Su Shaoqing groped and explored in the darkness, stumbling forward. There were no roads at all in the mountain forest, dead branches and leaves were everywhere, and grass and shrubs were growing everywhere. She had to pick up a branch and wave it in front of her to avoid being swept away by the branches.
face.
Occasionally when she walks to an open space, she will look to the sky and the stars to make sure she is heading in the right direction.
Her first step is: go south and cross the mountain.
She finally climbed up a hill. Under the ink-like sky, she saw a line of blue and white appearing in the east. She knew that daybreak was coming. She only stood for a while, then hugged her arms and slid down the hillside. Daybreak was approaching.
At that time, the wind in the mountains became stronger.
Although it was already late March, winter had not passed yet. After the initial nervousness passed, she felt the biting cold wind. She huddled in a grass nest with the wind leeward and slept until dawn.
After daybreak, she walked south at a faster pace, sometimes running. Twelve hours had passed since last night, and the news must have spread long ago. She had to hurry up.
Just before noon, she suddenly stopped, ducked behind a tree, and looked forward carefully.
There was a private house in front of her, among dense trees. She approached again and saw that it was a small independent courtyard. Outside the three thatched houses were shoulder-high adobe walls.
Su Shaoqing observed carefully. There were people in the yard, and there were a few clothes hanging on the rope. This was what attracted her. Green smoke was coming from the roof of the thatched house, and the people in the house seemed to be cooking. Thinking of this, she felt hungry.
The door was covered with paper and no one could be seen outside. But she had no way of knowing what was going on inside.
She carefully looked around and walked slowly towards the small courtyard. She quickened her pace, ran a few steps, pressed one hand on the wall, jumped over, and the sound fell to the ground. She squatted there and listened, and the sound of the bellows came from the room.
"Huda" sound. She quickly rushed to the clothesline, pulled off a few pieces of clothing and held them in her arms. When she turned around, she saw the old corn on the table, she picked up two and held them in her arms. She crossed over again
As soon as his feet touched the wall, he was already running forward.
In her vague hearing, the "huda" sound of the bellows was still ringing.
She ran far away and found a stone wall that was leeward and shady. There were dry grass and dead branches under the stone wall. She crouched on the ground and carefully selected the hay. She picked out some sinewy and tough grass blades and grass stems.
Put it in the palm of your hand and rub it very gently.
In the advanced training class, she was the only one to pass the wilderness survival training category. There were more than 200 people in the class.
The instructor of the training class, Colonel Shi He, looked at this beautiful and even a bit pampered young lady from a wealthy family with confusion on his face.
The hay in the shade was not too dry and would break into pieces when rubbed. As she rubbed it, she blew gently to blow away the crumbs. In the end, there was only a small ball left in her palm.
The wadding-like velvet was only as big as a finger. She placed the small ball of velvet on the slightly raised stone platform on the stone wall.
She picked a sharp piece of green granite under the stone wall, held it in her hand, and chopped it violently on the stone wall above the small ball of grass. Occasionally, small sparks would burst out from the collision between stones.
In the grass velvet. After dozens of chops, smoke finally came out of the grass velvet. She hurriedly picked up the grass velvet, blew it gently, and carefully placed it on a pile of dead grass. The smoke became thicker and thicker, and she worked harder
The ground was blowing. Finally, a small fire burst out from the dead grass.
She finally lit a small fire. She buried the two old corns in the fire and let out a long breath.
She looked back at the stolen clothes. There were four pieces in total, one jacket, two singles, both women's ones with big placket and buttons at the armpits. There was also a pair of trousers, which were folded at the crotch. She put the jacket on
The jacket and trousers were worn outside the military uniform. The remaining two pieces of clothing were rolled up together and tied diagonally to her chest with the two remaining sleeves. It would be very cold at night, and she could not throw away any clothes.
She dug out two burnt old corns from the remaining fire and knocked off the ashes. Her eyes stared at them as if they were enemies or stones, then she opened her iron teeth and bit into the old corns.
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Half an hour later, she only felt toothache, cheek pain, and temple pain, but she finally ate both old corns. She didn't know where the next meal would be, so she had to eat them.
She found a thin stream in the ravine. When she squatted by the stream, she saw that her face was completely black. Below it was an even blacker mouth, full of black teeth. Her throat was already burning with dryness. She
Not caring about anything else, he picked up the water and took a big sip.
The water was like a piece of ice, sliding down her throat and instantly freezing her internal organs. Her teeth all over her mouth were in severe pain. She covered her mouth with her hands and endured it, fearing that if she let go, those teeth would fall out.
Come down. She finally drank enough water.
As night fell, she decided to camp.
Tonight is different from last night.
She had to leave the crash site as soon as possible last night and stay away from danger. She had enough strength last night.
She was very tired tonight. She knew that there would be a longer journey tomorrow, and she had to conserve her energy, better allocate her energy, and prepare for tomorrow's trek.
Before it got dark, she chose a leeward place, a recess at the foot of the hillside, with many shrubs covering the top. She took off the two single clothes on her back, wrapped them around her head and neck, and then wrapped them tightly.
Clothes, crouched among the grass and fallen leaves, covering himself with as many fallen leaves as possible, then crossed his arms, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.
She is really too tired.
When she woke up at dawn the next day, her whole body was as stiff as cement, and she could not stretch her back and knees. She knew that if she slept for a little longer, she would freeze to death.
She barely supported her body and let herself fall to the other side. Then, she rolled down the hillside like a stone.
The continuous collision with the ground finally allowed the joints in her body to unfold. She climbed up with difficulty, determined the direction, and continued walking forward.
Near noon, she stopped and listened. She heard the slow sound of horse hooves. Only then did she notice that there was a mountain road in the forest not far ahead.
She needed to save some energy and risk walking on the mountain road in the forest.
When the old man driving the carriage saw her, he was greatly surprised. He jumped off the carriage, held her arm, and asked her to get into the carriage. Only then did she realize that she was already like a dying person when she got in.
As soon as she got on the carriage, she could no longer move. Fatigue and coldness swept through her body. The old man hugged her and handed her a piece of cake. She took a bite of it and dropped her head to her chest. She fell into sleep again.
All her organs were malfunctioning. Only in the very depths of her brain was an extremely weak voice saying: Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly! And it kept going.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the voice in her brain finally gradually grew louder, seeming to warn her. She finally raised her head slowly, opened her eyes with difficulty, and turned her face forward.
About a hundred meters ahead, there was a checkpoint. There were a few soldiers standing beside the checkpoint, silently watching the approaching carriage.
She stared at it for three seconds. Then, like a civet cat, she jumped off the carriage and ran deep into the dense forest.
She vaguely heard shouts from behind, which seemed to order her to stop. Then, she heard two gunshots, which was definitely true. She did not look back, but ran faster into the dense forest.
She ran until she exhausted her last bit of strength and then fell down the hillside like a sack.
She gasped, and her eyesight went dark. When she regained her breath, she took out her hand. She was very, very lucky that she had been holding the piece of cake in her hand.
She raised her head and sniffed the air like a dog. She noticed a bit of damp smell. In her extreme hunger, the damp smell meant life. She crawled forward with difficulty. Finally, she found a small bed in a narrow ditch.
Small spring water.
The spring water was very shallow. She dipped the pancake in the water and ate it one bite at a time. She thought of the sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner at home and the clinking of wine glasses when she and her colleagues had dinner together. The pancake in her hand far surpassed all of that.
She finished eating the pancake and stood up slowly. She felt that she was very good and no one could stop her. She began to climb up the hillside. When she finally reached the top of the mountain, her dirty and withered face finally revealed the
smile.
She finally crossed the mountain heading south.
To the south of Tiao Mountain is a broad and gentle slope that extends all the way to the edge. The slope keeps sloping and extends forward. Extending, extending, extending to the far distance is a shining belt, which is the Yellow River.
Her escape plan is to go south, through the mountains, to the Yellow River. But she will not go to Pinglu County. She will find a place to live alone twenty or thirty kilometers east of Pinglu County.
, crossed the Yellow River.
She started to go down the mountain. She still had dozens of kilometers to go. She saw that far down the slope, there were one or two small villages, or small market towns, hidden among the trees.
At this time, a matter that she had considered repeatedly but had never made up her mind resurfaced in her mind. She had no money, but she must have money to cross the Yellow River. She had a very simple way, which was to rob the road.
Find a secluded place, intercept a neatly dressed person, knock him down with just one punch, and then take away all the money he has. There is no problem at all in doing this.
But an injured, robbed person will immediately spread the story like the wind. If she can cross the river tonight, of course there will be no problem. But what if she can't? Those who are looking for her
, will soon hear the news and gather here. As long as someone is willing to pay a bounty, there will be many people looking for her on this section of the river the next day. After careful consideration, she decided to put safety first.
In the evening, she finally reached the Yellow River. She walked slowly eastward along the river bank. Soon, she found the person she was looking for. She knew that there was a high chance of finding such a person by the Yellow River.
An old man wearing a sheepskin coat sat alone on a stone on the shore, smoking a dry pipe silently. Behind him, there was a sheepskin raft standing on the ridge.
She walked slowly towards the old man. The old man also saw her and stared at her silently.
She knelt down in front of the old man and asked softly: "Uncle, can you take me across the river?"
The old man had already understood her thoroughly and asked: "Are you rich?"
She said softly: "No."
The old man looked at her without nodding or shaking his head.
There are only two types of people in the old man's business. One is smuggling and the other is fleeing. These two types of customers do not have many customers, but the income is quite good. This is the reason why he waits here day after day. The woman in front of him,
It was obviously the latter. But she said that she had no money. This made him confused.
Su Shaoqing knew that she couldn't make up a story at this time, because no one would believe it. Any unnecessary words would be in vain. Silence would at least not make the old man refuse. She just stared at the old man silently, looking at the wrinkles on his face that were like clay sculptures.
His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life and full of poverty. She turned back to the river, and the Yellow River was flowing. The sun was about to set. She hoped to cross the river tonight.
She turned back to the old man and continued. Then, she silently unbuttoned her collar, revealing the collar of the military uniform underneath. She saw the old man's eyebrows jump slightly. She knew that she had succeeded.
The old man carried the sheepskin raft to the river. It was a frame tied with arm-thick hard wood, and eight fully-inflated sheepskin tubes were tied to the frame.
The old man asked her to lie down on the frame of the sheepskin raft. She could only lie down, any other position might cause her to fall into the river. If she really fell, the old man, not even her biological father, could save her.
The raft was like an arrow from the string, instantly leaving the shore and going down the river. Su Shaoqing could hear the whistling wind in his ears. The old man sat astride the raft, looking ahead, holding an oar with both hands, and slowly moved toward the river.
Cross out the space.
It was already dark, and there were no lights on the river. Only the faint shadows of mountains could be seen on both sides of the river, making it seem like the sea was beside them.
Su Shaoqing lowered his head to the river water. The river water was as thick as slurry, rolling forward in piles and making a chattering sound. There seemed to be countless water monsters undulating, jumping and making noises on the river surface.
For a while, she seemed to lose consciousness. It was the severe pain in her shoulder that woke her up again.
The old man hit her heavily on the shoulder with an oar and shouted at her: "Don't sleep! Don't sleep! What's the point of dying!"
She raised her head, endured the severe pain in her shoulders, clutched the thick wood under her body, and looked towards the dark river. She knew in her heart that she was finally safe.
Six days later, Su Shaoqing used all her skills and finally arrived in Nanjing.
What she was thinking was that no matter what secret she hid, she would find out.
