I jumped off the speeding train and rolled into the gravel beach next to the train, and immediately lost consciousness.
After more than two hours, I woke up with pain.
I feel a burning pain in my back!
Still late at night.
It was pitch black all around, and there was no one around. I touched my back, and there was blood all over it.
The injured area was large, and Chen Ping must have used a shotgun used by mountain people for hunting.
Notification head...
Mobile phone, mobile phone...
I don’t know where the cell phone in my trouser pocket went. I endured the pain and found it. I found that the back cover was broken and I couldn’t turn it on. If the gunshot wound was not treated, I would bleed to death!
The backpack was too heavy, so I hid it behind a pear tree beside the railway, and blocked it tightly with dry branches of weeds to ensure that no one passing by could find it. Then I limped along the railway, leaning on a stick.
Move forward.
As I walked, my vision became increasingly blurry.
Can't die...
I can't die!
"I, Xiang Yunfeng, can't die like a wild dog in the wilderness. I haven't married a wife yet and have children... I have earned so much money and haven't spent it yet. I can't die..."
I walked forward step by step with a stick. I went down a fork in the road and walked for more than an hour. Suddenly, a light appeared in my blurry vision. It was at the foot of the mountain, and there was a light on someone's house!
Walking over, I leaned against the door with a pale face and banged on the door with all my strength!
"coming."
"Who is knocking on the door so late?"
A hoarse voice came from inside the house.
The wooden door clicked and opened.
Suddenly seeing the old man in front of me, I was a little scared.
The old man is not tall, maybe less than 1.6 meters tall. He looks to be about sixty years old, with a slight stoop. He is wearing a worn-out blue uniform from Ganzi Middle School, which looks like the style of the last century, and black cotton trousers, which are scary.
What struck me was his eyes, which were only white, not black, and very cloudy, as if he had cataracts or some kind of eye disease.
I shook my hand and saw that his eyes were unblinking, so he must be blind.
The old man leaned on a cane with both hands and asked me in a hoarse voice: "Young man, who are you? How did you end up here?"
I held on to prevent myself from falling, and lied at the same time: "Uncle, I am a tourist coming to Kangding. I encountered a robbery on the road. I was injured. My wallet and car were robbed."
The old man stared at me with only the whites of his eyes for half a minute. He opened the door and said in a hoarse voice: "Then come in."
The room was small, the lights were dim, and there was a strong musty smell.
After I came in and looked around the room, what struck me was a tribute table covered with yellow velvet cloth in the southwest corner. There were three fresh apples neatly placed on a plate on the table.
Behind the plate is a small wooden Buddhist niche. The niche is tightly covered by two feet of red cloth, so you can't see what kind of Buddha is worshiped inside.
My feet went weak and I almost fell down, but the old man seemed to be able to see me and helped me.
"Uncle, you..."
"Oh, I have been blind for decades and I can't see anything. Young man, please sit down first."
I sat on a chair and slowly pulled off my clothes. The blood dried and stuck to the flesh. I grimaced in pain.
"Uncle, do you live here alone? Which village is this?" I asked him.
