The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the cicadas and birds chirping all around seemed to be weak, and these little things seemed to be sleepy. Yang Zhen looked down at the grass, silently.
Tie Zhu then raised his head and looked at the sky:
"Xiao Shitou, it's getting late. I have to go to the city again to find some food."
"Ah," Yang Zhen woke up from her deep thoughts, "Brother Tiezhu, I want to stay here for a while, otherwise, you can leave first."
"Okay, this is not far from the Taoist temple. You can go back by yourself later. I have to leave quickly."
After Tie Zhu finished speaking, he turned around and left. Yang Zhen watched him climbing over the slope in a hurry. She was moved and suddenly shouted:
"Brother Tiezhu... tomorrow... I will go to the city with you... to find food!"
"Okay!" The voice came from far away, Tie Zhu raised his hand and disappeared behind the mountain.
Yang Zhen continued to look at the grass in front of her, and continued her thoughts just now:
"First of all, what Tie Zhu said is correct. 'I' should have rolled down this hillside. There are broken twigs here to prove this. Secondly, when 'I' fell down, I must have I didn't hit the rock... As for how I ended up lying on the rock later... 'I' should have gotten up first, and then fainted... That's not right, the rock is pretty hard to knock on, even if I fainted , the same will lead to a bloody head... Could it be that 'I' discovered something, so I crawled to the stone, leaned on it and passed out... was it poisoning?"
Was I poisoned? Yang Zhen trembled and quickly looked at her palms. She had washed her hands at the well just now. Her small hands were pale and slender, and she could see the blue blood vessels under the skin. It doesn't look like he was poisoned.
It's also possible that... I fainted from hunger next to a rock, was hungry and tired, and then died suddenly while leaning on the rock... This inference seems more reliable... However, although I was hungry, I didn't look skinny, either. Just not hungry enough. If he is an old man, he may go into shock twice due to being so hungry and tired, but a child should not...unless the body has some underlying disease? ...That would be bad luck.
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I can’t go back no matter how much I think about it, just let fate take its course.
Yang Zhen smiled brightly and decided not to think about it anymore. However, the little remaining curiosity still drove him to walk to the stone and look left and right. The stone was ordinary. He tried pushing it and found that the stone was not heavy. He slowly pushed it aside, revealing something underneath.
What was pressed under the stone was a small stone, about the size of a thumb, flat, blue-grey, and it looked like a part that had fallen from the big stone. The small stone was round and smooth, and it felt heavy in my hands. I pushed it hard to both sides with my hands, and it was hard and hard.
interesting!
Your name is Xiao Shitou, and I found it at the place where you died. This is also fate. I will keep it as a souvenir!
Yang Zhen put the small stone into her arms, stood up, and left this place in the direction Tie Zhu had just walked.
There was a path on the hillside, and they came here along this path. One side of the path leads to the Taoist temple, and the other side stretches to nowhere.
"I" should have come from here that day... Yang Zhen estimated that it was about two or three o'clock in the afternoon. It was still early and there was nothing to do when I went back. It was better to walk in the opposite direction of the Taoist Temple and take a look. , maybe something else can be discovered.
The path is about one person wide, and it can be seen that few people usually walk on it, and many places have been taken over by weeds on both sides of the road. The mountain road is winding, and there is a forest in front of it. The sun shines through the layers of leaves, and the light and shadow are whirling. It is dark and deep, and it is a completely different world from the scorching sun just now.
After walking for half a mile, there was a faint roaring sound ahead, like the sound of a waterfall. Yang Zhen loved traveling in her previous life and had seen many famous mountains, rivers, waterfalls and springs.
Maybe this waterfall can help me identify where it is. Yang Zhen thought of this and couldn't help but muster up the energy to continue walking forward.
After walking for a while, the roar got closer and closer, as if it was right next to my ears. After climbing over a gentle slope, we came out of the woods. The location of the sound was suddenly revealed in front of Yang Zhen.
That was not a waterfall, but a turbulent river, at the foot of the mountain where I was. The river is mighty and mighty, rushing towards a distance that even as far as the eye can see, there is no end. The river is even wider, and only some shadows of the other side can be vaguely seen on the mountain.
However, this is not the most surprising thing for Yang Zhen. What really makes Yang Zhen stunned is a bridge. On this river, which is three or four times wider than the Yangtze River in the previous life, there is a bridge, like a giant dragon, spanning the river, connecting the sky, and extending to the far other side.
There is no such wide river on earth! No ancients on earth could have accomplished such a feat!
Yang Zhen finally realized at this moment: This is not the earth, she is in a world completely different from the ancient earth!
Yang Zhen was a college student at the end of the last century and had not yet been influenced by the vigorous time-travel trend at the beginning of the 21st century. In other words, his understanding of time-travel was not even as good as that of a middle school student twenty years later. In terms of adapting to a new identity, they are far less comfortable than the time-traveling armies of later generations.
The only time-traveling predecessor he knew was Xiang Shaolong from "Xun Qin Ji", so in his mind, he always thought that he had returned to the ancient earth. Although it is not the familiar scenery, familiar life, or familiar people, as long as you are on the earth, you are still in your hometown.
The only place where my heart feels safe is my hometown!
Even if you die in the future, there is still hope of dreaming back for thousands of years and your soul returning.
But now, he is actually in a completely different world, a world that is hundreds of millions of kilometers away from his home earth, and separated by countless starry skies! At this moment, Yang Zhen felt completely lonely, just like the fish leaving the water she was familiar with and the singing cicada being sent to the desolate desert. It was a kind of confusion, complete abandonment of loneliness!
Where is home?
Where am I?
Can I still go back?
Yang Zhen felt that all the strength in her body had disappeared. He sat down slumped and looked at the river at the foot of the mountain, motionless and silent for a long time...
…
There are dozens of fishing boats, large and small, on the river.
These fishing boats are all close to the river bank, and they are not far from the shore. The farthest one is probably only a hundred feet away from the center of the river. Compared with this extremely wide river, this distance is almost insignificant. The river was turbulent, the waves were turbulent, and the fishing boats were rising and falling. From time to time, some people were casting fishing nets into the river, while others were picking up their catch.
Yang Zhen kept watching this, and her gloomy and depressed mood gradually improved. Take care of what you have come, and as long as you work hard, just like these fishermen, he will definitely be able to live well in this strange foreign land!
At this time, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the river, and a big fish emerged from the mountainous waves beside a fishing boat. The fish looked as big as half a boat, and its head took up half of its body. It opened its big mouth and sucked hard at the fisherman on the boat, and the man flew towards the fish head involuntarily!
The fisherman was not without any precautions. He was holding a harpoon in his hand. Although his body was in the air, the harpoon was thrust upwards close to his head. It was obvious that he wanted to fight to the death with this big fish. But the fish made a clever flash, and the wave it brought up rolled towards the fisherman, and then he was thrown into the river, and disappeared in the water in an instant...
