Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

I dug around behind an old towel hanging by the window. Sure enough, my father always liked to hang the key here. He said, "This way I can open the door whenever I get home."

I took the key and opened the door. There was a musty smell in the house, and I didn’t know how long it had been unoccupied. I looked at the calendar on the wall, and there was a mark made by my father. My parents lived by collecting herbs. On the opposite side of the big river not far away is the Hengduan Mountains of Gaoligong Mountains. The mountains are rich in products, wild herbs and straw mushrooms are innumerable. My parents used to pick these to exchange for money for my schooling. They usually bring shotguns and dry food into the mountains for a month or two. As usual, I was afraid that I would not be able to find them when I came back, so I agreed to mark the calendar and write down the date of entering the mountain.I looked, and the last time they entered the mountain was already a month ago.

After reading this, I took out my cell phone and called my father, who was told that he couldn't get through. I became worried, and the longing in my heart suddenly erupted like a volcano, and I couldn't stop it.He rushed out of the house, went around to the big river behind the house, and shouted loudly: "Father, mother."

I know this is stupid, who knows where they are in the mountains, a month can already go a long way, but I still hope that they are just on the way back with luck, I hope they just don’t go that far Far away, I just kept calling them back and forth along the river bank.

The water in the river is a bit cloudy. It probably rained a few days ago, the water level has risen, and the vegetable fields on the river bank have been flooded. I yelled along the river bank for a long time, except for the echo reflected from the opposite cliff. Responding, my voice was a little hoarse, I sighed, it was getting late, I planned to give up and go home first, thinking maybe they would come back tomorrow.

At this time, a person accidentally fell on a big horse, making his clothes and hands full of mud.

I sighed helplessly, how could I be more unlucky!Then she lifted her skirt and went to the river to wash it off.

After washing my hands, I shook them casually, and accidentally glanced into the grass by the river, and a human hand floated out. It was pale and pale, and as the river sank and floated, I was frightened, and I screamed in shock, and stepped back. Almost fell into the river after a few steps.Finally, he stumbled up to the bank and wanted to leave, but he felt uneasy about leaving like this, so he picked up a branch and pulled out the grass.

There was a person lying on the grass, his face was buried in the straw mat, and his lower body was still soaked in the river water. I thought he was probably dead, so I took a deep breath and turned him over.This is a very handsome face, it may have been soaked in the water for a long time, it is a little pale, the bangs are messy scattered on the face, covering most of the eyes, I put my hand under his nose tremblingly, and found that there is still A little breath, I'm afraid it was my illusion and I pressed my hand on his neck again, there was really a slight pulse, this person is still alive.

Next, I dragged him ashore with all my strength. He was covered with injuries. The black sweater and the vest inside were almost torn into strips, hanging on his body in a mess. He might have encountered some beast in the mountains. Bar.I touched his stomach a little bulging, probably because he drank a lot of water, so I immediately pinched his mouth open to see that there was nothing foreign, and then pressed hard on his chest. There was no response after several presses, and I pinched his nose again. Lifting his chin, he took a deep breath and blew it in.

His lips were cold and pale, without a trace of blood, I cursed inwardly: "You boy, don't die, I really don't want to give my first kiss to a dead person like this."

After thinking about it, he blew vigorously several times, finally he coughed and spit out a little water.I saw that this method was useful, and quickly pressed it a few more times for artificial respiration, so that he could spit out more water.

Just when I took a deep breath and was about to send it down again, he opened his eyes slightly, and made an indistinguishable hoarse sound from his mouth. I patted his face happily, and his eyes flickered unconsciously. fainted.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and I saw that it was not an option to continue like this, so I dragged him home step by step with him on my back.Although he is very thin and not very heavy, it took me a long time.

When I got home, I was a little embarrassed and wanted to change his clothes, but he is a man after all. I have never touched a man's body when I grow up. When saving people was like putting out a fire, I found scissors. A lot of rags had stuck to the wound and it was difficult to clean. There are also medicines picked by my parents that have not been sold yet, including many herbal medicines for bruises, bruises, blood and stasis. I picked some and boiled water, cleaned the wound with water to prevent inflammation, and then applied my father's own The white medicine prepared, and then wrapped with a bandage, I saw my father treat it like this when he was injured when I was a child, and I don’t know if it will be useful for such a serious injury. His right index finger and middle finger are unusually long. Coordinated, a little deformed, how can such hands wear gloves in winter, I can't help laughing when I think about it, I think I care too much!After wrapping up the wound, I put on father's clothes, which I picked out at a brand-name store before I came back this time. My father is about the same height as him, so the length is quite suitable, but this guy's clothes are a little too loose, and he doesn't wear clothes. I can only wear it first.

After putting on his clothes, he drank some hot water and slumped on the chair beside him tired. At this time, it was completely dark outside, and the night in the mountains was like a puddle of spilled ink.I was afraid that he would be hungry when he woke up, so I made some porridge and drank two bowls myself.

Early the next morning, I woke up and thought for a long time before I could recover. It turned out that I was in the bedroom of my hometown. This room was where I lived when I was a child. My father made a large area for stacking dried herbs, and the whole room was filled with The fragrance of medicinal herbs, I suddenly thought of the person I rescued yesterday. It was like a dream, I hurriedly got up, and pushed open the door of another room. I was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, I couldn't help laughing at it, fearing that he would die again, I sniffed his breath again, it was already calm and strong, I believe it's all right.

For the next two days, he fell asleep all the time, and occasionally fed him some water. He didn't feel conscious. He changed his medicine twice, but he didn't wake up. It seems that his physical strength has been exhausted for too long, so he needs to rest well a period of time.

I turned on my computer when I was idle and had nothing to do. There was no internet at home, so I didn’t know what was going on in Hangzhou. I clicked on a folder, and it was full of materials I was about to publish, as well as real names of people. No wonder he He hates me so much, I believe that even if he can't ruin his reputation once this book is published, it can also make him suffer some criticism.These materials come from the teacher who knocked on my door nervously in the middle of the night, gave me a USB flash drive and ran away, and told me to disclose the information in it if something happened to him.I can't forget the teacher's expression at that time, frightened and as if he had made a great determination.

The author has something to say:

I like this chapter very much, because I kissed him.