Because except for the Han people in Fang Yun, the living thing method crossed the carriage with him and could not bring it back, so as to pack two big boxes of things that he wanted to take away and carry them himself.
At this time, it should have been Daqi in November, and most of the sparse leaves in the forest are withered and you can see the vast night.
Tonight, the starlight in the moon is sparse, only three or two points adorn the horizon.
I remember going to another world. Yunhan is rushing back to Donghai Group Road from northern Xinjiang. This is where he left at that time.
But in this situation, he couldn’t tell the direction, so he thought about it and took the two big boxes to the high ground.
If you find traces of towns and villages, go and ask for directions.
If you can’t find it, it’s good to find a place with a wide view on the top of the mountain and overlook the jungle until sunrise.
But before reaching the top of the mountain, Fang Yunhan caught a glimpse of a little more fire in the height.
When we walk more than a dozen steps, the surrounding vegetation suddenly comes in front of a piece of artificial trimming and tamping, and a temple comes into view.
This temple is small in scale, but it is not shabby. There is not much cobweb dust on the eaves and walls. It must be that people often come to worship and clean it.
The third-grade bluestone steps in front of the door were also wet and smooth by dew, and the mottled roof tiles with red paint columns were covered with a layer of frost.
In front of the temple, some dim and black gravel was laid, which was rammed into the soil and arranged neatly on both sides to form a road.
However, this "road" is not long from the stone steps in front of the temple to 30 paces, and there is no sign of artificial compaction and trimming. The weeds are often trampled to form several bare traces, and the tortuous path continues the gravel road from the forest to the mountain.
Fang Yunhan saw the temple when he first saw it. On the right front of the temple, he could see a short figure fiddling with the bonfire, but he couldn’t see clearly. When he went around to the front of the temple and stepped on the gravel road, the people in the temple immediately became alert and showed their appearance.
It was a girl who was a little embarrassed, dressed in coarse cloth and narrow sleeves. She was about nineteen years old, and her eyebrows were pretty and her facial features were very recognizable, but she should have never done anything to maintain her skin color, and she had a kind of sunburned brown color.
Her long hair is tight and clumsy, and three or four bamboo branches are propped on her head to fix her left eye. How many scratches are there? Her left forearm is simply tied and fixed with branches and cloth, which looks like a fracture injury.
And in her right hand, she was carrying a polished and swaying wood knife, reflecting the light of the bonfire.
The girl’s slightly bent feet is a kind of jumping out at any time, but she is stunned after seeing Fang Yunhan’s appearance.
A handsome boy appeared in the middle of the night wearing expensive clothes and carrying two boxes bigger than himself.
Anyone who looks at it feels strange
She asked, "What do you do?"
"Don’t be nervous. I’m not a bad guy. I’m lost in the mountains. I want to rest here for one night when I see a fire here."
Fang Yunhan was a little curious and deliberately gathered his skirt and said, "It’s a little cold outside. Do you mind if I come in?"
"You are not a bad person?" The girl chanted, raised her right hand and showed a tiger tooth smile. "Then aren’t you afraid that I am a bad person?"
She asked a question, but before Fang Yunhan could answer, she smiled and said, "I’m not the temple. Come in."
In the temple, the idol is a kind-hearted old man with a cane in his right hand and a gold ingot in his left hand. There is a small incense burner in front of it, and there are still some incense sticks that will be extinguished before they are burned out.
The fire is some distance from the incense table and closer to the threshold.
Fang Yunhan bypassed the fire and put the two boxes in the corner when he entered the door.
The girl quietly looked at the two boxes and saw that they all landed lightly when they were carried. There was no sound at all. Did she whisper to herself about the boxes? Wooden cases are not that easy, are they?
Fang Yunhan looked back and saw that the first three straw mats in the table sweetmeats conveniently pulled one over and sat on the other side of the fire.
He reached close to the flame to keep warm and smiled at the girl on the other side of the fire. "You gave birth to this fire, right? Thank you."
The girl didn’t respond. She first looked at the straw mat where Yunhan was sitting, and then looked down at it. She just sat directly on the floor, and her eyes were dusty, so she couldn’t help showing a little chagrin. She also walked over and kicked a straw mat to sit.
There is a bow and two arrows beside her.
But the two arrows are now wearing steamed buns and sweet potatoes.
The girl’s left hand is inconvenient to put the firewood knife behind her, and the right hand grabs both arrows and puts them into the flame to bake.
Fang Yunhan observed her intentionally and found that she was not only physically injured, but also had not slept for a long time. Her eyes were slightly blue and she almost closed her eyes several times as a child.
That kind of strong support not to sleep in the past and close to the limit makes people feel that she may pass out in a flash.
Steamed bread and sweet potato were almost licked by fire when they fell.
Fang Yunhan: "If you are too sleepy, you can have a rest. How about I bake it for you?"
When the girl heard the sound, she straightened her head and looked at the opposite smile. The palm of her hand was slow to respond with a "no, I’m fine."
Say that finish this sentence girl to really become a lot of spirit.
She pressed her lips tightly and gradually oozed tiny sweat from her face. The fire shone along the lines of her face and gathered at the bar position. Her eyes were fixed on the food near the fire and her right hand was firmly grasped.
It was Fang Yunhan who noticed that her left arm was more closely pressed against the hard knee, which was probably just pressed against the wound position. The left hand fingers trembled slightly and the sleeves were stained with blood a little deeper.
I’d rather hurt without moving my face. God neglected to leave sequelae for the injured arm. Maybe her vigilance is abnormal.
Suddenly Fang Yunhan’s ear moved slightly and turned to look at the door.
The girl noticed that he was always looking over.
Outside the temple, the forest was quiet, and occasionally a few wolves howled for a long time and didn’t see anything.
The girl looked back and was about to look at the fire ear again. At this moment, some vines were broken and young trees were hit and rustling.
"hmm? ！”
She turned her head sharply again.
Rolling and crawling out of the forest, a muddy man tripped and fell on the gravel road.
The man was covered with grass debris, water and mud, and I don’t know how far he came from, but he threw himself down and took a breath with his elbow, so he bounced up very sensitively.
He also saw a few strides in the temple fire and went straight to the threshold. The fire reflected a rather honest middle-aged face.
"Are you a mountain hunter …?"
The middle-aged man blurted out a sentence when he first saw the girl’s costume and then turned to see Fang Yunhan, so he couldn’t help but pause.
The girl’s clothes are normal, but this young man is out of place with this small mountain temple in any way.
But the middle-aged man ran away all the way, tired and hungry, and he didn’t worry too much. He took out a string of copper coins from his pocket and said, "Little girl, I’ll give you all this money. Please give it to me."
He handed money in his left hand, and his right hand was not afraid of scalding, so he was going to grab the steamed bread directly.
The girl shrank her hands and pinched the arrow shaft. The sharp arrow turned to the middle-aged man and said coldly, "This thing is not for sale."
"This money is enough for you to buy sixty or seventy steamed buns!" The middle-aged man’s Adam’s apple slipped like he was hungry. "I’m a disciple of Xuanwu Tiandao. I’m here to help you get rid of those crazy beasts and eat two pieces of you before I can continue to deal with that wolf cub."
Hearing the familiar noun Fang Yunhan looked at the middle-aged man with some surprise.