Speaking of the last time I mentioned that Sister Rouge and I in order to avoid sun exposure, we chose to set off at night, the night of the forest is exceptionally quiet, we feel the cool breeze, completely free of the heat of the day, Sister Rouge's silver bell-like laughter can be worn far at night, as if the whole forest is occupied by her laughter, and this occupation, and not the kind of overlord type of all possession, is a kind of dragonfly dotted water type of plausibility and none, seems to be real and illusory, seems to be divided and combined, seems to be intermittent, seems to be more and less, It is a wonderful state that cannot be described in words.

The meadow at night is also unique.

When you come out of the forest, you suddenly feel that the world has become bigger, all of a sudden, very, very big, so big that you can't get used to it, the feeling that you are used to living in a small house and moving into a building all at once, and the feeling that you can never get back when you breathe out of your body.

But we love the environment.

Even if we close our eyes, we don't have to worry about hitting something, as long as we raise our heads, we will see the infinite sky, countless stars, watch the moon travel to the west little by little, watch the eastern sky turn white little by little, and see the clouds in the western sky dyed red one by one.

The wind can blow directly on your body, the moonlight can shine on your body completely, no one can deduct such a small point from it, if when walking in the forest, you feel that you own the whole forest, then walking on the grass, will make you feel as if you have the whole world.

Sister Rouge kept telling me about the recent events in the forest, and I knew that she was trying to dispel the fear in her heart, because there were only the two of us walking in the huge meadow, and we seemed so small and lonely.

I also told her the stories I knew, she listened very carefully, and from time to time interrupted me to ask this and that, if it was usual, I would tell him some stories of fear, I like to see her kind of fear, sometimes she is afraid to lean on me, I enjoy this feeling, she should also enjoy it, because she often pesters me to tell those stories of fear, and even asks me to retell the stories I once told her, her fear is also exaggerated, at this time she will completely let go of her nobility and reserve, as if more nervous than the sky falls, curled up and leaned on top of me, I can feel her body trembling。

I suspected that she was a pig, because as soon as her fearful feelings were over, she pestered me again. But I never tell repetitive stories, I don't have many ready-made stories in my stomach, but when they come out of my mouth, they become stories. I used to compare poets to spiders, but poets don't actually have poetry in their stomachs, just like spiders are just some liquid that can form silk, and when they come out, they become silk. Some dinosaurs say that my mouth is a 3D printer, and I can produce whatever I want, I don't know what he means, but I know that my mouth can only produce some intangible things, tangible things, except for spitting, I can't do anything else.

Because we were talking in our mouths, thinking in our hearts, and enjoying our whole body, we didn't feel how long the journey was, and our feet didn't feel any pain, and in an instant, Rouge Mountain was in front of us.

The mountains here are not very high, not the kind of lofty mountains and thousands of walls, nor the kind of undulating and endless, but two lonely mountains, standing there like two Ru houses. It should be noted that we dinosaurs do not have a house, and from the day we crawl out of the eggshell, we can directly eat fruits or eat grass and leaves. However, some animals have, I have seen with my own eyes, those little ones sucking with ** forgetfulness, that feeling must be very wonderful.

There are many amazing legends about Rouge Mountain, but I don't have time to tell you about it right now, so we need to hurry up and find the rouge that can be harvested to ensure that we can return with a full load when the sun just comes out.

In fact, it is not very easy to collect rouge, because the rouge mountain is not all made of rouge, but more ordinary rocks, and from the bare rocks, the rouge is distributed at different heights of the mountain like several narrow bands.

We don't have the tools to open the mountain, and we don't have explosives.

But we have the means.

One is to pick up, due to the erosion of nature's wind and rain, some rocks will peel off from the mountain, and the same is true for rouge, which will also peel off some, especially after heavy rain, there may be a large rouge washed down.

However, you'd better not have more illusions, just like going to the sea to try to pick up a big pearl is unrealistic, good things will not be so easy to get, you must have picked up a big pearl, but by no means you who have to pick up a pearl from the sea.

It depends on luck, but the most unreliable thing in the world is luck.

The second is to knock, first find the vein, this is not difficult to find, this can be seen, because it is exposed outside, we will find a hard stone, look for the place where the vein part protrudes, knock hard, it doesn't take a few clicks, a piece of rouge will fall off, you know, our red-haired dinosaur is very strong. But it was not easy to find the protruding points of the ore veins, because when we were beating these ores, some of the ores actually fell close to the mountain, bare and without uneven levels.

We're not afraid of that.

Because what we have is strength.

We would find a larger, pointy stone and smash it hard at the vein, and in a few moments, the large and small ores would peel off from the mountain, and then we would pick up the rouge and put it in a pre-prepared container, and when the sun was already out, we would quickly pack our bags and go home.

You may be asking again, don't we know how to make tools? Where do we get the container? Don't worry about this, we grind a hole in the leftover coconut husk, which is a good container, but although the coconut shell is strong, it is too difficult to grind, and it is not easy to take out, so we generally choose the gourd, the gourd is light and thin, easy to make, and easy to use, these things we usually collect, for the collection of rouge when the container is used.

We generally don't stop to eat and drink in the mines and meadows, because the sun rises quickly, and the blazing sun is something we can't bear, but fortunately, the sunscreen clothing made by Sister Rouge can block part of the sun's exposure, but the heat still passes through the banana leaves and scorches the body, we must do our best to get out of here, go back to the forest, only the forest is our shelter, I think, if we can't leave here soon, it is likely to be roasted by the sun called Hualong.

Back in the forest, we will unload all the weight on our bodies, pry the coconut open, and enjoy the delicious coconut water, and suddenly feel indescribably cool and happy.

We would eat all the fruit we had with us, and we would have nothing left, except for the heavy gourds.

Each gourd can be exchanged for dozens or hundreds of times more fruit than these we eat.