbed the pterodactyl out as soon as he reached out.

"Shhh Hiss! ”

The pterodactyl shouted, scratching the dialect's hand with its mouth and front paws, but it didn't have much strength, not even its raincoat.

"You stay aside!"

Fang Yan said, placing the pterodactyl beside him, and once again stopped the pterodactyl from trying to rush towards the cabin, shouting, "Stay tuned"

"Squeak! Chirping! ”

The pterodactyl screamed, probably knowing that he couldn't beat the creature next to him, so he stayed aside honestly, but his little eyes kept looking at the wooden house in front of him.

Reinforced the wooden house with a rope, then spread the plastic film on the outside and tied it with a rope, and the dialect was busy for a while, and the house that sheltered the pterodactyl from the rain was completed.

"Hoo ......"

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the pterodactyl next to him, and said, "Okay, let's go in!" ”

The pterodactyl was stunned, listening to the words of people he didn't understand, tilting his head, and his two small eyes showed doubt.

"......" Fang Yan shook his head helplessly and pushed the pterodactyl with his hand.

"Huh? Hiss? ”

The pterodactyl looked at Fang Yan and let out a tentative cry twice, and then slowly walked along the wooden house that Fang Yan pointed to.

One step at a time......

Probably scared by the dialect, the pterodactyl walked for a while, stopped for a moment, and then turned its head to look at the dialect.

It wasn't until finally, stepping into the wooden house, that he quickly shrank down and squeezed in.

Fang Yan looked at it, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head and walked towards his tent.

"Wow! Phew! ”

Constant cries rang out from behind him, as if to be glad that he had a place to live, or to thank the strange creature......