I put the compass away and whispered, "I'm not lost, I didn't plan to go down the mountain at all."

The old man giggled, "Don't be afraid, I'm a mushroom picker."

I tilted my head to see that he was indeed carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and the mushrooms in it had already sprouted tips.

"Look at your thin skin and tender meat, you shouldn't be a mountain guest, right?"

There is no way to hide this kind of thing, and people who have been running in the mountains all year round can see it from their skin.

I can only say that this old man's eyes are very good, and it is pointless to hide it now, just wanted to answer, and quickly changed his words.

"What is a mountainer?"

The old man laughed and said, "You kid, you should be a student of which school, you sneaked out to play?"

He shook the basket on his body: "Those of us who rely on the mountains to eat are mountain guests."

The old man held on to the tree and looked up at the sky: "Look at this, it's not good tonight, you are young and strong, I have experience."

"Why don't we get through tonight together?"

I took a closer look, and this old man was indeed not a ghost, and I was naturally a little less wary of him.

"What kind of partner?"

The old man pointed to the mountain in the distance with his cane: "There is a place over there to hide from the rain, my body is not good, you help me carry the basket, I will take you."

Suddenly I was alert again: "Why can't you go down now?"

"Silly boy." The old man pointed to the sky, "If it goes on like this, it won't be long before the rain falls."

"At that time, we will be trapped halfway up the mountain, and there will be nowhere to hide from the rain!"

I pondered back and forth, and then asked, "You mean, we're still at the top of the mountain?"

"Where else could it be?"

So I've been wandering around for a long time, and I'm all spinning in place?

I looked at him suspiciously, thought about my current situation, and decided to trust him for the time being.

For one, this old man is not strange except for his cunning appearance; Second, I really didn't have any experience in the mountains.

Seeing that the rain is about to be filmed, running around in the mountains at this time is really not a wise choice.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if this old man is not a good thing, I am young and strong, can I still be afraid of him?

The most important thing is that the first year of junior high school in my chest gave me a lot of confidence.

"Nacheng, I'll carry it for you."

The old man slowly squatted down and put the basket on the ground: "Then it's hard for you."

I hung the basket on my body and followed him, one foot deep and one foot shallow to the side.

There is a fluorescent grass on the mountain that can emit a pale green light at night, and the seeds of this grass can secrete red sap.

At night, the grass was particularly bright, and I dragged the fruit as I walked forward.

When I saw a slightly thicker tree, I pressed some sap out of it as a sign when I came back.

If I go around in circles in the mountains, I can find a way out.

Before he could take a few steps, the downpour suddenly fell.

The dense raindrops formed a curtain hole in front of my eyes, and the rapidly decreasing visibility made it almost impossible for me to see the old man in front of me.

Suddenly, a wooden stick reached in front of him, and the old man's voice also came.

"Hold on! Don't slide down!"

His voice was very loud, even in the dense sound of rain: "Hang the basket on your chest!"

At this moment, I was a little touched and a little guilty.

I shouldn't treat everyone like a bad person.

Maybe it's because of the perennial running mountain, although the old man looks thin, but the strength on his arms is really not small.

It was an uphill road, but he didn't have any trouble holding on to me, and even the strength of his arm didn't give me a chance to slip.

The rain became heavier and the road became steeper.

The old man suddenly stopped and shouted, "I can't go any further, I have to find a place first!"

"Follow me!"

Before I could speak, the old man took another step, and after a few turns, he paused again.

I squinted, trying to see where I was.

The place is a remote mountain, with gray stones towering and little vegetation cover.

And where the old man fingered, was a triangular space squeezed out of a few boulders.

"Let's go!"

I asked, with some concern, "Is this safe?"

"Don't worry!"

I followed him into the cave, only to find a different scene inside.