"Are you sure?" Luo Ye's voice sounded like he was making a joke.
"I'm sure I want to listen." Lin Wanyu carefully controlled her voice to prevent Luo Ye from hearing how strong the desire was in her voice. She wanted to know Luo Ye's past, so that she could understand his present and why he was better than this.
Only when the world is even crueler can we understand why he must protect the feelings in his heart in a ruthless manner. "What I want to hear is the true story, not a story." Lin Wanyu added.
"Everything told through the tongue is a story." Luo Ye replied as he continued to move forward.
"Put me down and tell me while you rest." Lin Wanyu hoped to look directly into Luo Ye's eyes when he told him. They had been walking in the snow for a long time, and it was impossible for the gangsters to find them in a short time.
"Okay." Luo Ye carried Lin Wanyu to the back of a rock, bent down and put her down. The rock blocked part of the wind and snow, and the ground close to the root of the rock looked relatively dry.
Lin Wanyu clenched her teeth, any movement of her muscles would cause her extreme pain. She leaned softly on Luo Ye's strong arms, imagining the suffering Luo Ye suffered in the "slums" - it seemed like the pain in her body
It doesn't matter anymore.
Luo Ye pulled the snowproof camouflage uniform out of his backpack, spread it on the ground, and asked Lin Wanyu to sit on it. "Don't move around, I'll find something to make a fire."
Lin Wanyu nodded. Based on the lesson she learned last time, no matter what Luo Ye said, she would firmly obey him.
Luo Ye smiled softly, pulled out his hunting knife and walked towards the nearest pine tree. This pine tree was not very tall, and the diameter of the trunk was only twenty centimeters. Luo Ye only used one knife to completely cut off the pine tree. He
He casually cut off the branches and pine leaves that were wet by the wind and snow, and blocked them in front of Lin Wanyu to form a simple protective field to prevent the flames from being blown away by the strong wind when lighting a fire.
The bark of the pine tree had already been soaked by the wind and snow. Luo Ye sat next to Lin Wanyu and used a hunting knife to peel off the bark and the outer trunk, leaving only the dry core.
He produced very thin and fine sawdust flowers. He skillfully piled the sawdust flowers into a circle and arranged other heartwood pieces on top of the sawdust flowers in order of size.
"Are these also the skills you learned from the slums?" Lin Wanyu asked curiously.
"No," Luo Ye said with a smile: "Lighting a fire in a slum will attract predators just like the smell of blood. Moreover, lighting a fire is not a difficult skill."
Lin Wanyu's eyes widened and she asked in disbelief: "Isn't it difficult?" When she was studying in the United States, she got all A's in all subjects, but her grades were poor in subjects such as wilderness survival. Making a fire seemed simple, but the actual operation
But it is very troublesome to start. You need to prepare ignition materials first, master the strength of friction, and blow the air at the moment when sparks are created. Even so, you often persist for more than ten minutes without a single spark.
It may not be possible to ignite the kindling material - Luo Ye actually said that these are "not difficult"?
Lin Wanyu crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Then how do you plan to light a fire? Knock flint? Drill wood to make fire? Or wait for lightning to hit the big tree?"
Luo Ye calmly took out a cigarette with his left hand and a disposable lighter with his right hand. He lit the cigarette, took a heavy drag, and then gently spit it on Lin Wanyu's astonished face. "I use
Lighter and ignite.”
"You..." Lin Wanyu almost fainted. Yes, if you have a lighter, why be stupid enough to attract wood to make fire?
The flames jumped up, and the warmth immediately made Lin Wanyu feel the comfort she had not seen for a long time. She tugged on the snowproof camouflage clothing under her body and wrapped it around her knees. "Can I tell your story now?"
Luo Ye looked at Lin Wanyu with half-smiling eyes, "I'm very surprised why you are so interested in stories about cannibalism."…
Lin Wanyu pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and replied: "Because I don't believe - I don't believe that you will really eat human flesh. I think you are just deliberately scaring me and deliberately keeping me away from you. I will
Find the flaw in your story and prove it to you."
"Okay." Luo Ye sighed helplessly, lowered his head slightly, staring at the flames dancing in the wind, his eyes seemed to penetrate the flames, looking to another time and space. "I told you before that I was in the slums
What happened, actually, it only happened in the first month.
The slum is located in a small country in Africa. This country is divided by warlords, has suffered from years of famine, plagues are rampant, the people have no faith, and the gap between the rich and the poor is huge. I have only told you about my experiences before, but I am not alone. I am the same.
There were nineteen other children who were lucky. They were about the same age as me, only about ten years old at the time, and the oldest was probably no more than twelve years old. But we didn’t know each other, and we were scattered in the slums, so at first
For a few days, I could only make a living by myself.
The first three days were the most difficult, because hunger for three days is enough to defeat a person's will and body. I didn't have any clothes on me, I was completely naked. I didn't know what else to feel ashamed of. I only knew that I was very hungry.
, very thirsty and very cold. I stole a piece of rag hanging outside the house and wrapped it around myself. The success of my first theft made me feel a little relieved, and I planned to steal some food for myself.
I waited from dawn to dusk, and finally found an opportunity to steal half a potato. If I had this half potato, I could guarantee that I would not starve to death in the first three days. I hid in the shadows and used all the skills I had learned
, as quiet as a tree, as moving as the wind, I sneaked into the small shop and reached out to grab the piece of potato that was still warm, but I was so hungry. Twenty-four hours before I was thrown into the slum, I
I hadn't eaten anything, and my strong desire for my goal made me make a noise. A strong adult threw me to the ceiling. When I fell hard and still didn't touch the floor, he hit me again with his pointed boots.
His foot kicked me on the side, sending me flying completely.
The edges of my vision began to darken, and I couldn't realize where my body was flying uncontrollably. I heard the customers in the store let out rude laughter, and then I fell heavily outside the store like a rubber ball.
I couldn't get up, and my hands were tightly holding the rations that could sustain me.
The adult black man approached. His face was too dark for me to recognize, but his teeth were as white as a grinning skeleton. He kicked me hard. I knew how to protect my important organs, so I protected them with my arms.
The head and calves were curled up to the chest and abdomen, allowing him to vent his anger. He would always get tired, and I didn't want to take revenge. I didn't have the ability. I just wanted to get another bite to eat.
He finally got tired of beating him, and he kept swearing and swearing in his mouth. I couldn't understand it, and even if I did, it would be useless. I was almost unconscious."
When he said this, Luo Ye smiled and turned to Lin Wanyu, whose face was full of tears, and asked: "Do you know what makes me sad the most?"
"What?" Lin Wanyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, as if Luo Ye was just talking about an irrelevant person, and she was that person.
Luo Ye burst out laughing, "The black man beat me up and then mercilessly took away the half piece of potato from my hand."
"Damn it!" Lin Wanyu said through gritted teeth.
Luo Ye turned his gaze back to the flames. His eyes were surprisingly calm, without any resentment or dissatisfaction. "I heard him take a hard breath when he stood up, and then the heavy footsteps of his boots gradually went away. The sun set and the light turned.
It was dark, leaving only silence. When I woke up again, it was already dawn. When I opened my eyes, my vision was still blurry, and I felt that the bridge of my nose was more swollen than all other parts. I used the knowledge my parents taught me,
I covered both sides of the bridge of my nose with both hands and pushed it back to its original position. The pain once again stimulated my fragile nerves. I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream...
I am always grateful for pain because they can distract me from hunger and let me know that I am still alive and everything is normal.
I am very smart. After learning the lesson of failure, I have become more cautious and decisive. No matter how big the temptation is, as long as I analyze that it is not worth the risk, I will not try it easily, because if I am beaten again, I will lose the basic
If I lose my ability to move, I will definitely die. The funny thing is that food is scarce in the slums. Even if I am not cautious and decisive, I can't get decent food. I survived the first two days by relying on wild grass and vegetables.
But there are very few edible wild vegetables here.
On the third day, I still didn't have a bite to eat, but I finally drank some relatively clean rainwater. I had nowhere to hide from the rain, so I could only wander the muddy streets of the slums, trying to find something to give me calories.
At that time, I thought I would eat anything, even human flesh.
I heard a few wild dogs barking, and I tensed up subconsciously. They were very ferocious, and they often came in groups. Children of my age were afraid to avoid them. But at that time, I was already crazy with hunger, and I only
I heard a wild dog barking, so I grabbed a pointed stone and staggered towards the direction of the barking.
I have to eat it, or it will eat me.
When I got closer, I saw a black-haired boy about my age, fighting hard with a wild dog. The wild dog had already thrown his thin body to the ground, and its white teeth were right in front of him.
On his long neck, he gritted his teeth and held the wild dog's throat tightly with his young hands——
I stood there in a daze, as if I was the boy who was about to be eaten by a wild dog - I felt the raindrops falling and the smelly breath of the wild dog spraying on my face. I watched the wild dog turn its head and bite my arm.
Followed by a heartbreaking pain.
——Fish Bowl, I don’t know how to describe that feeling to you, but at that moment, I really thought I was that boy, and that boy was me.
His shouting made me wake up. I ran over, raised the stone, and hit the wild dog hard on the head. Once, twice, three times. I can’t remember how many times I hit it. I just remember to wait for me.
When I came back to my senses, the wild dog's head was as pulpy as paste, and the boy was holding his body upside down with his arms, looking at me with a horrified look on his face, as if he was seeing another version of himself.
His hair is as black as night, his eyes are as coal-like, and his figure is exactly the same as mine. He is also wearing an old blanket stolen from somewhere. Through the big hole in the blanket, I can clearly see his wrinkled and wrinkled face.
Yellow skin - if he is really not me, and I am not mentally insane, then he must be one of my twenty companions, and he is Asian, as for which country he comes from -
Thanks.
I heard him say this in a language familiar to me."