"Mom'......"

Wang Miao woke up from his dream, he propped himself up, looked at the sky, and the sky had begun to redden.

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Wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and recalled the moment when the dream ended.

"Mom and Dad, are you okay? Mom knows that something happened to me, so what does it have to be sad about? Hey, don't be too sad, my son seems to be alive, but I don't know where he is, and I don't know if I can see you again. Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but reddened slightly, and he was silently sad.

"Quack, quack", a crow hovered in mid-air, making an uncomfortable cry.

He picked himself up again, it's always good to be alive, and he wanted to figure out what had happened to him unthinkable, and he wanted to see his family again and tell them he was alive.

"I actually fell asleep, fortunately, no wild beasts gnawed me, I have to find a place to sleep before dark, this place is too close to the water source, it is not safe,"

Wang Miao sat on the stone, muttered as she looked at a meandering stream in front of her, and reached out to take a wooden stick.

Or it would be more accurate to call it a wooden fork, and there were still some small branches left on it, and he didn't bother to decorate it more beautifully.

"It's good to be practical, maybe it can also play an unexpected role, and watch that little animal that doesn't open its eyes become the soul of the stick", Wang Miao thought viciously.

I found some small shells, smashed them open with stones and ate them, some of them were still unsatisfied, and I caught some small fish and shrimp with my clothes, unscrewed my head, put them in the water and cleaned them slightly, threw them into my mouth, smacked my mouth a few times, and estimated that the taste was good.

Relieved the hunger in his stomach, wiped his face a few times, re-oriented, and continued to look north for a place where there were people.

The sunset, the shadow of this person, is getting longer and longer.

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"This big brother, can you understand me, don't be nervous, I'm just passing by, I don't mean anything else,"

Wang Miao walked backwards out of the woods with a wooden stick in hand, and a few meters away, there was a person who followed his backward footsteps closely.

The sky was already dark, and there were trees blocking it, making it even more difficult for the person in front of him to see.

But you can tell it's a man.

The hair on his face illustrates the problem, he is short in stature, his back is slightly arched, and he doesn't know if it's a matter of age or an aggressive gesture.

The clothes on his body were tattered, and he couldn't tell what color and style they were, like a pile of rags wrapped around his body, but this beggar-like man was holding a short knife, and the occasional light through the cracks in the woods reflected on the blade of the knife, glowing with a little cold light.

The man did not reply, but made a ho-ho sound, and after forcing Wang Miao out of the woods, he stood at the edge of the woods, holding a short knife, and brandished it at Wang Miao.

Wang Miao took a few steps back, and seeing that he was no longer following, he turned around and fled quickly along the edge of the forest.

"I wanted to find a place to sleep in the woods, but I didn't expect to meet a wild man, huh? not a wild man, this man has a knife,"

Wang Miao stopped and gasped, thinking back to the strange man he had just met in the woods.

"This man didn't want to hurt me, he just wouldn't let me into that wood, it's a little weird, but anyway, it's a good sign that he finally saw someone. ”

He felt that there should be some secrets in this man, and after thinking about it, he did not enter the forest again, but bypassed it from a distance and continued on his way.

......

"It's the tenth day, and I can't hold it anymore, this damn mountain, climbing one after another, and it's still over?"

Wang Miao staggered in the woods on a mountain, looking at the impermeable plants in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into foul language, his goal was to climb over this continuous mountain range, after making a decision yesterday, he now deeply understands, 'Wangshan runs a dead horse', the meaning of this sentence.

From a distance, this mountain range covered with greenery is not very tall, and it is not easy to climb over it.

The biggest trouble is that there is no good road, and you have to bend down often to avoid the branches on your head, beware of the barbs on the low bushes, and see if there are any traps such as dark pits and deep streams.

If it weren't for his luck last night, when he accidentally slipped and saw that he was about to fall into a deep crack hidden by weeds and shrubs, in a panic, he happened to grab a bush next to him, and I am afraid he would have to overdo it again.

"If you die again, will you be able to resurrect yourself with full blood, be reborn in that wilderness, and trek through it again?"

In such a bad environment, he could still think so badly.

His current physical condition is very bad, he has not eaten cooked food for ten consecutive days, and the single intake of food has led to malnutrition, coupled with the diarrhea that began two days ago, the whole person looks a lot thinner, his face is pale, he is sweating, and it seems that he may fall down at any time, and he has reached the limit.

After stumbling and going through a lot of hardships, after passing through the dense woods, Wang Miao sat down on the ground, looking at a few big rocks in front of him, and finally reached the highest point of the mountain, and there was still the last barrier, the boulder in front of him.

After a while, he stood up with difficulty, grasped the unevenness on the stone, and began to climb up, and when he reached the top of the boulder, he was already tired, and rested on the stone for a while, recovered a little strength, and looked up at the bottom of the mountain.

After looking at it for a while, he slowly closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, jumped up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and quickly ran down the mountain.

"Haha, there is a village, haha, someone, haha, the peasant woman's spring still has a little field......"

The sound of maniacal laughter echoed through the mountains.

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Stone and Flowey looked dumbfounded, scary strange uncle.

Uncle Strange looks terrible, but he really doesn't look like a person.

The hair is fried, the beard is unkempt, and then look at the face, it is too scary, pale like a dead man, the lips are blue, there is no blood, the eyes are also deeply sunk into the eye sockets, a dirty orange clothes, torn open large and small holes, a pair of cloth shoes under the feet, although it is not yet summer, the ten toes have long been unable to withstand the stuffiness, and come out to enjoy the cool.

With teeth and claws, waving a wooden branch in his hand, he is a realistic live-action version of a death row prisoner who successfully escaped from prison and hid in the mountains for many days and came out to find food.

Wang Miao, the eight or nine-year-old boy before she met, stared at the wooden stick in her hand tightly, and quickly threw it away, revealing a smile that felt harmless to humans and animals, but was actually even more terrifying, and asked,

"Children, what is your name, how old are you this year, is your family from the village in front of you?"

"My name is Huahua, my brother's name is Shishi, I'm five years old,"

The little boy did not speak, but the chubby little girl next to him, with two pigtails and a red embroidered blouse, looked at him curiously and answered his questions.

Wang Miao breathed a sigh of relief, she still spoke Mandarin, so it should still be in China.

Squatting down, looking at the little girl's clothes, then at her shoes, his eyes turned to the little boy, frowned, and just wanted to ask something more.

Xiao Shi suddenly spoke: "Uncle, are you hungry? ”

Wang Miao was overjoyed, "Do you have something to eat?" Thank you, Stone, my uncle hasn't eaten for a few days, and he's really hungry." ”

Xiaoshi pulled Huahua to a small tree with a big ox on it, took out two bamboo tubes, and handed them to him.

Wang Miao opened one, filled it with water, raised his head and drank a few big sips, and suddenly felt a lot better, and then opened the other one, a smell of rice mixed with the aroma of meat, came to his nose, scooped a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

He suddenly felt that all the delicacies he had eaten before him, condensed together, could not compare to the deliciousness of this spoonful of rice and cured meat.

Xiao Shi and Huahua looked at this strange uncle, thinking that they were eating too slowly, and they wanted to split the bamboo tube, and they were afraid that others would rob him of the ugly food, so they laughed.

"Uncle, eat slowly, you eat first, Huahua and I will go to grandpa, and we will be back in a while, you help me watch the cow, don't let it run away,"

Wang Miao didn't care to answer, and nodded violently in her mouth.

The little stone bleated a few times, pulled Huahua, drove the sheep, and jumped back to the village.