I was powerless for a moment, I lay straight on the door of the wooden door, my body was still involuntarily shaking, I raised my eyelids to look at the wooden door in front of me, and saw that it seemed to have been washed by the rain for many years, and it seemed to have been exposed to the sun for a long time, and the surface of the wooden body looked gray and old. When I opened my eyes a little wider www.biquge.info I saw that the door was covered with dense dust, and it was still falling down like a gray cloud in the wooden door that I shook every time. Suddenly I had a premonition of loss again, and I immediately rushed and slammed and shook the old wooden door even more desperately, and opened my mouth and hoarsely spread rumors.

There's a fire in the yard, hurry out and put out the fire! The fire is about to burn down the house...... Thieves have entered the village and robbed them......

However, after my brief attempt to spread rumors, there was no echo in the second small mansion. By virtue of my visual judgment at the time, I felt that although my voice was hoarse at that time, the strength of my voice, and the sound of my striking on the wooden door, were enough to attract the owner of the house to go out. But in fact, I waited outside the door of the second house until my full hopes were gone, and the scene was the same, and no one responded from the house.

I felt even more depressed, I was so devastated, I couldn't understand why, so I turned around and walked back to the winding path that was gradually devoured by the weeds on both sides, and continued towards the village, moving in the middle of the winding path.

At that time, my mood began to fall, and I began to think about it in confusion at the same time. I don't understand why there are two families in a row, and no one is there. I swayed more slowly and hard along the village road, and I leaned as far as I could into the shadow of the great trees cast by the roadside, avoiding the direct rays of the sun, for my throat was as dry as fire. At that time, my ears were filled with more and more noised treetop birds. The sounds of their birds are still ever-changing, and they are gentle and beautiful, but they could not help me at that time, they could not quench my hunger and thirst, so I did not care about their existence at that time, and I was not at ease.

I had no choice but to move towards the village, but I kept thinking. At that moment, after I had walked for many days in a row, I finally came across a decent village, and I would not have really been discouraged, and I would not have despaired easily, because in my opinion, it was the only place where I could save my life, the only place where I could continue my life. If I walked out of that village again, I don't think I would know how many days I would have to walk before I might meet the next one, or I wouldn't have met the next village at all, within the range of my physical strength, in the strange wilderness of the time.

So, I began to think quietly, and continued to think seriously, that it was precisely in the afternoon, and that vast expanse of land was covered with soil where vegetation could grow, and it occurred to me that bypassing that strange village, further east, there should be a large green field in the ploughed soft earth! During that afternoon, I thought that the inhabitants of the two houses I had seen at first might have gone to their fields east of the village to work in the morning, and that they would not return to their homes until the evening was dark and nightfall. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. And I roughly think that the wooden doors outside the courtyards of the two houses are covered with dust, and it may also be a large desolate and uninhabited place that is a mixture of land and sand, and it should be often windy on weekdays, and it is not impossible for the wind to fall on the wooden doors outside the courtyards of the two houses.

So, I thought about it, and my inner hope was rekindled. I lifted my eyes again weakly, and after looking at each of the two houses in front of me, one on the left and one on the right and the right of the path at my feet, I pondered and pondered, and I became more confident. I think there may be at least one of the two houses down there, and there are people living in it.

As I thought of that conviction, I moved my footsteps faster and faster, and I pressed forward even more as I thought of my last unnamed village begging for food and being treated in the heat.

When I quickly approached a house on the left side of the path, I was instantly shocked to see that the gate outside the house was empty, there was no wooden door as a shield, and the scene inside the house at a glance shocked me, because the courtyard in full view was still empty, just like the scene inside the wooden door of the first house in Zhao Ye Village when I first saw it, the courtyard was full of desolation and overgrown weeds. The weeds in the courtyard were densely intertwined, leaving no gaps, and they were knee-high, even waist-high, clearly indicating that no one had been in or out of the house for a long time. When I saw it, I couldn't help but regain my nerves. My mind was foggy again at that moment, and I felt like I couldn't explain the inside of the house again. My eyes flickered helplessly, and I twisted my body slowly and with great difficulty, and after another full blow, I once again stepped on the village road, which was being blocked by the green weeds on the left and right, and then went straight through it, and I went straight to the door of the house opposite.

Similar to the one opposite, when I was at the door of the fourth house, I was able to look into the depths of the house, into the courtyard. The courtyard was also overgrown with lush and dense weeds, and it was extremely desolate. Somewhat differently, I found that at the outer entrance of the fourth house at that time, the outermost wooden door of the courtyard was damaged and broken. Only a small half of the gray-black wooden door, which also looked like it had been weathered by the wind and rain, stood crookedly, and the rest lay straight on the ground inside the door, as if it had been trampled through by a few hurried and long-old footprints.