When I first came in, I almost squatted in, but the further I walked in, the straighter I stood.
The entrance to the cave is not only high, but also very large.
The most important thing is that it doesn’t leak inside!
I put the basket on the ground, wiped the water from my face, and exclaimed: "It's like a sunny day inside, it's so amazing!"
The old man took off his shirt and twisted it hard to apply the water: "We have actually entered the heart of the mountain."
"The heart of the mountain? Isn't that the inside of the mountain?"
"That's right!" He shook his clothes vigorously and said proudly: "How about you have no experience? If you really go down the mountain, you won't even have a place to hide."
As he spoke, he had gathered some dead grass and dry firewood from near the entrance of the cave, and took out two irregular flints from his pocket.
"Click, click, click..."
The sound of flint hitting was endless, and an orange-yellow flame suddenly appeared.
The warm firelight reflected his dark face. The old man took a breath of enjoyment and waved to me again.
"Don't be stunned. Take off your clothes quickly. It's rainy and cold in the mountains. Don't get a fever."
Two branches were set up in front of the cave, and our clothes were placed on the fire.
This is the first time I feel that firelight can be so warm.
"Are you hungry?"
The old man squatted by the fire, rubbed his hands, and tilted his head to ask me.
I had been running all the way just now, but I didn't know how hungry or cold I was. Now that I was no longer nervous, I was indeed sleepy and hungry.
He chuckled, turned around and took out a handful of different mushrooms from his backpack.
The mushrooms pierced on the branches are fragrant on the fire, but the sizzling sound is enough to make people fascinated.
"Here."
The old man politely handed the roasted mushrooms to me.
I swallowed hard and said, "I'm allergic to mushrooms."
"It's really strange that there are people who are allergic to mushrooms."
He glanced at me, then brought the mushroom to his mouth, took a big mouthful, and chewed it with a look of satisfaction on his face.
I'm almost starving for it, but I can't eat it.
From the very beginning, my master told me that I should be cautious when going out.
The so-called two minds are curiosity and greed.
Try to ask as little as possible about things that have nothing to do with you, so as not to cause unnecessary disasters.
Don't eat food given by strangers. Don't end up ruining your life because of greed.
These two sentences are always on my mind and I dare not relax at all.
The old man took one bite after another, and the food tasted delicious.
Simply, out of sight and out of mind, I gathered some dry grass from the ground, used it as a mattress, and lay down directly on it.
Half asleep and half awake, something suddenly shook me.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was the old man picking mushrooms.
"Stop sleeping, something is coming."
As soon as I heard this, I immediately became energetic and quickly stood up against the wall.
"Ouch..."
Waves of wolf howls sounded near the entrance of the cave, and I felt like my hairs stood on end like summer grass.
"Y-is it a wolf?"
"right."
"What a thief!" the old man cursed angrily and threw my clothes over: "The rain is so heavy that the animals in the mountains don't come out. They have nothing to eat."
He put on his clothes haphazardly and shouted angrily: "These beasts must have been attracted by the scent of mushrooms."
The house leaked early and it rained all night, and the boat encountered a strong wind late in the day.
It was still raining outside. I was already trapped in the mountains, and I was about to be chased by wolves again at night.
What's going on!
"Let's go, let's go."
The old man carried the bamboo basket on his back and urged impatiently.
I looked at the fire on the ground and hesitated: "Didn't you say that wolves are afraid of fire? Wouldn't we be safer here?"
"Listen to the noise outside!"
I tilted my ears and listened carefully for a long time, but I couldn't hear any clues.
"Three long and one short, right?"
When the old man asked, I felt it: "What do you mean by this?"
"This is a wolf whistle, which means more than just wolves are coming."
These words gave me goosebumps: "What else?"
"Awkward."
I've heard of this before. Wolves are good at fighting, while Yan is born with a disability and runs very slowly, but has a good brain.
The so-called embarrassing work for a woman refers to the two of them.
The old man stuck his head out of the hole and whispered: "Run uphill in a while."
I immediately complained. In such a wet mountainous area, I had to run uphill. If I didn't fall to death, it would be considered a merit of my ancestors.
"Can't you run down the mountain?"
"The wolf's forelimbs are short, making it difficult to run uphill. If you run downhill, it can fly more than three meters in one step. Can you outrun it?"
At this time, the green eyes had arrived in front of me. At a glance, I saw at least a dozen pairs.
Damn it, this is a wolf pack!
I suddenly thought of a person, the first grade of junior high school.
There is no thunder in this cave, and she will not be afraid. As long as she appears, what can ten thousand wolves do?
I touched my chest and my heart suddenly sank.
The pendant is lost!
