Ye Mingke pushed aside the tree and saw the girl.

His feeling was not wrong, it was indeed a girl's voice.

"What's wrong with you?" Minke walked over to Qiaoqiao, who was holding his knees and crying quietly, and squatted down, and found that the paper figure that had been clean not long ago had now become sloppy and sloppy like a dirty rag doll in the blink of an eye.

Bai Qiaoqiao raised her head, there were still a few tender yellow leaves in her black hair, a small face was dirty, with a few black marks horizontally and vertically, her eyes were still hazy, but this time it was not fog, but tears.

"I can't finish the school entrance exam. My foot hurts. I don't know the way. Her voice was hoarse and choked, "I've never been to the mountains. I can't climb this mountain. ”

"Don't be afraid, don't cry, my Aunt Long said that girls will become ugly if they cry too much. ”

Minke approached her, gently wiped the tears and black marks from her face, grinned at her and stood up with a grin, stretched out his hand to her, and said.

"Get up. ”

Bai Qiaoqiao raised his head to look at the boy's clean and bright eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand. Ye Mingke held her hand and pulled her to stand up, then squatted down by himself, and gently touched the girl's right foot, which was obviously just stepping on it, and Qiaoqiao's right foot trembled with a little fear and pain.

"Did you fall off the mountain?" asked Minke, a little distressed.

"Hmm. Jojo nodded.

"I think it's a bit of a, so it's best not to walk for a while. Ye Mingke stood up, clapped his hands, and then turned around and bent over with his back to Bai Qiaoqiao.

"Come on, I'll carry you. Ye Mingke's voice was very brisk.

Bai Qiaoqiao tilted his head a little dumbly and looked at the boy, thinking about something and generally didn't speak.

"Don't worry I can't carry it, I can carry wood that is many times heavier than yours. Haha, don't you believe it?" Ye Mingke said with a smile.

"I believe it. Jojo said softly, "I've seen you carry wood many, many times. ”

Mingke didn't know that he had been a miracle in the eyes of a girl since a long, long time ago.

The girl, who was sick at home all the year round because of her weak body, watched a boy as thin and thin as herself, walking past her window again and again in the twilight, in the morning light, carrying a wood like a hill on her back.

Girls can't help but wonder how there can be such a thin but powerful boy, how can such a hard boy have such a clean and bright smile.

There was something in him that she longed for but lacked.

She gently lay on the boy's thin, thin back. Minke carried her with some caution.

She's light. Minke smiled. Compared to the wood he usually carries, she is really light like a paper man, or like a rag doll, or ...... Like a dream. Ming Ke thought about what the girl said to Qingxi when he first saw it and the girl's eyes that were forever hazy, and the smile on his face suddenly faded, and he suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

He tightened the legs of the girl behind him to dispel the strange sensation that suddenly came over him.

The mountain road was too rugged, and it was very difficult to carry Mingke, who had Qiaoqiao on his back without the assistance of his hands. So he found a vine and tied himself and Jojo firmly together, freeing his hands.

After freeing his hands, Ye Mingke seems to have become a flexible ape living in the mountains and forests, even in the foggy mountains and forests, he can still accurately use all the points of focus that can be used, sometimes swinging up the hillside with the help of tree vines, sometimes running down the soil slope quickly, stepping on the stones that can be discharged in the grass in a thousand moments, climbing and leaping forward in the dense forest that seems to have no road.

Jojo lay behind him, looking in amazement at the scenery passing by him, his eyes that had been misty wide open.

Was this his world? As she lay in her medicinal-scented hut, she looked out the window at the boy returning from chopping wood and imagined the life he lived. It should be an amazing life full of energy and sunshine.

It is indeed a very magical life, Qiao Qiao lay on Ming Ke's back and tilted his head and thought, it is indeed a very magical boy.

Minco paused for the third time. He opened his mouth half-open, and breathed hard and rhythmically together.

He was a little tired, but perhaps because of the eggs added to his breakfast, or perhaps because he was carrying his new friend on his back, he didn't feel as tired as usual, and he didn't need to stop.

The reason why he stopped was that the fog in the mountain forest was thicker, and the trees that were originally only a few dozen meters away could not be seen clearly, but now except for a few trees that were very close to him, the rest were drowned in the vast sea of fog.

Bai Qiaoqiao came back from his thoughts because of Ming Ke's pause, and only then did he notice that the fog around him was already so thick, and Lin Zi didn't know when it became very quiet. No, it's not quiet. Bai Qiaoqiao listened carefully to the sounds in the forest, but found that the forest that had been thought to be quiet sounded in all directions with the uneasy sound of rustling.

"Minko. Jojo called Minke's name for the first time, and her voice was worried and implied with fear.

Ye Mingke also heard unsettling voices in all directions.

He was also scared. The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.

"Don't be afraid, it's the wind. ”

But he said briskly to the girl with a disguised smile.

"It turned out to be the wind. Jojo repeated his words softly on his back. She was still scared, but she didn't want to pass on her fear to the boy who was already struggling so hard.

But is that really the wind?

The fog was still thickening, and the strange sounds in all directions were getting louder and louder as the churning fog got closer and closer.

Ye Mingke wanted to speed up and escape from this place, but his severely restricted vision greatly limited his speed.

Is that really the rumor?

They did not feel the flow of the wind.

And those voices reminded Ye Mingke of a time when he was resting in the mountains and accidentally fell asleep, feeling a slight chill in his neck in a daze, and there was a light sound of "hissing" in his ears.

He felt that his dream was disturbed, and he muttered that he subconsciously grabbed something around his neck and threw it out. After throwing it out, he suddenly realized something and woke up, and sure enough, he saw a poisonous snake that he threw out not far away, looking straight at him.

That experience left a great psychological shadow on Ye Mingke, so that he never dared to doze in the forest again.

And now the forest is full of the kind of "hissing" sound he remembers......

Bai Qiaoqiao was lying on Mingke's back, and she could clearly hear his heavy breathing and the drumming heartbeat in his thin chest, and even she could feel his body trembling all the time.

He was scared too. Bai Qiaoqiao raised her slender white right hand, looked at it carefully, her hands were also trembling violently, if it was herself, would she be so frightened that she couldn't go on?

But even though the boy in front of him was so frightened, his breathing was always so regular and rhythmic, and his steps were still so steady.

Yes, Ye Mingke is also afraid. He was also afraid of pain, of hunger, of the dark, of being disgusted and called a monster.

He was still such a small child, but because of his strange disease, he was born so different from others, and he had to endure so much pain and fear. He had also given up chopping wood because of the pain and fear, and curled up in the corner of the hut and wept all night.

And Uncle Jian didn't comfort him softly, and even Aunt Long, who had always loved him, didn't allow her to approach.

He just sat in his wheelchair, holding the hammer in front of the red-burning oven in front of the red-hot oven that he had left to beat the iron all night.

"Which one is you?" he asked in the monotonous and silent sound of striking iron, "which one is you?"

"Are you the one who wants to live a good life without getting sick, or are you the one who is afraid of exertion and afraid of snakes?"

"Are you in the eyes of those who love you, or are you in the eyes of those who hate you?"

Ye Mingke has never understood Uncle Jian. He loved the man with whom he had lived all the current hours of his life under one roof, but sometimes he hated his cruelty as well.

He never treated him like a child. He doesn't lie to him, he doesn't force him, he doesn't encourage him, he just tells him a little indifferently when his fate knocks on the door, when he has no other way to go, and tells him a little indifferently where the only way he is.

Ye Mingke once thought that he would definitely not be able to go down that road. But the amazing thing is that he actually grew up year after year.

He learned patience in the fight against hunger. He gained courage and strength and agility far beyond his age in the savage jungle, and in the loneliness of being far away from his peers, he recalled Uncle Jian's words again and again, and told himself over and over again what he wanted, which one was the real self?

So this nameless town has one more childlike with the brightest eyes and the cleanest smile on his back.

Minke took deep breaths again and again. Everything was fake, he told himself over and over again, it must be all fake.

But the sounds around him were getting clearer and clearer, and Ming Ke could even sketch in his mind the trajectory of the fallen leaves crawling through the snakes in the fog according to the sounds, and he couldn't stop himself from subconsciously thinking if the woods that were completely obscured by the fog just a few steps away were already crawling with the creatures he feared most.

It must be fake, I've never seen so many things like that in this forest, right? Just don't be afraid, just don't be afraid. And...... What would she do if I was too scared to go on?

The girl's hand on his back unconsciously clutched the clothes behind his back, but she wasn't scared to cry, although her hands were shaking violently as she clutched his clothes.

She's trying to be brave, too. Ye Mingke shook his sweaty palm, grabbed the mountain grass in front of him, and tried to climb up step by step.