Daomu Biji

Thought it was Wen Jin who followed us into the camp. I took the stone and tried to stop him, but I found that it was a muddy oil bottle covered with mud.

His appearance made me speechless: The mud all over his body, covering almost all his hair, including his hair, and the wounds on his shoulders were all covered with mud. I do n’t know if it would be infected, but I did n’t see him. With new injuries on his body, he must have been more comfortable than us last night.

I could n’t describe the feeling at that time, and I froze there. When he turned around, I reacted, put the stone down, and explained, "I thought you were--what--"

He ignored me and only asked me, "Are there any food?"

I remembered that when he rushed into the swamp, he didn't bring anything, depending on his appearance, he might have not eaten for more than twenty hours.

I took him out and poured him tea, and he ate it with dry food, and said nothing, his face was as cold as frost.

After he finished eating, I wiped his hands with a cloth and asked him how he was doing. What happened after he was chased out? How did you catch up with us?

His face was dignified, and he wiped off the mud on his face and said it intermittently. What he said was extremely simple, but I still understood.

It turned out that after chasing that Wenjin out last night, he had been chasing for six hours in a row. It was too difficult to trace in the jungle. Finally, I did n’t know if the woman was hiding or running away, so I lost it. When he stopped, he no longer knew where he was.

Without any lighting equipment, he lost his goal and could not even see the surrounding environment. He counted the time and his speed here, knowing that it would not be too far away from us, but if he continued to go deep into the rainforest, he would come back More difficult, he shrank into the roots of the tree and waited until dawn to return.

This was the same as what we thought at the time. The fat man speculated that he might also come back after dawn in the morning, but after dawn, things changed. After dawn, he saw our signal smoke, and at the same time, he saw his uncle. The lighted cigarette.

He judged the direction of our smoke according to the distance, and returned to the place where we left him a note, but found that it was already flooded. He had to return immediately to chase us, but like us, chasing the smoke Going, the route was not straight. I hadn't run into it. Later, when I heard gunshots at night, I touched it. I followed here and found the camp.

After listening to my heart, it really happened that if there was no war last night, I am afraid he could not find us. It is also a loss that he can maintain such a sober judgment in such a harsh environment. But he can come back, I have put a stone in my heart, I originally had no hope.

At this time, when he saw him wipe off the mud, I asked him that it was the same way. Although we were also embarrassed, we didn't make you a virtue. What happened to you?

"This is not done, the mud was painted by myself." He said.

I am even weirder, and I said you learn to hippopotamus? Or are there fleas on your body? Your physique, lying in the flea heap, the fleas can only dare to make you a chicken.

He looked at the mud on his arm and explained, "It ’s because of those snakes--"

"Snake?"

"Wen Jin has been here for a long time. There are so many venomous snakes here. There must be a reason why she can live for such a long time as a woman, and that look is really unusual. I think there must be a relationship between these two points. For a moment, I realized that the silt was the key. "Boiling oil bottle said:" I smeared mud on my body. Sure enough, the snakes didn't seem to see me. "

When I thought about it, I suddenly realized that it was like this. I said that Wen Jin was like that ghost. The snake used heat to find its prey. It covered the whole body with mud, not only covering the heat, but also covering the smell. It may indeed be useful. .

Heart can not help ecstasy, this is really good news. In this way, our ability to survive in the rain forest is much higher, at least no longer is arbitrary.

The dull oil bottle roughly wiped the mud on his body, then looked at the surrounding camps and asked me, "Is this how you came?"

I nodded and told him about our experience.

I started with him separately, as simple as possible but clear, and said that we have n’t been here until sooner than he was. There are no more people here, and the situation here is a bit strange. All personal items are not Take away, there is no trace of violence, it seems that these people calmly gave up the camp, and left without taking anything.

After listening silently, he looked at the tents around and said nothing. He only squeezed his eyebrows, and seemed to be confused.

I said to him: "It's okay if you come back, because of Pan Zi's relationship, we can't leave here for the time being, and we are too tired and need to rest, otherwise it is equivalent to death. Now one more person and one care."

He was undecided and looked at me and said, "In this place, one more and one less are the same."

I was a little surprised that he would say such things, but when he finished speaking, he stood up, picked up a bucket, went to the pool outside the camp and hit a bucket of water, then took off his clothes and turned his back on me to start scrubbing him and putting him on The silt was washed down. I knew what he looked like, and I said nothing to me. I was a little depressed in my heart, but finally it was a happy event for him to come back.

After he finished washing, he came back to close his eyes and relax. I did n’t bother him, but I could n’t sleep anymore, so I took a bath. After washing, I felt a little bit better, so I took water back and gave Pan Ziye He wiped his body, his body was a bit hot, and he slept a little unsteady. After I wiped, he slept again.

When I came out and saw the fat man, I thought he did n’t need me to wait any longer. While sitting down and massaging his calf, he did n’t want to take Wen Jin ’s notes again, turned his head to look at the stuffy oil bottle, and he fell asleep. He must be more tired than we are, and even the hard-working Luohan can't stand such a toss.

I stayed like this until the three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the fat man woke up, dimly saw the dull oil bottle, "Uh" screamed, it took a long time to react, said: "I rely on, Lao Tzu Maybe you are dreaming. "

The dull oil bottle woke up immediately, apparently not deep in sleep, looked at him, looked at the sky, and sat up. The fat man rubbed his eyes and said, "It doesn't seem to be a dream. Comrades, peasants and soldiers, you finally joined the Red Army. Now. "

Boiling oil bottle is really a magical person. Although he is speechless, his appearance is like a shot of stimulant. At a glance, I can see that the fat man is happy from the heart. I said, "You are happy, don't you say you want to do it alone?"

He stood up and sat next to me, spitting a few sputums of blood, saying: "That was before, when the younger brother came back, it must be done with the younger brother, and the younger brother had meat to eat, right."

I see that there is blood in his sputum, I know that he also suffered internal injuries, but he doesn't care if it should be too serious, so let him be careful.

The oil bottle didn't answer. The fat man handed me a cigarette. He poured some water from the kettle and washed his eyes. Then he asked what happened before the oil bottle. I just recounted what the boring oil bottle told me to the fat man.

The fat man nodded as he listened, and he was happy when he heard that silt can prevent snakes, "I fucking, this is a good recipe. With this recipe, we can spend less energy in the swamp. I also dreamed of a snake crawling on me. Lai Zi refused to come out in the crotch of Lao Tzu and scared me to death. "

I laughed, and I felt that the fat man ’s joke sounded funny only when the oil bottle was there. He said: "I guess it ’s because of the chick in your crotch. Speaking of it, have you hatched it?"

The fat man said: "Not yet, soaked in water all day, they are all fish eggs, and later I will have to take out the sun, don't get moldy."

I laughed, and the fat man also laughed, patting me a few times, "You laugh a fart, I don't believe in you or do it, or should we take it out and screw it?"

I shook my head and said no, the fat man asked me to rest. Although I was a little excited, the fatigue of the body could not be reversed. I fell asleep soon after lying down, probably because of the stuffy oil bottle. This time I fell asleep and felt very relieved. I woke up in the evening .

It was already sunset and I smelled the scent when I got up. The fat man was cooking. I did n’t know what was cooking. I moved a few times. It felt like the zombie lying in the grave was resurrected. Muscle sore "bitter", can not describe this feeling.

Without both hands and feet, he almost climbed to the edge of the campfire and leaned on the stone. His hands were shaking. He heard the fat man talking to the stagnant oil bottle. He was asking what the stupid oil bottle had planned.

I said to my heart that this guy started to engage in separatism again, and Pan Zi was abolished. No one would force him to find my third uncle. He began to draw up a sullen oil bottle to engage in his conspiracy and tricks. The dull oil bottle said: "I said that this must not be known to Wu Xie, otherwise he must be crazy-"