"I have a sister. I also have a sister named Asika, who is so beautiful that the people in the clan say that my sister is the most beautiful girl in the clan. Did you know that there are two golden flowers in our clan, one is the granddaughter of the old chief, and the other is my sister Asika. Brother Xiao Jian, you haven't seen her yet, if you see her, you will definitely like her. As soon as he mentioned his sister, Amu's face showed a look of pride.

Listening to Amu's words, Xiao Jian felt a burst of slander, and thought to himself: "What are you talking about, your sister is very beautiful, what does it have to do with me? Could it be that I will definitely like it when I see it? Then won't I become a disciple who covets beauty?" But looking at Amu's eyes, it was like a pool of spring water, clear and clear, except for the pride from the bottom of my heart, there was no other impurities at all. It seems that this Amu is pure-hearted, and he didn't think that his words would easily be misunderstood after listening to them, and he was completely crooked just now. In order to alleviate the embarrassment of the scene, Xiao Jian coughed lightly twice and asked, "Is it? Then why haven't you seen her in the past few days?"

"My sister went to my grandmother's house, and my grandmother was sick recently, and my uncle was not at home, so she went to take care of her. ”

"Oh, Amu, can you tell me what kind of place you are here?" Xiao Jian didn't inquire about Asika again, but asked about his biggest concern at the moment. I have been away from the army for many days, and I still have not been able to get in touch with the army, and the most important problem at the moment is to find out where I am and see if I can find a way to contact my troops and comrades.

"We're from the Shenlong tribe here. The adults said that our name is Oolong Mountain, which belongs to the Canglong Mountain Range. Brother Xiao Jian, have you heard of it?"

"Oolong Mountain? Is it the Oolong Mountain in "The Story of the Suppression of Bandits in Oolong Mountain"? Could it be that this is the Xiangxi region of Huaxia Kingdom? That's really good, I'm worried about where I am, but I didn't expect it to be in China, and it's in Xiangxi's Oolong Mountain! Hahaha, that's really good!" When Xiao Jian heard the word "Oolong Mountain", he was immediately so excited that he was incoherent, if he hadn't taken into account that he had just been seriously injured and had not healed, he might have jumped up from his chair. I watched the TV series "The Story of Bandits in Oolong Mountain" when I was a teenager, and I still remember most of the plots clearly. If you really want to talk about the Oolong Mountain in the TV series now, isn't it in Huaxia? Then what are you worried about, as long as you find a way to get out of this mountain after the injury is healed, you can contact the troops.

"Huaxia?Xiangxi?Brother Xiao Jian, what did you just say? Why have I never heard of it?" Amu looked at Xiao Jian beside him, who suddenly became excited, with a puzzled face, his face was full of surprise, his eyes were wide and round, and his mouth was wide open, almost stuffing several eggs into it. He really couldn't understand why the person in front of him was so excited when he heard about "Oolong Mountain". What kind of place is the "Huaxia" and "Xiangxi" he talked about? Why have I never heard of it?

"Yes, 'Xiangxi', I'm talking about our Huaxia Xiangxi! Amu, we are all Huaxia people, you don't even know Huaxia, right?" Xiao Jian's words stopped before he finished speaking. "That's not right, I came out on a mission this time, obviously on the southwest border, and I was obviously injured in the mountains next to the national border, how could it appear in Xiangxi? Could it be that this is another "Oolong Mountain"? But even so, this time is not right, when I came out to carry out the mission, it was obviously just summer, but I could see the scenery in front of me, the leaves on the trees had almost all fallen off, and it was clearly late autumn. Could it be ......" Xiao Jian didn't dare to think about it anymore, it was a terrible situation, although Xiao Jian secretly read that kind of book behind his back from time to time when he was in high school, but it was just to pass the time and seek excitement. I have never regarded the plot described in it as a baseless fiction in a novel, just an incident made up by the author at random in order to attract readers, and I have never believed that there are really things that cannot happen in the world, and there will be a world that is impossible at all. However, if that is really not the case, then how can we explain the time, the place, the language, and the way of life of the people in the tribe in front of us? Although he is a special soldier who has experienced a hundred battles, although he has wandered on the line of life and death built by the rain of bullets and bullets countless times, although he has raised his hand under the national flag countless times and swore that as long as it is for the interests of the country, he is willing to sacrifice everything, even his life, at any time. But now, Xiao Jian really felt scared, he felt creepy, it was a boundless fear from the depths of his soul, there was no end, no return, no relatives. There is no fear of friends. Xiao Jian grabbed his hair vigorously, trying to calm himself down, trying to pull that terrible thought out of his mind, and then stomped under his feet fiercely, crushing him completely, no, it was better to step it into the ground, and never let it come out again! However, at this moment, once this terrible thought appeared in Xiao Jian's mind, it was like a wild grass in the fertile soil, after a spring rain, it had begun to grow wildly without control, no matter how it was pulled, it could no longer be pulled out;

After frantically torturing himself for a while, Xiao Jian, who was out of breath, finally sat down in his chair with a dull and dull eye. But he was still unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope, stared at his blood-red eyes, stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the young man in front of him who was almost frightened by his crazy expression, and asked in an almost roaring voice: "Tell me, what is this place, how long have I been here?"

"You let go, Brother Xiao Jian, you hurt me. This is Wulong Mountain, it is the Shenlong Tribe, it is the Qinglong Mountain Range! You have been here for nine days!" Amu only felt that his shoulders were as if he was being caught by two iron tongs, and he was already grinning in pain. The expression of the big brother in front of him who was about to go crazy almost frightened himself, and for a while he forgot to resist hard, and just shouted in a voice that was almost crying?

Hearing the young man's clear and clear answer, Xiao Jian let go of his hands weakly, and the whole person slumped on the chair as if the body of his soul had been removed. "Crossing", this boring, absurd, ridiculous but terrible fact, turned out to be so real, without warning, without emotion, without any mental preparation, it happened to me. From then on, I will say goodbye to my parents, relatives, classmates, friends, comrades-in-arms, country, no, everything I once had, and I will never be able to return to that familiar barracks, I will not be able to return to that familiar hometown, and I will not be able to return to my familiar bungalow. From then on, I will be alone, standing alone, hanging from each other, living alone and helpless in this unknown world. How ruthless, how impatient, and how cruel and inescapable of this reality is! Although I have read so many time-traveling novels that say how powerful people who travel to other worlds will become, how immortal feats they will build, and how rich they will live, that is the plot of the novel after all. Even if you have everything you say in that novel, how much meaning does it have? What is all this compared to the relatives, friends, comrades-in-arms, homeland, and country you have lost? How can people be ruthless? Everything you once had was something that you were willing to protect with your youth, sweat, and even your life, and now, all this is gone.

The wind is still whining, the water is still flowing silently, and the clouds are still drifting slowly, but they can't understand, can't understand, can't comfort Xiao Jian at this moment!

Time, at this moment, seems to be frozen, passing very slowly, slowly, as if it is a century, as if it is a thousand years. For a long time, for a long time, Xiao Jian slowly raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him who was looking at him in horror, and smiled sadly, his eyes were full of sadness, vicissitudes, and helplessness.

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Looking at Xiao Jian, who was depressed and weak in the chair, as if he had suddenly aged ten years old, Amu was panicked, and his eyes were full of worry, concern, and doubt.

"I'm fine, you can help me in. I'm tired, I want to take a break, I want to be still. Xiao Jian supported his weak body, and it took a lot of effort before he slowly got up from the chair and said in a hoarse and deep voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you in. You must be tired, it's time to rest. Brother Xiao, the way you looked just now scared me. You can't be evil, right?" Amu helped Xiao Jian, walked into the house, and after watching him lie down gently on the bed again, he asked heartily, "Brother Xiao, are you really okay?"

Xiao Jian pulled the quilt on the bed, buried his head in the quilt, and then stretched out his hand and waved at Amu: "I'm really fine, you go and get busy with yours." ”

At this moment, Xiao Jian didn't want to do anything, didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to say anything, just wanted to just cover the quilt and sleep deeply, even if he never woke up again.

It would be great if we could have a dream now! Because only then can I return to my motherland, to my hometown, to my barracks, to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, to touch the mountains and rivers of my hometown, to snuggle up to my parents and relatives, and to embrace my brothers and comrades-in-arms.

However, can you really fall asleep so quickly? Can you really meet everything you want to meet in that sleep? Even if you have a dream, you will always wake up! Where did you wake up from a dream in the Ming Dynasty? On the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon! As soon as you say goodbye to the years, you will have a thousand kinds of styles, and who will you talk to? From now on, I am afraid that I will be the only one who will know the taste of solitary sleep.