Through the wild age

In the evening, the dark clouds that had accumulated for an afternoon finally turned into rain and poured down, with lightning as the background and thunder as the soundtrack.

Chen Qiao sat under the eaves, listening to the pattering rain, occasionally rumbling thunder, and the sound of lightning that seemed to tear the sky.

Black tiles, white walls, on such a rainy day, through the rain curtain, you can see a thin young man sitting alone under the eaves of the old house.Everything is quiet and beautiful.But if you look closely...

Chen Qiao held the needle and thread in his hand, licked the end of the thread with his tongue, threaded the needle carefully, and complained as he threaded it: "The **** is still XX brand, and such a big hole has been worn out in less than two months, it is better to go to the street stall." I bought three pairs for ten yuan..."

He was very unlucky today, the thread refused to go through the pinhole obediently, and the pinhole seemed to be very small today.

Chen Qiao has lived in this city for nearly ten years. After graduating from high school, she was admitted to a second-rate university here. Four years later, she found a job in this city after graduation, and then went to and from work. Also change jobs or something.

Over the past few years, the better the job, the higher the salary. Now he is the sales director of the well-known XX company in the city.The position is not high, but the salary is quite good, so life is much more moist than before, and the socks are changed from three pairs of five yuan to three pairs of cotton socks for ten yuan.

One day two months ago, classmate Chen Qiao discussed a big deal, which was quite a commission.So he bought himself a pair of leather shoes worth nearly four figures, because he had a good chat with the MM in the specialty store, the little girl gave him two pairs of socks, and most people only give one pair.

But these brand-name socks are really not very durable, aren't they?There is a hole.

So on this rainy evening, Comrade Chen Qiao, a bachelor, sat in the yard mending socks.He often does this job, why is it so difficult today?It's not easy to thread a needle.While complaining, he raised the needle in his hand higher, higher...

When Chen Qiao woke up, she felt as if her whole body had been run over by a truck, and she couldn't even lift a finger.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find that what caught his eyes was not the coarse mosquito net with blue background and white flowers in his house, but the hay all over the roof.

He couldn't get his head around a bit, and he rolled his eyes mechanically to look at the house. It is a simple adobe house. There is not even a table in the house, only a few wooden stakes. The light inside the house is quite good. The door is open. Occasionally one or two men and women pass by.

It's just... why are they wearing animal skins, and a small piece of fig leaf...

Confused, when Chen Qiao woke up again, the air was cool, as if it was morning.He barely moved his neck, but when he turned his head, he saw a big head, a man's head...

Chen Qiao was dazed again, but this time he didn't fall asleep again, nor fainted again, but he couldn't react a little, and he was in a daze for a long time.

Well, he admitted, he seems to have time-traveled.But why?Obviously, he saved so much money by frugality...

He just lay there blinking his eyes...

Not long after, the person next to him woke up, murmuring and didn't know what to say...

It turns out that he not only traveled through, but also traveled to a wild age, he not only traveled to a wild age, but also traveled to a wild age with a language barrier What was done by the man.

In the following days, Chen Qiao was extremely silent.He had no choice, because even if he wanted to cry or make a fuss, no one would understand him. In fact, even if he understood, no one would take care of him.

He just went on a hunger strike, but he only persisted for two days, because no one took it seriously. Every day, someone would send some fruit barbecues and put them on the stakes. If Chen Qiao didn't eat them, they wouldn't send new things. come over.

Chen Qiao thought about giving up, but she still lacked the courage after all.Even in this backward and wild age, even though his status here is embarrassing, he still wants to live, and he is still afraid of death.

He just lay quietly on the bed for half a month, eating a little food brought in by others every day, and there was a clay pot in the house that was used as a toilet.He had to climb up carefully on his own, and climbed onto the bed after all the hard work.

For more than ten days, no one wiped his body for him, and he didn't know who to ask.Is it the person who comes to deliver food every day, or the person who comes and goes by the door of his house, or, is it the man who lies next to him and sleeps every day?

He was just wondering, didn't that man think he stinks?

No. On the 16th day, he finally felt that he had the strength to go out for a walk. He went out of the house without hesitation, and walked to a place with water by intuition. or something like that.The women surrounded by the animal skin just glanced at him, and then went about their own business, or when he couldn't see, they would gather together and whisper, but none of them took the initiative to talk to him.

Communication between people is not only through language.Friendly and unfriendly emotions also do not have to be conveyed through words.These women don't like him, he already knew it, even if he came out for the first time.

As he walked, he heard the sound of water, and smelled the damp and fresh smell, so he quickened his pace and walked there.

This is a clear stream, the bottom of the water is covered with large and small pebbles, very clean.He found a relatively secluded corner, dragged his clothes and jumped in to take a shower.Even though the summer hadn't completely passed, the cool water of the stream still made him shiver.

There was no soap, no shampoo, but Chen Qiao still felt that this bath was extremely comfortable.

What's next?

In fact, it’s just a day-to-day life, who says it’s not?No matter whether life is good or bad, happy or unhappy, in the original developed modern society or in the present barbaric era, life is always like this, day by day, the past.

After taking a shower, he wiped his body with dirty clothes, and walked back with his wet hair. Fortunately, his hair was short, and it was almost dry when the wind blew.He was still wearing his original clothes, and no one gave him a piece of animal skin to hide his shame, so he had to wear his dirty pair of pants.

Back in the house, he fell asleep on the bed, and it must be morning again when he woke up. He was used to his lethargy, and he was very weak recently, and he had exhausted too much energy today.

Chen Qiao is not a particularly strong person, he has no expectations for tomorrow or the present.

However, tomorrow, is it really not worth looking forward to?Of course not.