Following the guidance of the fragrance, Jiang Jiutian came to a small mountain recess.

The reason why this place is called a mountain recess is because there is a rock wall above here, the rock wall is only two feet wide and only two feet wide, and the ground is next to the rugged path in the direction from which Jiang Jiutian came, and its height is only half an adult high, it is really not even a small cave, and it can only be called a mountain recess. If someone tries to shelter from the rain in this recess when it rains, the eaves used as shelter by the rock wall above will probably only help protect most of the body, and there will always be wind and rain sweeping on the body.

The mountain recess was almost as bare as the gravel field where Jiang Jiutian woke up, except for a single flower and fruit. It is said to be a flower and fruit, not a flower or a fruit, because the most striking thing about this plant in front of me is that there are two palms holding such a big red flower, the petals are overlapping, trembling slightly, delicate and moving, and it is very beautiful. However, in the center of this flower, there was no stamen, but instead a golden fruit the size of a child's fist, the golden fruit was so smooth and full that it even cracked a small opening, vaguely revealing a little golden-red flesh, which was completely ripe. The fruit is ripe, but the petals have not withered, which is also strange. What is even stranger is that there seem to be no leaves, no other branching buds, and a lone, thin-looking stem holds up the flowers and fruits on it, making people worry that the thin stem will be crushed at any moment.

If we insist that this flower and fruit have leaves, it can only refer to the three brown pieces that stretch out at the lowest end of its stem against the ground, which are not round, nor oval, nor pointed, but twisted and twisted in an irregular shape, half of which is round and smooth, and half of the edge is jagged and a little fluffy.

The fragrance stopped when it reached this small alcove, and it seemed that only this strange plant in this bare alve was the most likely source of the fragrance, although Jiang Jiutian couldn't tell whether the fragrance came from the flowers or fruits of the strange plant, or the stems and brown patches.

Hunger made Jiang Jiutian not bother to consider whether there was anything wrong with this strange plant, or if it was actually very inappropriate, he reached out and grabbed the golden fruit, just wanting to fill his stomach first.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have much strength to grab this time, so he directly grabbed the whole plant. The back of the three brown patches on the ground originally had some white short whiskers, but the short whiskers didn't seem to penetrate or absorb the sand, and they directly broke away from the ground with Jiang Jiutian's grasp.

Jiang Jiutian didn't care about the golden fruit in his mouth, the fruit melted in his mouth, cool and moist, sweet and delicious, did not stay on the tip of Jiang Jiutian's tongue, instantly flowed into his throat, injected into his abdomen, and a warm current spread, and his whole person suddenly felt a little more energetic.

Jiang Jiutian looked at the bright red and delicate petals, smashed the flowers with his spicy hands, and pulled off the petals and stuffed them all into his mouth, but he didn't expect that the petals were also delicious and delicious. He couldn't finish eating the petals, and he ate the stem, the brown patches, and the short white whiskers.

An irrepressible sleepiness hit, Jiang Jiutian curled up in the mountain recess, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally closed completely, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell asleep.

There are no traces of birds and beasts in this small hill, no moths, no insects, quiet, except for the surrounding forests, it seems that only Jiang Jiutian is a living creature here at this moment.

Jiang Jiutian's consciousness was drowsy, his body was cold and hot, painful and itchy, sour and numb. He seemed to be dreaming, but he couldn't make out what was in the dream, like a bubble of disillusionment, like a deep swamp. It was as if an infinite fog had overwhelmed him, or an infinite wave of water had overwhelmed him, and he was suffocating, and he struggled, but in vain. He gradually fell into a deep despair, wanting to give up, but after all, he was unwilling, not blind, not compromising, and not retreating. He struggled to break free, desperately upward, every time he exhausted himself, and every time he squeezed out a little more strength, and then moved forward.

He finally saw a ray of light.

Jiang Jiutian woke up. Refreshed. He didn't remember any dreams he had, he didn't even remember the fact that he had dreamed himself. He didn't know why he had fallen asleep all of a sudden, or how long he had been asleep. The sun shone on the rock wall, and part of it spilled into the hollow of the hill, drying his feet.

He stood up against the rock wall, and was surprised to find that his bones, his waist, and the small wounds on his body seemed to be all healed after this sleep, and his body was very light. Maybe that strange plant happened to be some kind of herb that had a miraculous effect on external injuries.

This is really too lucky, even if he still doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know anything, he can't hide the good mood brought by this luck, his mood is as light as his body, and his spontaneous joy overflows from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Jiutian walked back along the path he had come, although after so many twists and turns, he was not confident that he would be able to return to the original downhill road smoothly, but he was not worried, not in a hurry. Anyway, he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know anything anyway, what is there to worry about, what is there to be anxious about? Even if he takes a detour, he should be able to go back to the original way, and even if he can't go back, it doesn't matter, there should be another way. Even if you don't find any other way, it doesn't matter, just keep walking and meet people and ask. Even if you can't touch anyone all the time...... How could he not meet people? He didn't always jump out of a stone, he should always have a home, he should always have someone he knew, he should always have a bunch of people he didn't know very well but knew that there were, he didn't come to the mountain out of thin air, he should always have some reason, the reason why he went up the mountain or at least the fact that he went up the mountain, someone should know, there may be some people looking for him at this moment - although Jiang Jiutian doesn't know who knows, who might be looking for him.

Jiang Jiutian walked all the way and told himself: he was not worried, he was not in a hurry, he was not at a loss.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, the height is very uneven, the gravel and dead branches block the way from time to time, and some small insects are also a little annoying. However, the dappled sunlight sprinkled with the shade, the chirping of birds near and far, the variegated wildflowers swaying in various corners, and the moss on the old trees are still very refreshing.

Halfway through a shallow stream, he washed his face, looked for a corner of the calm puddle and the shimmering darkness, leaned down, and carefully examined himself from the water.

This body is still relatively young, the scattered hair was grabbed by him and pinned crookedly with a small wooden stick to prevent it from falling, a little funny, the eyebrows on the childish little face are slightly wrinkled, the eyebrows are a little heroic, but the eyes are bright and moist like a docile deer, even if they are staring at the moment, there is no sense of threat, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the mouth is tight and thin at the top and thick at the bottom.

Jiang Jiutian tried to stretch his facial features and make a calm and serious expression to himself in the water, but he didn't succeed, and that expression didn't match his childish outline at all.

But he's sure and sure that while he doesn't know who he is yet, he'll soon know, and he'll know where he belongs.