There is also a letter that my second uncle wrote to me before he went to sea, and the person mentioned in the letter who looked very similar to me, no matter how I asked him, he stopped talking.

The second uncle is not like the third uncle, the third uncle I can pester him to ask all the time, if he doesn't answer, I can shake his neck, and even deliberately make trouble when he is doing things, and when he is annoyed by me, he will always show a little bit of tone.

But the second uncle didn't eat oil and salt at all, I didn't dare to shake his neck, let alone deliberately make trouble, no matter how I asked, he was indifferent and didn't speak, so until I went home after the year, I still didn't ask anything.

Later, I gave up, as long as I jumped out of the whirlpool, I just passed, anyway, it's not the first time I've been blinded, but I think it's the same thing, about the photo, about the person who is exactly like me, I always have a pimple in my heart, and even came up with a very strange thought: Perhaps, the person in the photo is not me at all.

When people are lonely, they are especially prone to cranky thoughts, like at this moment, I can only hold my phone to watch.

When I was bored, I flipped through the fat man's meat jokes, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that it was not good, and I was going to go crazy if I went on like this, this ice and snow, what should I do? Could it be that you are holding that snowman and rolling the sheets?

I secretly cursed the fat man for hurting me, threw away the phone, retracted it into the sleeping bag and counted the sheep, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, I packed up my equipment and prepared to leave, and asked Rehaman if he wanted to follow, and after a night, he probably made a decision, nodded with a bad face, and said, "Follow, but boss." ”

I glanced at him, and I could probably guess what he was thinking, and the kid probably thought that I would not be able to withstand the environment in the glacier, and would naturally quit when I couldn't stand it, so I insisted on following, and then, without talking again, we gathered our gear, squeezed into the ice crevasse behind us from the snowman, and began to move forward.

This process is extremely painful, sharp and cold ice thorns, if you are not careful, you will scratch the skin, some narrow places, almost the stomach is scratched by the ice cracks, and after walking, the whole belly is frozen numb, the clothes can not keep warm at all, and even the cold invades, bringing a layer of coldness.

All the way through, it was me who opened the way, this ice gap is indeed relatively long, the further down I go, the more confident I become, because it proves that my guess is right, the stuffy oil bottle has been here, although the conditions are treacherous, but it is not completely frozen, and it can still meet the conditions for people to pass.

In the end, Rehaman probably found out in his conscience, perhaps because he saw that I had too many wounds, and he said, "Boss, you can rest for a while, and replace me." I didn't take it anymore, and carefully switched directions with Rehamman, and Rehaman opened the way in front, and on the way, he couldn't help asking: "Boss, I really want to ask this question, are your friends so important to you?" You know, we're working hard now. ”

It was only half an hour after the opening of the road, and Rehaman began to have injuries on his body, even if we still wrapped the bare skin beforehand, it was only a primary protection, and it was impossible to stop the damage.

After a pause, Reharman said: "Boss, in fact, friends are just that, you don't need to take it so seriously, I can see that you are a person who values love and righteousness, but in my personal experience, I think friends are a fart." ”

"I also knew a buddy before, that feeling, in Chinese terms, is a friend of life and death, when our two families are poor, we have to serve a bowl of mutton to each other after a stew, and the person who wants to come back is not back, and I kept it for him, I was so poor that it was tinkling, his mother was sick, I didn't say a word, and beat the last four thousand yuan in my card, this is righteous enough, right?"

I nodded.

Rehaman said: "Later, he followed a boss, who was also engaged in jade, and moved to the city after he got up, and when he came back every year, his eyes were on the top of his head, and people thought that my house was messy, and he didn't even want to come to eat. After "speaking", he laughed at himself: "So, money is the closest thing, and friends can only share weal and woe, not wealth and nobility." Boss, is it worth your toss so much? ”

What Rehaman said is the truth, many times, friends can only share hardships and hardships, it is difficult to share wealth and prosperity, but I know that the stuffy oil bottle is not just a friend and brother, more precisely, a responsibility, which cannot be escaped, let alone an inescapable responsibility, my conscience is always urging me, if you give up on him, you are an ungrateful bastard.

I didn't answer Rehaman's words, and the two of them took turns to walk forward, but the further down I went, the more restless I felt.

The environment in the ice crevices is extremely cramped, and we can't even squat in it, even if we have to stool, we can only stand, in other words, we can't stop to rest at all, we can only keep walking.

We walked from morning to noon, and we could only stand and eat some food, stop a little to rest, and continue to walk, until about five o'clock in the afternoon, when Rehaman and I were almost all covered with small wounds that had been smashed or scraped, but at this time, we were still walking in the long ice crevices, and we still did not reach the end.

At this point, Rahman and I were almost all trembling in our legs, and we hadn't sat or even squatted since we entered this ice crevasse, and we had been walking and standing.

There is still no end ahead, it is about to get dark, we are trapped in the ice, it is impossible to go back, first, I don't want to, and second, even if we go back, it is estimated that it will be tomorrow morning.

I can't help but be a little frightened, how long is this ice crevasse? Could it be that the stuffy oil bottle keeps moving forward? No rest, no sleep? I simply don't know how much perseverance the stuffy oil bottle used to hold on.

At this time, Rehaman asked me tiredly: "Boss, what can we do, we are trapped." ”

I didn't give up, and said, "I'm not trapped, keep moving forward, there must be an exit ahead." ”

He said, "How long do you have to go?" Without waiting for me to answer, he said, "No one can be sure, but if the journey is still long, should we walk for a few days and nights without sleep?" ”

I knew he was holding back, so I said, "I have no objection to you going back, but if you go back now, it means repeating the distance you have traveled during the day, at least eight hours, right?" "I'm not threatening him with that, I'm just telling the truth.

Rehaman showed a tired face and smiled bitterly: "It's really not easy to make your money, so what are your plans?" ”

I said, "Keep walking, it will take us eight hours to walk back, maybe we will walk for a few dozen minutes before we get to the exit?" A lot of things are unpredictable. Rehaman struggled inwardly for a while, nodded in resignation, and we continued on our way.

This process is really boring and painful, I really don't need to repeat it, in short, I walked to the end, my eyelids were almost fighting, the muscles of my whole body were trembling, from the night, until the dawn, finally through the ice crack, the body was instantly liberated.

Rehaman let out a long breath, a suppressed cry of surprise in his throat, and then fell headlong into the snow, never to get up again.

This kind of tense, painful, and high-intensity walking is something I have never experienced before, in fact, I only have one thought now, sit down, squat, even if it is lying down, I don't want to stand anymore, but when I want to squat, I find that my knee joints are already stiff.

Because it was dawn, the surrounding environment was difficult to distinguish, and I was so tired that I just wanted to sleep, but in this kind of ice and snow, like Rehaman, I fell directly to the ground and fell asleep, which was obviously an act of looking for death, so I could only cheer up, bury my face in the snow, and let myself be frozen and sober, so I set up the tent trembling and dragged Rehaman in, and then I closed my eyes, couldn't care about anything, and fell asleep directly.

When I woke up, it was night again, and apparently, I slept from dawn to night, and Rehaman was still sleeping, but the moment I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was a long-necked black shadow.

The head that was still in a daze was awake almost instantly,, why did this thing appear again!

I suddenly had a thrill, kicked Rehaman next to me, and immediately twisted the gun.

The shock in my heart is indescribable, how can this thing keep up? Did it follow us through the ice crevasses? It's just impossible! I opened fire almost immediately, and the tent was suddenly punched a hole, and the bang of the gunshot woke Rehaman completely, and he got up sleepily, and gasped at the sight of the shadow outside.

I ignored him, because as soon as the shot was fired, I immediately noticed that something was wrong.

At the moment, we don't have the lights on, how do we see this dark shadow?

I immediately reacted, it was moonlight, very bright moonlight.

Due to the penetration of bullets, the tent revealed a small hole the size of a thumb, through the small hole, there was nothing outside, but the black shadow was clearly still on our tent. A thought crossed my mind: Isn't this a living thing at all? But some kind of projection?

But if it's a projection, why does it happen to be on our tent every time?

I didn't have too much to worry about, just pulled out the tent and got out, and as soon as I got out of the tent, I almost couldn't breathe in front of me.

I didn't have the heart to observe my surroundings because I was too tired before, but now I found that not far in front of our tent, there was an ice pit, and on the walls of the ice pit, there were obviously many artificially carved things, like buildings, and like human shapes, because of the dim light, I couldn't see the specifics.

At this moment, the moonlight swept down without a trace of obscuration, and under the reflection of the trillion edges and corners of the glacier, a lot of bizarre scenes were refracted, and in almost every ice pick, there was a figure, large or small, or with a long neck, or a short one with almost no neck.

Of course, these are only distorted images under the projection, and the real appearance is engraved in the ice pit, which is so large that even with the flashlight on, it is difficult for me to see what the prototype of the thing is.

Originally...... The long neck that has been following us is actually just a projection?

Through the refraction of the countless edges and corners of this glacier, under the moonlight, it can be almost everywhere, and once the moonlight is obscured by dark clouds, the black shadow will disappear immediately, this, this is really a big oolong.

For a moment, I wanted to go down to the ice pit and figure out what was playing on us.