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The forest area on the back mountain is much bigger than everyone imagined. I don't know how long I have walked into the forest area, and there is still endless green in front of me.

In some places, the branches are interlaced and coiled back and forth, and it is difficult to walk an inch while holding an umbrella. It takes a long circle to barely penetrate.The deeper you go, the thicker the dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground accumulate.

Busy hiding from the branches protruding from the top of her head, Zhang Ailin fell into the dead leaf pit without paying attention.

There was nothing around her that she could rely on, so she slowly bent down, put her hands on the ground, and pulled the sunken leg outward.

"You can grab me."

Zhou Zhou heard the voice here, hurried over, squatted down, and handed his arms to Zhang Ailin.

"Need not."

"You have to spend a lot of energy yourself, I can hold it, it's okay."

Zhang Ailin raised her head, glanced at Zhou Zhou, and finally failed to refuse. She put the umbrella in her hand at an angle by her feet, grabbed Zhou Zhou's arm with both hands, and pushed her left foot hard on the ground. On Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth, squatted down, and tightly grabbed the thick branch protruding obliquely with one hand, and the other hand not only had to hold the umbrella, but also bear Zhang Ailin's strength.

Finally, Zhang Ailin got out of the pit, and the original snow-white trousers were covered with mud.

In less than a minute, Zhou Zhou felt that all her strength was exhausted, and a thin layer of sweat was formed on her body, mixed with the rainwater, and it was all intertwined on the clothes on her back.

"Tsk." Zhang Ailin gasped, looking at the mud all over her body.

Starting from the bottom of the trousers, with a strong pull, the trouser leg of the right leg was torn apart, and continued upward, tearing off the part contaminated with mud.

After Meng Wenjun tied a strip of cloth on the tree trunk as a mark, he heard the sound of the cloth being torn, and hurried over. Seeing Zhang Ailin in a panic, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Stuck in."

Meng Wenjun nodded: "Everyone should pay attention, there are many more potholes here than when we first came in, and the dead leaves and mud inside are mixed together, so it's hard to get out.

In the past, Grandpa Jiangnan said that many trees were removed by the roots in the forest area due to pests. Maybe these potholes were left at that time. "

As he spoke, Meng Wenjun stretched out his hand to motion for Zhang Ailin, and gave him the torn fabric.

Zhang Ailin didn't understand, but she still handed it to him: "What do you want this for?"

Meng Wenjun put the umbrella on his neck, put his elbow against the umbrella handle, shook the mud on the cloth, and tore it into thin strips: "This forest is too big. If we keep going, we will get lost. We will get lost along the way." I'm marking the tree, and I'm almost done with my shirt, so I'm going to use you as a strip of cloth to continue marking."

Zhang Ailin looked at Meng Wenjun, a rag was draped over his shoulders, and only a white short sleeve was left on his body.

"When these cloth strips are used up again, we will return the same way." Meng Wenjun said.

Zhang Ailin asked: "What about Grandpa Jiangnan?"

Meng Wenjun paused: "When we return to the village, we will inform other people in the village and let everyone come to find it together. It's better than those of us who are not familiar with the terrain."

Zhou Zhou looked at Meng Wenjun, admiring him a little more in his heart.

"Well, since this is the case, let's go straight ahead."

The tall tree crowns are like clouds, forming one after another, covering the top of the head, blocking the speed and force of the rainwater falling layer by layer.

Even the raindrops as big as just now lose their swiftness in front of the giant network of trees connected together. The raindrops that can seep down under the canopy are all gentle raindrops that have been filtered.

Compared with this forest, the torrential rain seems to have lost the courage to bluff.

The sound of the collision between the leaves and the sound of raindrops, jumping from one tree to another, and then the other trees took over the continuous song. The dots are connected into lines, and then the lines are intertwined to form a star-studded network, echoing the voice of the empty valley.

Only the place where the three of them were was illuminated, and the sound seemed extremely frightening.

The sky gradually darkened, but the rain on the top of the head still did not stop.

Zhou Zhou held the flashlight nervously, looking at the road under his feet, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Grandpa Jiangnan!"

When she turned the light of the flashlight into the distance, the gap between the tree trunks was black, and the trunk in the distance appeared faintly in the gap, like a huge eye.

She forcefully pushed the thought out of her mind, not letting the wild thoughts disturb the already difficult journey.

But as the sky became darker and darker, when the last bright thing was only the light from three people, the fear in her heart rushed out again, hiding in her throat and looking out, the only thing she could do , that is, shouting louder and louder, as if beating a drum for yourself:

"Grandpa Jiangnan!"

From the very beginning, Zhang Ailin saw that Zhou Zhou's movements became extremely cautious, and her steps slowed down with Zhou Zhou, looking in her direction from time to time.

She didn't expect that Zhou Zhou looked so weak and small, and sometimes it always surprised people.

Looking back at Meng Wenjun's direction again, he saw that there was not much fabric left in his hand, and he was tearing the big strips into smaller ones with reluctance.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhou Zhou screamed.

Zhang Ailin and Meng Wenjun hurriedly ran towards Zhou Zhou, shouting in unison: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhou stood on the spot, holding the umbrella handle tightly, and the flashlight shone on the pile of fallen leaves not far away.

Among the fallen leaves lay a long snake, its scales and eyes glistening in the light.

The snake spat out snake letters, twisted its body slowly, and was tentatively crawling towards Zhou Zhou.

The panic that had been accumulated in my heart for a long time broke out completely at this moment, my whole body seemed to be imprisoned by cement, my legs couldn't use any strength, and my whole body froze in place, motionless.

She watched the long snake getting closer and closer to her.

With the light of Zhou Zhou's flashlight, Zhang Ailin saw the long snake, quickly put down the umbrella in her hand, broke off the branch protruding beside her, held it in her hand, and quickly flashed in front of Zhou Zhou, blocking her. behind.

Then he waved the long branch in his hand and swung it towards the snake in a circle.

The smaller branches on the branch hooked up the body of the snake. Under Zhang Ailin's force, the snake was thrown into the air, and then slammed to the ground farther away.

After falling to the ground, it twisted its body frantically, and after twisting twice, it got into the pile of dead leaves and fled.

Zhang Ailin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, threw the branch forward, turned around, and asked Zhou Zhou, "Are you all right?"

At that moment, Zhou Zhou couldn't hear any voice except her voice, and couldn't see everything in the world except her. He could only hear her and see her.

Zhou Zhou felt that there was a solid city wall in her heart, which collapsed suddenly, and the dust raised up scratched her heart.

All the images of meeting this person in front of her, like reefs on the beach when the tide ebbs, clearly appeared in her mind.

She finally understood what that mixed feeling of sweetness and bitterness was.

I like it.

I want to monopolize Zhang Ailin's liking alone.

"Zhou Zhou?"

Meng Wenjun's voice woke her up.

Zhou Zhou turned around and faced Meng Wenjun.

Suddenly understanding his own mind, Xiaolu dared not look into her eyes with his heart that was rushing wildly.Simply turn around.

"It's okay, it's okay." Meng Wenjun comforted Zhou Zhou when he caught a glimpse of Zhou Zhou's ruddy eyes.

Seeing Meng Wenjun's sympathetic expression, Zhou Zhou realized that his eyes were full of tears, and hurriedly hid aside to wipe Zhang Ailin's hair from the edge of the umbrella.

Zhang Ailin felt the pain, and Zhou Zhou apologized quickly.

"sorry Sorry!"

Zhang Ailin raised the umbrella that fell to the ground, shook off the rainwater accumulated on it, raised it again, and pulled the scattered wet hair behind her ears.

"Let's go back, it's too dangerous."

Meng Wenjun's proposal was supported by two others.

When preparing to leave, Zhang Ailin still reluctantly looked back at the endless woods.

"What's wrong?" Meng Wenjun asked.

"Will he be all right?"

"Most definitely."

Although there are endless worries in my heart, facing the pouring rain, the unknown forest, and even the route is not clear, it is meaningless to move forward.

"Grandpa Jiangnan!" Zhang Ailin called out to the forest behind her again, her voice was drowned in the darkness, and even the echo was minimal.

"Let's go." Meng Wenjun sighed and patted her on the back.

"Grandpa Jiangnan!"

Zhang Ailin was already on the way back, but she still refused to give up searching, walking and shouting.

Zhou Zhou responded to Zhang Ailin, their voices rang alternately in the forest, Meng Wenjun could hear that Zhou Zhou's voice was already hoarse, and he signaled her not to call anymore, but she was stubborn and refused to give up.

Meng Wenjun followed the two of them, recalling the time when he came here, but in just a few days, it seemed like a long time had passed.Thinking about it, it's like dreaming.

He felt a great sense of detachment, as if he had been disconnected from his previous life these days.

All emotions are real, and everything you do is done because you want to do it, not because you should do it.

He even had a sense of unreality, and sometimes he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

It wasn't until everyone returned home that Wang Sheng ran out in a hurry and told him "Xiao Man is lost", that he was morbidly relieved.The pain he was used to usually returned to him, and he believed that he was not dreaming.

"Xiao Man is lost!"

Good luck.

The suffering is still there.

Respect the sincerity bestowed by the heaven!