Husband, Have Dinner

For the time being... safe.

His strength dissipated, his legs and feet couldn't be lifted even though he wanted to lift them, so sore and soft, as if they didn't belong to him anymore.

She was tired, hungry and sleepy.

The mountain wind blows, and the wet cloth sticks to her body along the wind, so that A Yao is so cold to dispel sleepiness.

The human danger is gone, but there is still the danger of the mountains and forests, and this place can't sleep to death.

"I was obviously running in the gym, why did I come to this ghost place in the blink of an eye?" A Yao shook her head, she couldn't figure it out.

Like other ordinary office workers, she also has sub-health, so she goes to the gym to exercise, jogs on the treadmill, and everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Why does she have the idea of ​​"I would rather die than go back"?

As soon as this thought came up, a scene appeared in his mind.

The thin child stood by the door and probed his head. A few people in the house talked, "Look at our Liuya, don't look at the small people, they can work."

"Just her? Her hair is sparse, she doesn't have a lot of flesh on her body, only 500 texts, there is no more."

She heard her name and touched her head, as if she didn't have a few hairs?

"Always money! Can't be less. I said, this girl is very capable and doesn't eat much."

"600 texts."

"Hey, let's go, let's not sell it, 600 wen, she does more than that at home, and we will have gift money in the future."

"Hey, the price is easy to negotiate..."

After murmured again, finally clapped his hands.

Soon after, a child ran over and whispered in her ear. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground with a pale face. After cooking that night, she took the opportunity to hide a pair of flint and fire sickles and a sweet potato, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Then she came.

sweet potato?

In the memory, the child hid sweet potatoes and flint in his arms, but hoped that they did not fall out when he crossed the river.

Ayao fumbled, but she didn't expect that there was really a raised hard object in her arms!

The sweet potato was hidden at the waist and was tightened tightly by the belt. Probably at that time, his attention was focused on escaping, instead of ignoring the feeling at the waist.

Heaven does not kill me!

The original body is very smart. Although she ran away in a hurry, she brought flint and sweet potatoes. She was worried about how to spend the long night in this perilous forest. It is good now, there is fire and food, so I can rest for a night and accumulate strength before leaving.

Digging a hole to put the pile of fallen leaves and dead branches in, Ayao used the pair of flint and flares to rub each other down. The sparks fell on the dead leaves and disappeared quickly. Even the smoke did not arise. She tried a few more times. At last, a small fire was finally raised.

The fire light illuminates her face, and the heat rushes toward her face.

Wash hands and branches, pass the sweet potatoes, place them on the fire and bake them, gradually overflowing with the sweet smell of sweet potatoes. She leaned closer and took a deep sniff. Her belly screamed and urged. She turned to the other side, and the scent became more and more intense. Seeing white smoke coming out of the epidermis, he quickly took it back, and couldn't wait to break the sweet potato in half.

The sweet potato that had just come down from the fire was very hot. Ayao put half of it on her clothes, **** for the warmth it brings, but refused to put down the other half. She switched her left and right hands alternately, waiting for it to get slightly cooler, and peel it away. The skin reveals golden flesh.

With a small bite, the hot melon flesh and the sweet taste of cotton sand are like the taste of roasted sweet potatoes given to her by her grandmother in the countryside in childhood. She missed home and wanted to go home.

The sweet potato is very small, let her chew it slowly and eat it in six or seven mouthfuls. A Yao licked her mouth, still not enough, but she still picked up the remaining half, which was reserved for tomorrow.

A Yao wiped the tears from her face and looked back to the other side of the stream. There was no one to chase after her.

The worries about the future are temporarily gone. But she still couldn't relax her mind, and found a half-human two-fingered thick branch to pluck the fire, and waited for the branch to burn and act as a torch, shining on the tree.

She was afraid of snakes on the tree.

This night, A Yao did not dare to close her eyes, shrank herself into a ball, kept adding firewood to the fire, listening to the crackling of the dead branches in the fire, and looking around from time to time to cheer herself up.

It is a very strange feeling to watch the sky gradually clear, the east is white, the clouds in the sky are dyed with colorful rays, but the west is late at night.

The first rays of light shone, and the scenery deep in the forest began to be seen clearly.

It's time to move on.

A Yao saw the reflection in the water by the stream, was stunned for a while, suddenly picked up a handful of water and poured it on her face. The cold stream was very refreshing, she wiped off the water on her face indiscriminately, and plucked a big leaf to hold the water. , Grilled on the fire, waited for the thin smoke to float on the surface of the water, the water droplets the size of shrimp eyes condensed under the water, can't wait to pour it into the mouth.

Pour the fire out and fill the pit, put away the flint and scythe, and walk down the stream.

The more you go down, the less water there is in the stream.

I don't know how long it has been, but the shadow was stepped on her feet. She heard someone talking not far away, and her first reaction was to find a big tree to hide, and looked at it.

The fat monk in a quilt carried two empty wooden barrels and walked down the stone steps to the stream, "My mother, all good things are cheap for him, and the painful and tired people count on me."

A Yao watched him come, watched him leave, and followed quietly.

The fat monk chuckled his breath and pushed the door into the temple.

A Yao looked up halfway up the mountain. The stone steps lead straight to the Renguang Temple hidden in the woods. He turned around and confirmed that no one was chasing him.

The temple door was ajar, she pushed in.

Old trees were planted on the side, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the yard was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves. When stepping on it, there was a rustle, and the cauldron was burning incense, facing the Buddhist hall. There was no one but her.

This feeling is a bit strange.

She worshiped the Buddha and heard a Buddha's name.

The burly, middle-aged monk in cassock walked out of the temple and looked Ayao up and down, "This little benefactor, why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

A Yao didn’t like the look in his eyes, so she was inexplicably fooled with her thoughts. "The believer and his parents lost all kinds of illnesses and accidentally separated. I didn’t expect to find a temple here. Please also ask the master to take in the believer for a while. If the parents have not come today, the believer will go down the mountain by herself tomorrow morning."

His eyes were sharp, he seemed to want to see through her, and then he smiled and said, "The Buddha has a good life, little benefactor, come with me."

He led the way, she lags behind, and never meets other monks and believers along the way.

A Yao is very uncomfortable. In her previous life, if she was with someone close to her, she would only pay attention to her surroundings. For this reason, she didn’t know how much she had been scolded by the two at home, but she was alone. She paid particular attention to the troubles of the week, especially with men. touch.

"Master, why don't you see other people?" she asked.

"Heh, the others are preparing lunch. Little benefactor, you rest here first, and I will have someone deliver food to you later." The monk opened the door of the wing and let Ayao rest in it.

After he left, Ayao's eyes were dark and she was pacing in the wing. There was a bed and bedding, and she had no idea of ​​going to sleep.

This temple is a bit strange.

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