In the endless darkness of the night, in a simple shelter made of dirt and dusty yellow rocks, Coop would recall the twilight hours when Craft left behind his hasty instructions.
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Coop opened his slightly stinging eyes and braced himself.
The flame of the linen wick dances, emitting the stench of burning fibers mixed with fat. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel the black smoke from the lamp flame hitting your eyelids, causing pain behind your orbits and forcing you to squint your eyes.
But as soon as I squinted for a while, sleep flowed out from the corner of my head. I lost consciousness and pushed my forehead to the table.
He had to find a topic, anything, as long as he could prevent himself from falling asleep during the vigil. Peter, who was in charge of the second half of the night, had already fallen asleep and could not be disturbed. The only one who was still awake was a colleague who could not be called a colleague.
"Mr. Craft said it's best not to read in dim light."
As a person with no long-term academic development intention, Kupp firmly followed the principle of "just enough", but Yin Feng's behavior of flipping through the pamphlet in the middle of the night still gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression and created a desire to join.
This urge to engage in self-torture.
He turned sideways and glanced at the booklet. The crooked characters were followed by something that was probably a simple drawing. The girl's instinctive frugality made her writing more crowded, the lack of auxiliary lines, and the beginner's hesitation in writing, which inadvertently created an additional encryption effect.
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Although the progress of the learning content was synchronized, Kupu just couldn't find any words he recognized on this page.
Yin Feng obviously didn't want to listen to his preaching. Seeing him looking over, he closed the book naturally. Just like in the past few weeks, he had formed a habit and asked, "When did you say that?"
"About..." Coop didn't expect that she would be more serious with him. He hesitated for a while, and then noticed that the girl opened the small book again nonchalantly.
No, you can question me, Coop, but Kraft did say it right. He doesn't want to be labeled as "faking Kraft's quotations", even if he thinks about it.
Coop tried hard to recall for a moment, and when Yin Feng was about to turn the page, he accidentally found a scene, "It was probably at Solace Harbor, not long after you arrived."
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She shifted her gaze from the booklet and looked at him with some suspicion.
"I remember it was night, and Father Adrian only lit one candle, which couldn't illuminate the entire table." There was hesitation in the tone at first, and then it became faster and faster, like lips opening and closing with formed words.
, "We were all present when Mr. Craft said that."
The chat was indeed effective. He felt that he was temporarily out of his drowsy state, and his spirit became active in thinking. He described the situation at that time along with the remaining memory scenes that had mostly collapsed.
He happened to have some impression of this, just like when Kraft asked questions, he had an uncertain understanding of those two words, blurted them out, and then doubted himself.
"Ah." Yin Feng opened her small mouth and spit out a modal word with a bit of surprise at the end. Maybe, maybe, it was probably because of such an incident. After being reminded, she had almost no memories.
For Kraft's sake, close the book and stuff it into the small package.
But she hasn't thought about what to do next. She has long since passed the childhood period of being sleepy all day long, and she is not as tired as adults. Today, she also sensed something big happened with her mind and found it difficult to fall asleep.
Due to her age, she couldn't help, and her energy could only be used on the only "business". After putting down the book, she squirmed left and right in front of the table, fidgeting.
Coop acted like an elder and continued the topic. In fact, he wanted to say that this matter was not a day or two ago, "You have a lot of time, there is no need to rush, and Kraft is not an impatient person."
And he probably never thought of arranging any work for you, Coop thought. He has contacted people in the academy, and the youngest Lucius is probably the same age as him.
Considering that Yin Feng started late, only Kraft would agree to the request to "study medicine" and start teaching reading and writing from scratch, at least a year or two. He didn't even dare to think of how many years it would take to "help".
The time cost and the money that will be invested will be a lot of money. Most small business families may not give their biological sons such an education. Yin Feng Tong Yan Wuji really dared to mention it, and Kraft actually agreed.
The speed of this short meeting is nothing compared to the investment in the future, so there is no need to rush.
Thinking about it now, if I had said "I want to learn too" at that time, maybe Kraft would have agreed?
Coop shook his head to dismiss his nonsensical thoughts. He never felt that he was that material. Answering two words at once was just an accident. There is no comparison between the minds of adults and children.
"Don't worry," he repeated sincerely, "no one will take anything from you."
Yin Feng lowered her head and remained silent. Sometimes what drove her was more like a lingering sense of insecurity. Kupu could vaguely sense that nine out of ten people in the Yanchao area who had prematurely lost the care of their previous generation were like this.
Obsessed with expressing one's own "value".
The intuitive expression is to compare with others. No matter what the matter is, there is only a visible standard.
This couldn't be explained in a few words. He moved the chair to the wall and leaned against the dirt-covered wall to make his back more comfortable.
"Thank you." the girl said after a long silence, "but I still want to do something. Can you tell me what happened?"
"As you can see, Captain William got lost in the mountains, and Mr. Craft has to go and find them back." The process is correct, but the specific execution details are slightly different.
But he had a kind of blind trust in Kraft. He couldn't tell where this trust came from, whether it was from the feat of facing the wriggling light directly, or the subtle influence of his daily words and deeds.
"No need to worry."
Because there is no use worrying.
Looking up at the narrow window high up, there are no stars or moon in the night sky. There is no reference object. I don't know how to define the first half of the night. I hope Peter can wake up consciously and take over.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Coop took a nap and became increasingly sleepy, but he didn't want to fall asleep. That face couldn't go away, lingering in his memories as if at any time
Will it emerge from a blind spot outside the light?
There is also the face on the rock painting, the boy's face, which is thought of repeatedly when relaxing, rotating and alternating in the form of uncertain images, sometimes overlapping each other.
At that moment, he felt that the boy was somewhat close to a certain broad and flat face on the rock painting. Although the face shape was obviously very different, there was a similarity like a blood connection, like a middle-aged father and his son standing together.
"How strange."
"What's weird? I always feel like you didn't tell me everything..." Yin Feng put his hands in the air on his chest. This action seemed to be imitating Kraft, who would do this when he had nothing to do and nothing to take. Doing it, with her image it is really impossible to create that inexplicable sense of ritual like praying.
"Dongdongdong!"
The two looked at each other, and then looked at Peter together, making sure that the sound did not come from inside the house.
"Dongdong!" The knocking sound that interrupted the chat sounded again, coming from the door. "Is anyone awake? I left something at home."
They remembered the voice as the original owner of the house, the strong woman who wielded a mining pick with ease.
Yin Feng went to open the door, but was held down by Ku Pu who quickly stood up. He looked back in confusion and saw him covering his mouth and making a "silence" gesture.
【go there】
He pointed to the small and hard-to-notice space under the bed where Peter was sleeping soundly. Half of the luggage was piled there. The remaining space was not big enough for an adult, but could barely accommodate a child.
"What is it and where is it placed?"
Kraft didn't like choruses, and Coop also had his own dislikes. Doors and windows that made noises in the middle of the night were the first ones. The knock on the door swept away sleep and made one's breath suffocate.
Is it a coincidence? The homeowner who just moved in next door happened to forget some essential items.
Only when invisible, these thoughts are so active, driven by fear that they may not even be aware of, combined with the unreasonable things and the mysterious totems of paganism, to guess the worst possible scenario.
Turning behind him, he realized belatedly that he wanted to ask someone for advice. Outside the door was a flood of darkness, and the gloomy night could hide the worst contents and their associations in the depths of his memory.
[Now this is a place I can’t take care of]
"Damn it." Coop muttered to himself. From the moment the gate gate was lowered, he was the one in charge here.
Hurry! He gestured to Yin Feng, walked to the bedside first, pulled out Kraft's mixed luggage, and made way for her.
Peter woke up with the bed shaking, and his mouth was covered. A belated response came from the crack of the door, "Firewood, I need to get some firewood."
The guide looked confusedly at the sky outside the window and shook his head to deny the possibility of local habits.
"Please, open the door. I have to come in to get some firewood. I won't disturb you too much." The voice sounded a little pleading. It was the woman who took them to the mountain in the morning.
"Okay, wait, at least let me put on some clothes." Coop took off the hammer from his waist, looked around, and handed Peter a stool.
Kraft couldn't care less this time, but the good news was that his hands didn't shake.
