Daomu Biji

The stone was relatively dry. I put Aning's body down. Several people were exhausted and sat down to rest.

I took off my clothes and spread them on the stones to dry. The fat man wanted to start a smoke-free stove, but I could n’t find any one after turning over my luggage. It seemed that I lost my light during the chaos last night. The lamp wool on the table was okay. Unexpectedly, the swamp here turned out to be salt water. It seems that the water system of the large salt marsh nearby is connected. Fortunately, the rainwater was washed down from the canyon, and there is basically no taste in the mouth. Otherwise, we may even have problems drinking water. I first put a few sterilized tablets and cooked some tea. Then rinse your body with water.

I was soaked in water for a whole night, the skin on my body was wrinkled, the shoes were taken off, the feet were all soaked in white, and the skin fell off as soon as I buckled. A little thing like a leech sucked on his feet and burned to death with a dagger. When I picked it up and saw it, I couldn't see any insects.

However, if there is salt water in the swamp, the number of insects should be relatively small, at least there is no chance of salt water frogs, which is good news for us to enter the depths of the swamp.

Pan Zi handed me his cigarette and said it was soil smoke. He asked Tashi when he was separated, and could be timid. In this damp method, people will soak in a week, and take a few mouthfuls, so as not to get old and not to go.

I took it and smoked it, the cigarette was wrapped in a plastic bag, but after such a toss last night, it was also damp, and I took a few choking breaths, and the tears were flowing, but I did feel it, I did n’t know it was physiological It's still psychological, it makes me feel awake a lot, and the fatigue is not so obvious.

The fat man also asked him for it, and Pan Zi pinched him half. He lighted up a few bites and disappeared, and asked Pan Zi to stop giving. At this time we saw the dull oil bottle silent, looking at the swamp on the side thoughtfully, Pan Zi probably felt less embarrassed about him, and he handed him half of it. I thought he wouldn't take it. I didn't expect him to take it, but I didn't order it, but put it in my mouth and chewed it.

"I depend, brother, don't spoil if you don't smoke." The fat man protested. "This thing is not for eating."

"You know a fart, eating tobacco is more vigorous than smoking. In Yunnan and Myanmar, people chew more." Pan Zidao, but he was also confused and looked at the oil bottle: "But you don't look like a brother. Smoke gun? How do you know chewing tobacco leaves? Have you run across the ship? "

Boiling oil bottle shook his head, chewed a few bites, spit tobacco on his hand and smeared the wound on the palm of his hand. I glanced at it, and I saw that the skin of his palms turned white, although there was no bleeding, but obviously the high temperature here also made the wound difficult to heal. After the application, he looked at Pan Zi, with a suspicion and distrust. Staring at him, but he still didn't show anything, turned his head to look at the swamp on the side, and ignored us.

We are also used to this situation, and the stuffy oil bottle seems to be as ignorant as possible about our situation, but I understand that a large part of these problems even he himself does not know the answer, "A person who appears out of thin air has no past, no future, There seems to be no connection with this world. "This is his evaluation of himself, and occasionally think about it is really very appropriate.

Taking off the light and evaporating the water on my body, I felt a little comfortable, and I felt a little slow down. The fat man took out the compressed dried jerky for us to eat, and we chewed on the tea without knowing it. What is the taste, in short, filled the stomach. When his stomach was full, he was sleepy, so Pan Zi put up a place with his backpack and the contents inside to block the sunlight. He sent his whistle, and we indented a few. Everyone knows that after entering the swamp, they may never have a chance to rest again. Now that they have a good night's sleep is a kind of welfare, and there is no superfluous idea. When they lie down, their eyes are almost dark and they fall asleep.

This night was dim, and I didn't know how long I slept. Waking up in a daze, he found that it was dark and sticky all around. He rubbed his eyes and found that it was dark and raining again. Pan Zi fell aside on the luggage and fell asleep. The fat man was beside me, snoring, and the oil bottle slept deeply inward.

The fuel can in the distance is still burning, but the bluishness of the rainwater can't be seen far. I took out the wind lamp to light the flame, and then wanted to wake up several other people, but at this time I found something wrong.

It turned out that the sleeping bag wrapped around Aning's body did not know when it was opened, and Aning's upper body was exposed.