I woke up all of a sudden, instead of slowly waking up in a daze like usual. I seemed to be sleeping for a while, and then I was awake for a while.
I immediately had a premonition that something was wrong. I felt it in my bones.
I sat up and pushed away the blanket. Najintang was gone. We were supposed to be together on leave. I guess Najintang had been gone for a long time.
Then why did Jintang leave me alone like this? This has never happened before. I stood up and was completely shocked.
The sky turned white, and the stars gradually faded and disappeared into the thin dew. The sun will come out soon, and the campground is completely clear, and you can see the pile of ash and smoke left by the fire last night.
It’s really hard to figure out, and I’m even more frightened. Did Huo Zhuoshan Brennan come in and steal a horse? Did Jintang go after Jintang? No, that was too wild. Huo Zhuoshan escaped on horseback.
It has been five days since I entered the forest, and there is no trace at all.
Na Jintang is afraid of Na Jintang. Sneaking into our camp is something Na Jintang would never dream of doing. It will be difficult for us to meet Na Jintang again.
We rode much faster than Jintang's horse, and we may have covered more than 200 miles by now.
Where did Jintang go? Did something happen to Ma Su? As long as there is some movement, I will wake up, for sure. Jintang got out of the blanket and went into the woods. There was no sound at all.
In order not to wake me up. Maybe the thing is very simple and I am keeping myself at ease.
The horse probably chewed the string suddenly and walked away slowly. I must be making wild guesses, which made me feel scared.
But I couldn't settle down. No matter how much I comforted myself, I was still afraid. Moreover, the longer the time went by and Najintang didn't come back, the more afraid I felt.
The dense forest surrounds me, as if it wants to swallow me up. I am sensitive to all the sounds around me, and to my own loneliness. The fish-belly white sunlight shines on the treetops, gradually getting brighter and brighter. Usually we are already at this time
On the road, I became more and more panicked.
I was scared, confused, and almost in tears.
Where is Jintang? What if, what if, Jintang cannot come back?
A mockingbird sang in the tree, and a raccoon peered at me from behind the bushes. I thought it was a wildcat call, but I never heard another one.
I picked up the blessing stick, and the stick was already loaded, which seemed to give me a sense of security. But soon, this feeling disappeared again. If the Jintang went away, what use would the blessing stick be?
Without that Jintang, I would, I don’t dare to think about it anymore. I must be rational and not panic.
I put down my rifle, picked up some branches and dry shrubs, and placed them on the burnt wood. After two or three minutes,
I lit the fire with the Sui stone. Na Jintang went to the stream and filled the old kettle before going to bed last night.
I tried to drive away the fear and held back tears.
Birds were singing on the branches. Fifteen minutes had passed since I heard that strange sound in the distance. It was a wild cat.
·Jie, I don't think it could be anything else. There are almost no traces of Indians here. The Jintang definitely told me that the Jintang had left this area far away.
The coffee had been boiled, and the air was filled with a rich and pungent aroma. Another five minutes passed. I wrapped the water in a piece of cloth and took it away from the fire and placed it on a stone. At this time, I
I heard footsteps approaching from far away.
I quickly picked up the blessing stick and pointed it in the direction of the sound. The bushes parted, and Na Jintang stood there, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
I put down the stick, and Na Jintang breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the open space. "I wanted to rush back before you woke up," Na Jintang said. Na Jintang said it very casually, a little too casually.
"Where have you been?"
"Sing, ah, you know," Na Jintang hesitated, obviously making it up.
"I woke up, so I, I found a horse broke free from the string, and ran away, so I went to find the horse."
"Where's Ma Su?"
"It can't be found," Na Jintang replied, "It must have run away long ago. It ran away just when we were sleeping. When I went to look for it, it had already run away for several hours." Na Jintang
His demeanor was indeed too artificial.
I immediately realized what Jintang was hiding from me. "You can follow me," I said, "but you can't find a horse that has strayed from the camp."
"Yeah, I feel like I'm too plain, but -"
"You're lying, Najintang."
Na Jintang looked at me with hurt eyes and tried his best to act manly.
Only then did I see that Na Jintang was injured on his leg.
Buckskin breeches along the right leg.
"What's wrong with your leg? You're hurt-"
"Ah, it's nothing, Jiujiu, don't worry. I walked into a thorn bush,
There was a long, sharp thorn. One of the thorns caught on my pants and scratched my leg. I said, is that coffee?"
"Then Jintang——"
Na Jintang's expression suddenly became stern and irritable, and deep wrinkles appeared on his brows. "The horse was lost suddenly, Jiujiu," Na Jintang said sternly, "forget about this. I'm back, everything is fine.
manage."
"I heard a scream in the woods, and I thought it was a wild cat, Na Jintang. I must know the truth of the matter. Ma Su will not get separated on his own, you hide it from me." "I said,
Forget about this."
Na Jintang has never spoken to me so harshly. I know Na Jintang is worried, and I wonder why.
"Where the hell did the ointment go?"
I sighed listlessly, walked to the bag, pushed Na Jintang away, and immediately found the ointment. Holding Na Jintang's hand, I applied the transparent, sticky jelly to the wound.
Jintang watched carefully, still with a look of sadness on his face.
"I think you can live now." I said coldly, putting the ointment away.
"You were in a bad mood this morning."
"How can you understand my mood? When I woke up before dawn, I found myself alone in the wilderness. I heard all kinds of strange noises in the forest, and a horse suddenly disappeared. You came back and made up three consecutive stories.
It’s nonsense that even a 20-year-old kid wouldn’t believe——”
"Hey, let's stop arguing, okay? I'm about to hit you. I don't usually hit women, but you made me so angry.'
I poured out the coffee, drank it, and ignored Najintang. Najintang kicked some residue onto the fire and extinguished the fire. Then he poured the rest of the coffee on top without leaving a single spark. Then that
Kamtang
Na Jintang went to put on the horse shoes and started to fold the bag upwards. Concubine Xiong and Na Jintang's horse wanted to sing more now. After drinking the coffee, I stood up and Na Jintang was trying to put it on his back.
Insert the last package.
"Can Ma Jiang sing so much with the two of us?" I asked.
"This is a solid resource and it can be done."
Na Jintang was still angry. I suspected that Na Jintang was doing this deliberately so that I could continue to ask Na Jintang. I opened a bag and put the cup away. The blood on Na Jintang's leg had dried. Na Jintang They're no longer bleeding, I think.
The wound must not be very deep. If it were deep, Na Jintang would not act so briskly, but I don't believe Na Jintang's pensive talk.
Rukou is a kind of sword that can be opened at the right time. My elegant thoughts were confirmed. As soon as we went up, the Jintang casually said to me that I would not take the ancient path today, but take a walk.
There are several trails and ancient roads. We walked down a small hillside covered with blue wild flowers, and then entered a dense jungle. Lining pillars blocked the ceiling from the sun.
Only the shaky muscle fibers allowed light to penetrate. It was like walking in a green tunnel. I was nervous and uneasy. Likewise, I kept looking back.
The happiness that Najintang had at first disappeared, but there was a kind of fear that he could not control. After a while, Najintang no longer stood still.
The Di'an people entered the village, Changzi, and the Di Kaiwei team, and lifted Ma Tou to the ground. Maybe there was only one person, but if there were many people, we would go and attack. Zuo Di Neng came and followed the window. It is called as.
Then the Jintang people started fighting. Jie Di was injured in the fourth stage by the Indians. Du was afraid that more savages would be attracted, so why didn’t the Zhongdian people leave with their horses? I’m very worried about that. Don’t tell me your true feelings, even though I know that Jintang is trying not to frighten me, and that Jintang serves me like this.
I can't tell what happened to Li Qinghe? Since there is an Indian here, there must be others from Jintang. I remember when I entered
An Renguo was dancing, warm and bright. We walked hurriedly in Jintang, trying not to make any noise, and Jintang didn't joke like we did in school.
Na Jintang said nothing and walked closely against me, walking in front of me as usual.
The woods were full of sounds as usual, but now every time a bird chirped or a bush made a sound, I was startled.
There must be a group of Indians going to attack us. One hour passed, two hours, three hours passed. We walked up a hillside covered with shrubs, passed through the denser jungle, and crossed a road covered with firewood. The stream flowed down the river without stopping a step. I was tired and my bones ached all over my body, but I couldn't feel it at all.
Fear gripped everything. The sun was already high and we were both sweating. Now that we had walked dozens of miles, I began to breathe a sigh of relief, although I still jumped every time I heard an unexpected sound.
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Na Jintang finally said to stop and rest for a while. I hurriedly got off the horse. Na Jintang picked the horse up on a small tree, and then took out Na Jintang and made a sculpture in the stream. The full kettle. Jintang handed it to me to drink first.
Then he drank it himself. Na Jintang's yellow-red hair was already sweating.
Na Jintang looked nervous, and his brown eyes showed gloom and sternness. This new Na Jintang looked stronger and more capable than the original cute clown. It was hard to believe that Na Jintang was the same person.
"Did you kill Na Jintang?" I asked
Najindang looked at me and frowned. Are you telling me the truth? Najindang is still in charge. So, Najindang sighed and began to wipe the dirt on it, but it still didn't work. He said, "I'm not a child anymore, so Jintang, I should know."
"I killed Na Jintang," Na Jintang said, Na Jintang's voice was tired.
"Then Jintang, is this how you got the injury on your leg?"
Na Jintang nodded. "I heard Na Jintang wandering into the woods. There was almost no sound from Na Jintang, but - over the years, I have developed a sensitivity to these things.
I heard it, and my eyes came. I lay still and watched the Jintang walk into the open space. I kept my hand by my side when I slept. I picked up the stick and prepared to use it if necessary."