What is the most important thing for a person? For thousands of years, the benevolent and the wise have given countless elegant, vulgar or moderate answers such as freedom, money, and knowledge. It doesn't matter if these answers are right or wrong, but for the vast majority of answers, they have one premise, and that is to live.

When midsummer comes, it is often the season when the rainy season is frequent, and the abundant rain moistens the land and sows hope for the autumn harvest.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and from time to time there were bursts of "rumbling" thunder. Like the drums of war before a battle, it heralds the coming of a storm.

Although the sun that is about to set cannot penetrate the shackles of dark clouds, the shadows of the mountains can still be seen in the hazy light.

The mountain trails are rugged and unrecognizable, and the impending wind and rain mean that even the most experienced old mountaineers are reluctant to set foot here at this time.

However, at this time, on the mountain road, a young body was struggling to move forward.

At a cursory glance, his body was only about five feet tall, and the cuffs and trousers of a coarse and light blue shirt had a few more damages at some point. His face should have been white, but the mud in the mountains had turned into specks that had obscured his handsome face.

Raising his head, above his childish face, a pair of smart eyes stared closely at the end of the distant mountain road. Vague houses, vague cooking smoke, where there are people, where there are people, there is hope!

Slender fingers grasped a broken branch and laboriously flicked it to the side of the trail. The boy didn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat from the bridge of his tall nose, and now he just wanted to rush to the distant house as fast as he could.

The sound of "cooing" in the stomach from time to time, as well as the lips that were originally ruddy, but have become a little purple at this time, undoubtedly indicate the state of the teenager.

"Smack!"

The first drop of rain in the sky and the sound of the leaves crashing into the trees appeared in the silent woods, and after breaking the rare calm, it brought the boy a kind of fear of the rainstorm.

Running, if a person runs hungry, it must be quite a bad taste. However, if he didn't want to be drenched in the rain hungry, the boy needed to squeeze the last bit of strength out of his body.

The mountain path was full of branches and all kinds of shrubs and weeds, and from time to time it streaked through the young man's rushing limbs. Blood stains continued to appear, and more and more dense rain hit the boy's body and hit the mountain path.

It was muddy, and after a while, one foot stepped on a puddle that had just been formed. As if a boat flew out along the waves in an instant, the young man's body finally became unstable and lost his balance. Then, a human-shaped rolling gourd rolled out along the mountain road.

I don't know how many bushes and grasses I have run over, I don't know how many trees and bluestones have changed direction, when the boy only has a groggy darkness and numb pain in his mind, it seems that the endless mountain path has finally been rolled to the end by the boy.

The pouring rain and the mud in the mountains turned the boy into a clay figure, struggling to raise his head in pain that seemed to have broken all around him. The rows of houses are staggered, seemingly chaotic but orderly, facing behind their own archway, and now it is not a small village.

High thresholds, tight wooden doors, cold rain and devouring darkness outside, warm hearth fire and leisurely light inside. For the vast majority of people, what they yearn for is naturally the world inside the door.

However, for the teenager, he is just trying his best to exchange himself for a glimmer of hope, the hope of life.

The wooden gate had a crisp sound when it was clasped up, and it seemed a little small and out of place in the sound of rain like splashing water.

The door didn't open, although the boy could feel that there was someone behind the door, and there was also an eye in the gap. The boy didn't argue, didn't speak, didn't even make any extra movements, he just turned around silently, dragged himself slowly towards the next room.

Hunger, cold, wounds, everything was eating away at the last of the boy's strength.

Again and again the door is slammed and it is not opened, and the next one is slammed again and again and it is not opened......

The small wooden door is like a high mountain on the road of a young man's life, and it seems so unattainable.

"Is my consciousness getting more and more blurred? Could it be that I, Jiang Feng, have just crossed over, and I am going to die so tragically?" thought to the young man's heart.

Jiang Feng is not from this world, a day ago, he was still a promising young man walking through the bustling city. Xu is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, in short, when he woke up, he had become a five-foot child in the mountains and forests.

In the deep mountains, there are not only beautiful mountain views, but also endless dangers. Intoxicated by the shock of the crossing, Jiang Feng, who had not yet come back to his senses, quickly pulled up his legs and ran wildly in a panic, the reason was very simple, he saw a bear blind man on the opposite hill from a distance running in his direction.

The potential of people at a crisis is unimaginable, and Jiang Feng's immature body still allows him to get rid of the fate of becoming a black bear meal.

However, this sudden rainstorm seemed to be about to extinguish the flickering fire of life in him.

"Squeak......

With a continuous squeak, the door finally opened, although Jiang Feng's vision was blurred at this time. I only had time to say laboriously: "Eat, eat......"

Soon, a tempting scent suddenly came.

It was a wooden bowl with a wide mouth and a thick bottom, and a dull color. Inside is a bowl of porridge, a bowl of porridge that is very thick. The boiled and tumbling beans burst open the skin of the garment, mixed with the rotten rice, and emitted a tempting fragrance.

Jiang Feng raised his head with great difficulty, although it was just a simple action, for him at this time, it seemed to be a thousand difficulties.

It was the same childish face, white and red, slightly baby fat. A pair of eyes that seemed to be pregnant with starlight swept over the river wind, and the cherry red mouth under Qiong's nose opened and said in a panic: "You eat quietly, don't let my father and mother know, they took my brother from Qingshui City and just came back." ”

There is no doubt that this is a kind little girl. In Jiang Feng's heart, there is nothing in this world that can compare with the value of this bowl of porridge.

"Thank you!"

Jiang Feng could only think of these two words at this time, and in many cases, the simplest also represents the most true and profound.

The sound of chopsticks plucking was dense and compact, and the hot porridge ran down his throat into Jiang Feng's stomach. The heat penetrated his body, and he regained his strength, licked the last remaining grains of rice in the wooden bowl, and Jiang Feng returned the bowl and chopsticks to the little girl.

"Thank you, my name is Jiang Feng, what's your name?" Jiang Feng asked the little girl who was about to turn around and go back.

"My name is Dong Bai, I went back first, and when my father and mother found out, I was miserable!" Dong Bai left a bright smile, and then the whole person turned into the wooden door, and slowly closed the wooden door.

The heavy rain in the rainy season comes and goes quickly, and the rain outside has stopped as you speak.

The sky was still dark, but Jiang Feng's heart was already full of light. He wiped his mouth, looked deeply, and strode out confidently.