The recovery time for snow blindness is one day to three days, and if I had this here, not only would I have died earlier than the stuffy bottle, but also worse than him.

What am I trying to do?

I closed my eyes, my heart was extremely depressed, dog, the last time I came, there were gloomy snow clouds everywhere, how could I have this problem, so I didn't prepare at all this time, but who would have thought that this time I would encounter this kind of thing. This time I fucking killed myself.

Snow blindness is a very strange disease. It is thought to be a symptom of temporary blindness caused by bright light stimulation of the retina. Usually after a few days of rest, vision will return on its own. People who have had snow blindness will get snow blindness again if they don't pay attention. Snow blindness is worse again. Repeated snow blindness can gradually weaken one's eyesight, lead to long-term eye diseases, and even permanent blindness in severe cases.

When walking in the snow, you usually wear goggles. Or regular sunglasses can also alleviate and prevent snow blindness.

But another study in the United States showed that snow blindness is actually caused by the eyes not being able to focus on objects in the snow (most of the time you can see only a patch of pure white on snowy mountains), and the eyes are too nervous. Snow blindness rarely occurs suddenly, but once symptoms appear. You must not use your eyes anymore, and you must take a break from your eyes.

In other words, based on my current situation, it is estimated that it will be twelve hours before I can continue to use my eyes with confidence, during which period. Be careful with intermittent eye use. That means I'm going to have to be here for a long time.

Thinking about it, I felt very, very depressed, and I said why it was so smooth sailing when I came. Now it has become this virtue. If something happens to me when I come, the stuffy bottle may have to send me back.

I knew I should have found a reason to cripple myself the other day.

I was about to sulk, when suddenly I felt a loosening under my buttocks, and the whole slope of snow where I was sitting slid down.

It's completely impossible to stop sliding down a snowy slope. I didn't react at all, I just felt like I was spinning and descending. His hands were clawed aimlessly. It was impossible to close my eyes at this point, and I plunged my hand deep into the snow several times, trying to stop myself by relying on resistance. But each insertion only made a bigger snow slide.

I screamed and rolled all the way down the hill. Below that, I know, is a very steep cliff. The drop is at least 30 meters, and even if there is snow down there, I will never be unharmed.

In the past, I might have said that I would die, but now I don't think I can accept it. I scratched around in horror, but in an instant, I slid off a cliff and fell into the air.

As I tumbled off the cliff and fell six or seven meters, I noticed that everything around me had turned into slow motion. I could see all the snow that flew out with me. All kinds of strange trajectories,

Then I fell on my back into the snow.

Falling from a height of 30 meters into a piece of cotton-like snow was a very enjoyable thing to think about, and I didn't even know how deep I fell into the snow. But I knew that what I saw on the snow must be a pit in the shape of a human body, and the posture must be particularly weird.

The snow here is so soft that when I fall, countless pieces of snow roll down the edges and hit my face.

I'm blindfolded to death. But thankfully, I didn't feel like I had hit anything hard when I fell. But there is one or two stones in the snow. I'm sure I don't feel the way I do now.

I brushed the snow off my face, climbed up with all my might, poked my head out of the pit, and was about to curse, when suddenly I felt a shadow above me. When I looked up, I saw that the snow slope that I had driven on the cliff just now had all slid down the cliff.

That shadow is the slope of snow: looking at that battle, I guess a ton of snow will shoot me directly in the face and shoot me back into the pit.

The snow was like sand, blocking everything around me in an instant. Including my nose and mouth.

I struggled and found that the crushed snow on the top of my head was particularly thick. It buries me like a seal of earth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a place to get out.

I couldn't hold my breath anymore, so I started to breathe, but as soon as I inhaled, it was a mouthful of ice ballast. There are two big differences between being in the snow and being in the water, the snow is not solid, and there will be countless small spaces in the middle, all of which have air in them. I twisted my head, compressed a small space, and immediately took a few breaths, and although I was not so panicked, I still felt extremely tight in my chest, and I was dizzy.

Just when I was almost in despair, suddenly I heard movement outside, and then, my moving hand was grabbed, and my whole body was pulled out of the snow pit. I gasped for breath when I saw the stuffy oil bottle grab me by the back collar and pull me out of the snow with all my might.

My eyes were still pink, rather blurry: I looked at him, got angry, and asked him, "Why are you back again?" ”

He looked at me. He looked at the cliff above me and said, "I heard your cry for help." ”

The snow sound was very good, and it was not surprising that I could hear my voice at the upwind outlet: I said to myself, "Oh, I was greeting your ancestors at that time," and I got up and squinted my eyes to look around. Immediately realized that he must have jumped from a height of thirty meters, and couldn't help but be a little moved.

He came back anyway. I suddenly wondered if he had opened his mind, was this a chance for God to convince him? When he returned, it showed that he still had an attachment to the world.

But before I could speak, he spoke first.

"You come with me." "This is a dead valley, and there will be more snow to fall down, so go to the center of the valley first." He gestured around. Then I found that this place was surrounded by cliffs more than thirty meters high, and I couldn't help but curse secretly.

I'll look around. Realizing that there was no way out at all, I saw the stuffy oil bottle pinching his own hand.

His face was expressionless, but his hand was tightly squeezing his wrist, and I hurriedly asked him, "What's wrong?" You're hurt? He said lightly: "It's okay, I was injured before I came." It's not so thorough. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to help him with his backpack, but he blocked it with his hand, and I saw that his hand was bent at a very strange angle, and I could tell at a glance that his hand was broken.

I couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong with your hand?" Seems to be broken? ”

The stuffy oil bottle said: "I saw that you broke it before, and recovered a little, and when I jumped down just now, I threw it too hard." ”

I was stunned for a while, and I couldn't help but laugh.

It was a surprise to me that things had suddenly come to this point.

We're stuck now, I'm having the early symptoms of snow blindness, the weather is getting worse, the stuffy bottle has broken my wrist bone to save me, and I'm running out of options now.

If I can't go out with him, then I'll have to go with him until he knocks me out. Otherwise, the fact is beyond words.

The broken wrist bone was very painful, and I looked at my gear to find something useful to give the stuffy bottle first aid. Luckily, nothing was broken, and the backpack and food were in good condition. Some of them were thrown out as I rolled, buried in the snow and impossible to find, but the most important compressed food was still there. I found a slope and broke off two ice cubes as a retainer to hold the wrist of the stuffy oil bottle in place. It's not very windy here, but from time to time there are snowballs blown down and hit us on the head, which hurts very much, and if there are snowballs that are slightly larger or contain ice cubes, they will probably hurt us.

When I had finished helping him, I said to him, "Whatever you're going to do, you're going to get to a place first, but in your current condition, you're probably going to die on the way, and I think you'd better go back and heal first." We might as well go back. ”

He shook his head and said silently: "This is a trivial matter, you can go." ”

I said, "You cut off your hand to save me, and I can't bear to let your final plan fail because of this, so I must go with you." ”

He said, "Then I'll do what I said last night." ”

"It's okay, whatever you want, if you do knock me out, I don't have anything to say, but I want you to know that if you need someone to accompany you to the end, I won't refuse." I said, "I'm going to go with you, it's my own decision, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

He didn't say anything more, and after talking to me so much, I felt that he really had no choice. We were silent for a moment and moved on. Approaching the center of the valley, the Stuffy Bottle said, "The first blizzard will come in three days." If we couldn't get to the previous hot springs, we would all die here. And go back from here, and you will soon be back in your world. ”

The stuffy oil bottle was trying to tell me that even if I had to go down with him, things were not as easy as I thought. But I have made up my mind, I no longer bother, or even think about the reasonableness of his words. I said, "Then I'll go too." It's my own thoughts. "I sorted out all the gear to make him carry less weight. But he took his own gear and didn't let me break it down, but carried it on one shoulder. He didn't have much equipment, but it was quite heavy, and it seemed very heavy on his body. (To be continued)