Give a bellflower to the drowning ghost

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Some people always reassure others to be positive and look forward, but they themselves choose to escape.

Like a writer.

For example, Wang Ze himself.

The dark forest is like the underworld, bringing the living and the dead very close.

He felt himself breathing heavily.

The world in front of him is colorful, colorful black, divided into countless color blocks by the rain, and the color turns into sound and pours into his ears, filling his whole body, and he can only think about some of the simplest problems .

For example, why was he able to confidently persuade that girl to give up suicide?

In this hustle and bustle, I can't remember anymore.

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The forest ranger began to rejoice that he had chosen this profession, otherwise he might have died somewhere.

The forest ranger is more adaptable to the current terrain and weather than anyone else on the mountain. He observes the growth direction of moss and tree roots in the rain, and restores the terrain and location of the mountain in his mind.

He bent down to support the tree, and inadvertently groped for a fresh knife scratch on the trunk.The kidnappers drove in and out along the mountain road, so the knife mark towards the top of the mountain only means that someone with a sharp weapon is moving forward in the mountain.

It's not safe around here anymore.

The ranger adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, bowed back through the bushes, and found another knife mark on the way.

There are fewer and fewer paths for him and Wang Ze to choose.

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Wang Ze did not stay where he was, and the forest rangers found him following the traces of trampled vegetation.

Wang Ze knelt in a mud pit, supporting his body with his hands, and the rain soaked his wrists.The forest ranger pulled him behind a tree and nervously checked his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Wang Ze pushed the ranger's hand away and shook his head. The ranger saw the dirt under his fingernails.

Is it a simple fall or a sign of struggle?

The forest guard leaned close to Wang Ze's ear, and the two seemed to be rubbing each other's ears in the dark: "Wang Ze, can you recognize who I am now?"

Wang Ze whispered, "Yes."

The ranger secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He dug out the candy left by Chen's bodyguard from his pocket, unwrapped the candy wrapper, stuffed some melted candy into Wang Ze's mouth, and then held Wang Ze's hand.

They are each other's only source of heat.

"We're moving, and if we stay where we are, there's a good chance we'll be found," the ranger said.

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The rain gradually became lighter, but the sound of the water became more and more obvious.Before Wang Ze could think about the reason, the forest guard covered his mouth and pressed him to the ground.

Meanwhile, the ranger turned off the flashlight.

The rain poured downhill next to their bodies, and 30 meters in the direction of advance, there was a hillside covered with waist-high weeds, where a figure in a raincoat was wandering with a searchlight. The light saw his face clearly.

The one with the gun among junkies.

Wang Ze felt that he was being held tighter by the ranger.

The drug addicts carved marks on the tree with their knives, and opened and closed their mouths, as if they were cursing and complaining about something, which they couldn't hear clearly from the upwind.Then the junkie looked around, looking for the next direction to go. The light of the searchlight kept flickering with his movements, illuminating the surrounding rain lines.

They are on the shaded side of the mountain, and there are almost no traces of human development. The road is very difficult to walk. When you go down, you can grab the nearby trees and slide down a little bit, but when you go up, you can only bend your body down and climb back by grabbing the grass roots. .

That way they were likely to come within his line of sight.

Thinking of this, Wang Ze actually felt a little relaxed.

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Fortunately, the junkie chose another route to climb up the hillside, and the ranger dragged Wang Ze down when the light of the searchlight completely disappeared from sight.

They immediately understand why addicts choose to turn back.

In front of it is a mountain stream with a width of about four or five meters. It may be a natural scenic spot suitable for fishing on weekdays, but after the typhoon passed, the mountain spring water has turned into rushing muddy water, and the depth cannot be seen.

The forest ranger said: "The water is too fast, if you wade through it, you will be washed away."

Wang Ze said, "Can't we make a detour?"

The forest ranger took off his drenched jacket: "Looking at the width of this mountain stream, it is estimated to be a very long mountain stream, and it cannot be bypassed. The man just made the same judgment and turned back. But if we follow, there is a high probability that we will be caught. "

Wang Ze watched the ranger doing warm-up exercises with active ankles, and had a bad feeling: "Then let's find a place to hide?"

The forest ranger said: "Delaying time is not good for us. It will be easier for them to search the mountain after the rain stops. At least they can be sure that they will not follow the road ahead."

"So we jump over."

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Wang Ze felt that he had woken up from the fright, and he said slowly, "You must be joking."

The ranger did a high leg lift and splashed a lot of mud: "I remember that the world record for the run-up and long jump is nine meters, but here it is less than five meters, probably no problem."

Wang Ze said: "I think there are eight meters here."

The ranger said: "I am more professional in this area, you can trust me."

Wang Ze also took off his raincoat, and stretched out his hand to gesture: "You also said that anyone who can jump nine meters has become a world champion."

The ranger said: "So we ordinary people can get a [-]% discount."

Wang Ze watched the ranger's stretching movements, and the rainwater slid down the lines of his muscles and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers: "I didn't bring a climbing rope this time, and there is no bunker on the opposite side."

The forest ranger also remembered the things they had just met, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my physical fitness cannot be bought with money."

Wang Ze said, "What if my foot slips and falls."

"We were wearing sneakers," the ranger said.

Wang Ze said: "Okay, you jump first, if you can't jump over, I will laugh at you for the rest of your life."

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The rangers started on the hillside.

The drenched trousers were heavier than he had imagined, but they were still within the tolerance range. He quickly ran past Wang Ze and braked on the edge of the rapids.

Wang Ze hugged his clothes and said, "Maybe we can take a detour?"

"I'm just measuring the approach distance," the ranger said.

He returned to the starting point and chose a stand-up start. The leg muscles he had exercised all year round made him full of confidence. The rain was blowing on his face against the wind, but he kept his eyes wide open and only stared at the foothold on the opposite bank.

The Rangers set off again.

He lowered his center of gravity, leaned forward, ran to the river faster than last time, kicked off the ground at the best take-off point accurately, and rose into the air!

Wang Ze unconsciously exclaimed, watching the ranger stretch his body in the air above the water, with his feet forward and his arms swinging back forcefully, and finally he landed sideways, not very gracefully but successfully, and fell into the muddy water.

The ranger got up from the ground: "Look, it's not as difficult as you imagined, at least I didn't fall into the water."

Still in the excitement of success, he said to Wang Ze: "Just jump over, even if you make a mistake, I can hold you here."

But Wang Ze didn't speak.

He just bent down, picked up the flashlight on the ground, and threw it to the ranger.

The rain stopped.

Wang Ze turned around and walked back.

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"Where are you going!"

Wang Ze folded his hands on his chest, bowed his body and continued to walk back. He felt extraordinarily cold after leaving the forest ranger.

"Wang Ze!"

The writer said in the shadow of the tree trunk: "You lied to him, at least give him a call back, otherwise it's the same if he jumps back and catches you."

Wang Ze said: "He can't jump back, the terrain here is relatively low."

Wang Ze turned around and smiled at the ranger: "I'm a little scared, and I want to find a seat that's not that wide."

The forest ranger stood with his upper body on the shore, and Wang Ze could see that all the muscles in his body were tense.

"You're lying," said the ranger.

Wang Ze found that he couldn't squeeze a smile.

The ranger said, "Wang Ze, tell me, what do you see now?"

Wang Ze said: "You go first, my legs are still weak and I can't jump over. You can go down the mountain first, and then find someone to come back to save me."

The ranger snapped, "I ask what you saw!"

The writer laughed and said, "Tell him, or he will call everyone over."

Wang Ze stood where he was.

The light is on the ranger's side and the dark is on his side.The wind bent the entire forest, the water slapped violently on both sides, and everything seemed to turn into a cry, hitting his eardrum.

Wang Ze said: "The writer told me that he was waiting for me."