The morning sun of late autumn slowly rises from the eastern hills, like a warm mother, sprinkling the radiance of love to the earth without reservation.

It is a low, slightly dilapidated log cabin surrounded by dense towering trees. In the gusts of autumn wind, except for a few evergreen trees that still stubbornly wore their thick green clothes, the leaves of the other trees had already fallen cleanly, and only those bare branches, like the withered hands of old men, stretched straight into the sky.

"Grandma, why hasn't that person in the room woken up yet?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy greeted the middle-aged woman who came in from the outside, and asked loudly.

"Shhhh The boy's grandmother put her hand to her lips, made a silent motion, and replied softly.

This is a middle-aged woman of medium stature in her mid-40s. The tall figure can't see the vicissitudes of time at all, and although the slender fingers are not as white and tender as the usual ladies, they are not as thick calluses as ordinary peasant women. She must have returned from the field by this time, and her feet were still covered with wet mud from some kind of leather.

"Grandma, it's been three or four days, when will that man wake up? Now when I think of the bloody way he was when he was rescued by you and Abba, I feel scared, and besides, he is wearing completely different clothes from the people we have here, could he be a bad person?"

"Don't be afraid, kid. He's so strong, he's not dead from so many injuries, and now that we're in care and on medicine, he'll be fine. The woman put down what she was holding, turned around, and looked at her son lovingly, while whispering comfortingly.

"Three days ago, your Abba and I were chasing a wounded saber-toothed demon wolf through a cave in the woods. The wolf ran into the cave, and as we were about to catch up, we found a man covered in blood on the grass at the entrance of the cave - the one lying on the bed. At that time he was seriously injured and was already in a coma. I consulted with your Abba, and decided to save him first, he was so badly injured at the time, if we didn't save him, he would definitely be eaten by the wild beasts of the mountains. When the woman said this, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked the child's hair, and then said, "Amu, you have to remember that when you can help others, try to reach out and help others." As a member of the dragon clan, we must be kind to others, we help others, although we may not be able to get rewards, and even some people will take revenge, but you must believe that good people will be rewarded after all, do you remember. ”

"Well, I remember, Grandma. The boy nodded. After all, he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and the people who get along with him all day long, except for his own father, aunt and sister, are the clansmen of the tribe. These people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and they hardly interact with outsiders. In his heart, the so-called villains may only be the fierce beasts in the mountains and the people of the Flame Tribe, who are the enemies of the old people in the tribe. Because in the past ten years, he has never left this village, nor has he ever walked out of this mountain. He didn't know the storms of the outside world, nor did he know the sinister hearts of the world, and his pure heart was like a blank sheet of paper that had not been stained with any stains.

Although the voices of the mother and son at the door were already very low, they still woke up the man lying on the bed in the room. This is a man of twenty-three or fourteen years of age, with a thin face with sharp and angular faces, and a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, although he seems very tired because he has just been seriously injured, he can still sense the alertness and decisiveness hidden in the depths between opening and closing.

"Am I alive?" the man seemed to be in disbelief, and bit the tip of his tongue hard, it hurt, it was indeed a real pain. The man finally believed in his own existence, that he was still alive, that he was not dead! The man lay quietly and slowly gathered the strength of his body, and after a long time, the man finally opened his eyes again with great difficulty, and began to look around.

It was a simple wooden house, no electric lights, no television, not even a piece of furniture he had ever seen in his daily life, there was a wooden frame about two meters high on the corner against the wall opposite the room, and some very strange-looking items were placed on the wooden shelf, and next to the shelf hung a weapon made of unknown materials, a bit like an ancient long sword, but there was a hook at the top of the long sword. He turned his gaze again to the table at the head of the bed, which was made of large strips of stone, on which were placed several vessels resembling kimchi jars, and above the table was a window, the pages of which were divided into many small compartments, but not a single piece of glass, which had been pushed out by the others, and when he looked out of the window, he could see a dense cluster of tall trees, the branches were bare, and not a single leaf could be seen.

"Is it autumn? I was in the summer when I was injured, so I have been in a coma for so long? But what kind of place is this? Judging from the furnishings in this room, it doesn't look like the countryside at all. Could it be that I was rescued by someone from a local tribe that had not yet been discovered? However, I had never heard of a primitive tribe in the information provided by my previous department. Besides, even if he was saved by the local primitive tribe, it was not right, judging from the trees outside the window, this was at least the late autumn season, if he had really been in a coma for so long, then his wounds should have already healed, but those wounds were clearly still there, although they didn't hurt so much, but the bandages wrapped around them did not decrease anywhere. What the hell is going on?" Looking at the completely unfamiliar world in front of him, Xiao Jian's mind was completely clouded all of a sudden, he couldn't figure out what was going on on his body, he only remembered that he was a special soldier from the Southwest Military Region of China, and he and his team were ambushed by the enemy when they were on a mission, and their comrades-in-arms fell one after another in the enemy's artillery fire, and he was also shot several times, and at the moment when his body fell to the ground, a dazzling bright light suddenly flashed in the sky, and then his mind was blank, and he was no longer conscious. Now after waking up, how did you end up in this inexplicable and wonderful place?

As a former special combat member, being in a completely unfamiliar place naturally began to become cautious. 萧剑看了看四周，强撑着身体，试图从床上下来，可是双手刚一用力，一阵剧痛便从胳膊上传来，不由得“哎哟“一声，刚刚撑起一点点的身子又重重地跌回到床上，发出声低沉闷响的同时又牵动了胸部的伤口，这钻心的疼痛，让他不由得呲呀咧嘴，倒抽凉气。

"Are you awake?" the noise in the room woke the mother and son who were standing in the doorway. When the woman saw that the man lying on the bed had woken up, her face was full of surprise, she walked quickly to the side of the bed, leaned over, and asked softly. The young man who followed behind him also leaned his head to the side of the bed, and his face was also very happy and very concerned.

Looking at the two people in front of him with excited and excited faces, Xiao Jian's hanging heart finally relaxed a little. But he immediately felt a little strange, this woman's language he had never heard before! Could it be that he had come to a minority group or some primitive tribe outside the country? The mother and son in front of him were somewhat similar to the Chinese, but they had a bit of a Westerner taste, could it be that they were of mixed race? But he had never seen this outfit. As a special forces soldier in China, and he is the best kind, I don't know how many times he has carried out missions abroad. Whether it is in Europe, or in Africa, or even in North and South America, Oceania, I have my own footprints, I have mastered the common languages of five or six countries, and I have different degrees of understanding of the customs and customs of various places.

"Thank you!" Looking at the caring and kind eyes of the mother and son in front of him, out of gratitude, Xiao Jian said. He speaks Mandarin in Chinese. After decades of development, with the improvement of economic level and the progress of science and technology, Huaxia's international status is getting higher and higher, and its influence in the world is getting bigger and bigger.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was wrong, because the mother and son in front of him were full of astonishment, and their expressions were unclear, telling him very clearly that they did not understand what he was saying.

Thank you!“ Xiao Jian smiled awkwardly and greeted them in English. English is currently the most common language, and I use the simplest sentences in English, even if I have never learned English, many people can understand the meaning of this sentence. "They should understand this time, right?" Xiao Jian thought to himself.

However, Xiao Jian still thought too simply, because the eyes of the mother and son in front of him were wider. Apparently they didn't understand this time.

“ Marci!“ Xiao Jian switched to French this time, but the result was still the same, and the mother and son were still at a loss.

“ Gracious!“

“ Gracie!“

“Brigadier！”

“......”

Xiao Jian used all the seeds he could think of, but except for the increasingly confused eyes and stunned expressions of the mother and son, Xiao Jian did not get any verbal answer from the mother and son. In desperation, Xiao Jian could only sigh, shook his head with a smile, and nodded again. The communication between people still depends on language many times, the two sides do not understand the language, and there are still injuries on his hands, and he can barely move, Xiao Jian really can't figure out any other way to fully express his meaning.