I saw the man with the long knife under the tree stand up and sit down.

Wang Bi'an on the tree breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his sore and numb legs that were clamped on the branches.

He didn't know how long he could last in the tree.

Whether it is an arm or a leg, they are just barely on the branches, and the watermelon in the stomach has long been turned into a bubble of water.

When he climbed to the tree, Wang Bi'an couldn't hold it back, he didn't even take off his pants, and peed his pants.

It's just that the little belly that was originally swollen with urine has now become hungry and panicked.

Wang Bian actually didn't go hungry, Wang Lu and Chen Wei ate with him first, and when they were at home, it was always Wang Bian who added a second bowl of rice.

Chen Wei said that she had no appetite, and Wang Lu said that she wanted to lose weight.

It is only now that children have really tasted the taste of hunger.

Wang Bian couldn't help but touch the pockets of his body again, but found nothing except a lighter that was stuffed in the back pocket of his pants at some point.

Wang Bi'an swallowed his saliva and looked up at the farmland in the distance - I don't know if Lu Dao, my parents, and Sister Xie Ling have come to look for me.

No, they must have come down the mountain to find themselves. However, my parents must have never thought of running so far in a small boat. Seeing that it is getting darker and darker, they must be more difficult to find.

As the night deepened, the knife man decided that he couldn't wait any longer.

He tightened the sleeve of his bandaged coat, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and began to prop up the camphor tree hole.

Wang Bian saw it above, but there was nothing he could do, he tried to break a branch and throw it down from the hole.

The man with the long knife let the branch smash on his face, without frowning, and continued to climb up, without the crossbow, Wang Bi'an's means of resistance was a child's trick. Farts don't even top.

Seeing that the man with the long knife had climbed out of the camphor tree hole, Wang Bi'an had only one way.

Keep climbing up to thinner branches.

The long knife man also discovered Wang Bi'an's attempt, he was not in a hurry at all, climb, little red guy, and when the branches were too thin to eat your weight, he fell down.

Wang Bi'an carefully climbed onto a very thin branch, and when he climbed on it, the branch had been bent down, creaking, and would break at any time.

The man with the long knife, Ha Lu, laughed, rode on a thick branch, and waved the long knife in his hand at Wang Bi'an: "Little ghost, climb, climb, why don't you have the courage to climb?" He M, let Lao Tzu climb, otherwise, Lao Tzu will cut off this branch with a knife. Fall to death you little red guy. ”

Wang Bi'an clung to the branch and didn't dare to move, and suddenly, he screamed: "Dad! Mom! ”

The screams of the children, who had not yet reached the stage of voice change, were not far in the night sky before they were blown away by the wind.

The man with the long knife was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly in a louder voice, and learned Wang Bi'an's cry in a strange voice: "Dad! Mom! Alas, Lao Tzu is so scared, your parents came to save you, and Lao Tzu was so scared that he was about to run away. Haha........."

Wang Bi'an gritted his teeth and glared at the long-knife man like a little wolf cub.

Suddenly, he took out the lighter from his pocket, snapped, and hit.

The man with the long knife couldn't see the thing in Wang Bi'an's hand clearly at first, but when he found out that it was a lighter, he couldn't help but be stunned.

However, it's a little bit laughable, what's the use of a lighter? Can you save your son of a son of a nitch? The small flame blew away when the wind was stronger, and even the leaves of the camphor tree could not be lit.

Sure enough, the faint glow of the lighter only lit up, and then quickly went out again.

After the light has passed, the black that comes again seems to be particularly black.

The man with the long knife couldn't see for a while, but he only heard the sound of small fragments coming from above.

The branches of the tree on which Wang Bian rode rose and fell, and the leaves and branches rattled.

The little ghost head wants to jump? I lit the lighter just now, trying to see the ground under my feet?

The man with the long knife squinted, and the branches and leaves of the camphor tree were luxuriant, covering Wang Bi'an's figure, and he couldn't see what he was doing.

Whatever. The man with the long knife looked down at the ground under the tree, which was 3 or 4 meters high, and he didn't even dare to jump. If the little red guy really jumps, he will definitely fall half to death, and he will have to do it himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then, the fire suddenly rushed up.

In the raging firelight, the man with the long knife saw clearly now, Wang Bi'an was barebacked, carrying the shirt he was wearing on his body, and was using a lighter to ignite the fire on the corner of his clothes.

The shirt quickly burned, along the corner of the clothes, all the way to the top, Wang Bi'an raised his hand, and threw the shirt that was burning more and more to a tree trunk next to him. ,

In the dark night, the shirts lit at the top of the treetops are like a lighthouse, radiating dazzling guiding light into the distance!

The man with the long knife was stunned, if he couldn't guess at this moment, Wang Bi'an was using the light of the fire to guide his relatives who were looking for him, then he could really be killed by a headhead!

The man with the long knife roared wildly, raised his knife high, and cut down the thin trunk of the tree that Wang Bi'an was holding!

The angry man with the long knife didn't even cut off the camphor trunk that Wang Bi'an was holding - even a few slashes!

The camphor tree is the most popular wood for beating furniture in the past in the city and now in the countryside.

The natural aroma has the effect of natural insect repellent, and when storing sweaters, coats and other clothes, there is no need to put unpleasant and toxic artificial mothballs.

Even if it has entered the new century, the rural people in Yonggang City marry their daughters and accompany a few pieces of camphor wood furniture, which must be placed at the top of the tractor used to pull the furniture by the welcoming convoy, and the red silk cloth on it is specially opened, and the neighbors who come to watch the ceremony to attend the wedding banquet will also say this for several days -- now the mature camphor wood is becoming more and more difficult to find, and there are years of it, all of which have been nailed by the government to the brand of some ancient and famous trees, and have been protected. When my grandparents planted a few camphor trees at home, they could add color to the weddings of their children and grandchildren.

Moreover, the old camphor wood is very hard. Although the camphor wood is softwood, the bark of the old camphor tree is extremely hard.

The boxes and cabinets can not only be used for a lifetime, but also be passed on to future generations.

There is an old camphor tree in the urban area of Yonggang that is said to be a thousand years, one night, there is a man with the wrong brain, want to get some camphor tree materials to put at home to ward off evil spirits - this guy is really the wrong brain, peach wood is the one to drive away evil spirits, I have never heard of camphor wood has this function - took a kitchen knife and picked a branch to cut it in the middle of the night. As a result, until the sound alarmed the joint defense team, they only cut a gap of less than half of the wrist-thick branches.

Under the anger of the man with the long knife, he swung his knife and slashed it, and the point of the knife was not consistent, but he cut a gap of different sizes in the trunk, and failed to cut it in one fell swoop.

Moreover, the long knife in his hand is not suitable for cutting trees.

The knife was a handicraft bought from a street stall when the man with a long knife went to Tibet.

This knife is okay for cutting and chopping meat, but it is a little powerless to deal with wood.

The man with the long knife saw that the fire lit by his shirt was getting bigger and bigger, and he kept cutting down the branches for a while, and had another evil thought, holding the branch that Wang Bi'an was holding with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

In order to avoid the long knife man, Wang Bi'an deliberately climbed to the end of the branch, and he was almost shaken to the ground in the treetops.

Frightened, Wang Bi'an clenched the branches between his hands and feet, screaming again and again.

The man with the long knife smiled fiercely, and was about to increase his strength a little more, when suddenly, under the tree behind him, a cold voice came:

"You try again."

Before the long knife man had time to turn back, Wang Bi'an, who heard the familiar voice, had already shouted: "Dad! Father! ”

The tears that I have been holding back burst out of my eyes.