When I first came in, I came in almost crouching, but the further I went, the straighter I became.

The hole is not only high, but also very large.

The most important thing is that there is no rain leaking inside!

I put the basket on the ground, wiped the water from my face, and exclaimed, "It's like a sunny day, it's really God!"

The old man took off his shirt and twisted his clothes into the water: "We have actually entered the heart of the mountain."

"Heart of the Mountain? Isn't that the inside of the mountain?"

"That's right!" He shook his clothes vigorously and said proudly, "Why don't you say you're inexperienced? If you really go down the mountain, you don't even have a place to hide."

As he spoke, he had gathered some years of dry grass and dry wood from near the entrance of the cave, and took out two irregular flints from his pocket.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of flint crashing was endless, and an orange-yellow flame suddenly appeared.

The warm light of the fire reflected his swarthy face, and the old man inhaled with great enjoyment, and beckoned to me again.

"Don't be stunned, quickly take off your clothes, the rain in the mountains is heavy, don't have a fever."

Two branches were erected in front of the entrance to the cave, and our clothes were roasted on the fire.

It was the first time I felt that the firelight could be so warm.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

The old man squatted by the fire, rubbed his hands, tilted his head and asked me.

Just now, I ran all the way, but I didn't know that I was hungry and cold, but now my spirit is no longer tense, and I am indeed sleepy and hungry.

He smiled, turned his head and pulled out a handful of different mushrooms from his back basket.

The mushrooms that were worn on the branches of the trees were fragrant on the fire, but the sizzling sound was enough to make people swoon.

"Why?"

The old man graciously handed me the roasted mushrooms.

I swallowed a few times, "I'm allergic to mushrooms."

"It's really strange, and there are people who are allergic to mushrooms."

He glanced at me, then brought the mushroom to his mouth and took a big gulp, munching on it contentedly.

I'm dying of hunger, but I can't eat it.

At the very beginning, my master told me to abstain from two minds when I go out.

The so-called two hearts are curiosity and greed.

Try not to inquire about things that have nothing to do with you, so as not to cause unnecessary disasters.

Don't eat what strangers give, don't end up ruining your life because of greed.

These two sentences, I always hang on the tip of my heart, and I dare not relax in the slightest.

The old man took one bite after another, and the one he ate was called a fragrant one.

Simply, I couldn't see it, I wasn't upset, I picked up some dry grass from the ground, thought it was a mattress, and lay down directly.

Half-asleep, something shook me.

When I opened my eyes, it was the old man who was picking mushrooms.

"Don't sleep, here's something."

As soon as I heard this, I immediately refreshed myself and quickly stood up against the wall.

"Wow......

The howl of wolves sounded near the entrance of the cave, and I only felt that my hairs stood on end like summer grass.

"Yes, a wolf?"

"Yes."

"Thief's!" The old man scolded angrily and threw my clothes over: "The rain is so heavy that the animals in the mountains don't come out, and they have nothing to eat."

He scrambled into his clothes and scolded, "These brutes must have brought the scent of mushrooms to them."

The roof leak rained early and overnight, and the boat was late and encountered a head wind.

The rain was still falling outside, and I was already trapped in the mountains, and I was going to be chased by wolves again at night.

What's going on!

"Let's go."

The old man carried the bamboo basket on his back and urged impatiently.

I looked at the fire on the ground and hesitated, "Didn't you say that wolves are afraid of fire? Wouldn't it be safer for us to be here?"

"You listen to the voices outside!"

I listened carefully for a long time, but I didn't hear a clue.

"It's three long and one short, right?"

When the old man asked, I felt, "What's the point?"

"It's a wolf whistle, which means it's not just wolves."

I got goosebumps when I said this: "What else?"

"Embarrassment."

I've heard of this thing, wolves are good at fighting, and embarrassment is born with a disability, and they run very slowly, but their brains are very useful.

The so-called embarrassment is a female worker, and that's what they say.

The old man poked his head out of the hole and whispered, "I'll run uphill in a moment."

I suddenly complained bitterly, in such a wet mountain, to run uphill, not to fall to death is considered to be the ancestor of the accumulation of virtue.

"Can't you run down the mountain?"

"The wolf has short forelimbs and struggles to run uphill, if you run down, it can fly out more than three meters in one step, can you run over?"

At this time, the oily green eyes had already arrived in front of me, and I took a cursory look, at least a dozen pairs.

Damn, this is a pack of wolves!

I suddenly thought of a person, the first year of junior high school.

There is no thunder in this cave, and she will not be afraid, as long as she appears, what can ten thousand wolves do?

I touched my chest, and my heart sank.

The pendant is lost!