Lost Continent

The riverside is cold and rotten to the bone. Looking at it from a distance, the ice surface is like a huge mirror, beautiful, smooth and clear.

When Fu Feng came over, he saw the young man sitting in the snow with his back to him, separated from the lively atmosphere of lighting a fire and grilling fish by a gully, looking a little lonely and withdrawn.

Little Hay, who went to report the news, was very happy. He jumped happily in the snow. Grandma said that witches are gods in the sky.

Wu came, Lin will definitely get better.

"Mom!"

Following Hay's shout, the busy clansmen all looked over, they didn't know what would happen next, they were curious.

The companions are all praising Hayi for being so powerful that he can bring the witch over.

Cuckoo hummed twice, and dragged Hay with his hand, and the two rolled in the snow.

Hay is smaller than Cuckoo and not as tall as him, but his strength completely follows Harley's, and he looks the same when he is ruthless.

Kicking the son who had rolled to her side, telling him to stop making trouble, Hay's mother walked over, wiped the animal skin skirt with her hands, and said anxiously, "Wu, Lin..."

Fu Feng raised his lowered eyelids, as if he had just come out of meditation, he waved his hands, and walked behind the young man.

"Forest."

His shoulder moved slightly, Lin Yi wiped away the tears on his face, he was very sad.

The old man is only in his 50s at most, and his bones are not bad. He has a few old injuries that have gradually healed up under his treatment. reality.

"Uncle Man is gone." Getting up from the ground, Lin Yi turned to face Fu Feng, his voice was hoarse, "You hide from me."

The young man's eyes were red and his lips were tightly pursed, a little pitiful, Fu Feng raised his hand and touched the top of the other's hair lightly.

Lin Yi froze, he grabbed Fu Feng's hand suddenly, "The snow has stopped, Uncle Man may still be alive, you go back and divination..."

His eyes fell on the hand that was holding him tightly, Fu Feng said, "I can't live."

"What if?" Lin Yi squeezed out an ugly smile, "Uncle Man knows everything, he told me how Xuetian can make a fire the fastest, and..."

"Lin." Frowning, Fu Feng said gently, "He wants to leave."

Lin opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He let go of his hand, yes, the other party insisted on leaving without telling him, his attitude was resolute and stubborn, and he would definitely not hide somewhere and wait for someone to come over.

The old man had his own pride, he knew it early on.

Fu Feng said, "Everyone will go."

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, Lin Yi asked, "Are you going too?"

Fu Feng didn't answer, he looked away from Lin Yi and looked into the distance.

When the hunting team came back at noon, Harley said they found Uncle Man.

As soon as Lin heard the back, his whole body trembled, and he yelled angrily, "Why didn't you bring him back?"

Back from the river, he ran out of the village alone. Although the snow had stopped, there were many footprints on the snow, which were messy and confusing.

All I could do was turn my eyes black, search aimlessly, and shout as I walked.

The snow was thick and it was difficult to walk. He searched for a long time but couldn't find it. He originally planned to go again in the afternoon.

Seeing the young man get angry for the first time, everyone including Harley was a little dazed.

It's a bit scary to lose your temper when you see someone who usually laughs at everyone.

Harley also shouted, "He's dead!"

Drew frowned, just as he was about to stop it, he noticed the gaze from the opposite side, and he didn't speak again.

The meal was spent in a very depressing atmosphere. The Xiong people only worried about whether the weather was getting colder and whether there was enough food.

For the clan and family, each of them will leave secretly like Uncle Man, no difference.

Only Lin Yi was sad, he still couldn't accept the survival rules here.

Half a person's height of wormwood stretched out, half submerged in the thick snow, swaying to and fro, the whole forest looked cold and empty.

On the east side of the forest, near the exit, there is a soil bag, standing alone in the white snow.

Lin Yi knelt down and kowtowed a few times, pouring out all the white liquid in the bamboo cup.

It flows from the bark of a kind of tree. The old man likes to drink it, and the men and women in the clan also like it. It is as spicy as white wine.

"Uncle Man, let's go."

The snow started to fall again, and it was as expected as what Fu Feng said, and it was more accurate than the weather forecast.

The cold wind blew on his face, as if being scratched by a knife, and his eyebrows were soon covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Lin Yi sighed, if he had crossed over earlier and food would no longer be a problem, Uncle Man would not have left.

He knew that if he was replaced by other old people in the village, he would still be sad, but not this sad.

On the surface, the Uncle Man who scolded him for disliking him has left, and now there is only one Fu Feng who is willing to take him in.

Lin Yi pinched the bridge of his nose a few times. Life and death are impermanent and always changeable. He felt that he had to do something.

Thinking about it this way, a thought was instantly magnified, urging him on.

Lin Yi quickened his pace. When he entered the village, his feet were already scratched by cats. The animal skin covered with snow was covered with a lot of snow, and some of them fell into the binding hole, and his legs were a little stiff.

Hearing the women talking on the side of the road in Qingxue, Lin Yi asked casually, "What's wrong?"

One of the women said, "Bebe is dying."

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. He was fine at noon, so he changed direction without hesitation.

When he rushed over, the girl on the bed groaned chaotically in pain, pressed her lower abdomen with her hands, her legs were bent in front of her chest, her back was arched together, her face was pale and bloodless.

The house smelled of blood and vomit.

As soon as Lin guessed something, his face changed slightly, he leaned over and wrapped the animal skin around Beibei, and asked Beibei's mother to boil hot water quickly.

"Lin, grandpa is looking for a witch." The tall and burly man is Beibei's eldest brother, Ayou.

Lin Yi hummed, and put his fingers on the pulse of Beibei's wrist.

Beibei, who had her eyes tightly closed, was alert, "You...what are you doing?"

There is still strength in the pain, Lin glanced at her, and slowly concentrated.

A moment later he let out a sound from his nose, and sure enough.

"Ayou, go there and tell Fu Feng that you want ginger." When he found the sharp-leaf grass, he knew it was ginger.

Fu Feng said it was inedible and poisonous, and he laughed for a long time at that time.

Ayu was stunned, he heard right just now, what did Lin call Wu?

Lin Yi was helpless, "Ayou?"

The big guy was still a little dizzy, "What, what?"

Lin Yi raised his voice, "Jiang."

"I'm going now." After saying that, he strode out.

Seeing that all kinds of domineering people would convulse in pain, Lin Yi frowned, "Does it hurt like this every time?"

Beibei bit her lower lip and said nothing.

"Eat less snow, if you know how to soak your feet..." There was only one voice in the room, with an unhappy tone.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Lin Yi lowered his head and picked his fingers, and said lazily.

With a shock, Beibei moved her lips, but remained silent.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from outside. As soon as Lin walked out, he blinked at Fu Feng, and after making eye contact, he went back first.

There was an episode in the middle, the impulsiveness and excitement disappeared, and all reason returned to its place. Lin peeled off the two pieces of animal skins on his feet and replaced them with dry ones.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze, Lin Yi's thoughts went a little far.

He became an orphan in the first year of junior high school, and then he lived in his uncle's house. His aunt didn't like him, she often flirted with him, and occasionally got beaten.

I went to other places when I was in high school, and over time, I didn't have much contact with my uncle's family.

Now he is doing well, better than before, and he sleeps with a warm bed

"Could it be so natural that it becomes a habit?" Lin Yi said to himself, "There is no such strong desire."

Sleeping on the same bed, the body will definitely touch, Lin Yi pursed his lips in annoyance, he didn't think about that.

"I'm still too honest."

This will be done intentionally, thinking of Fu Feng's slightly hoarse voice, his always calm eyes, his warm breath, his strong waist, and his two long legs...

Lin Yi licked his lips and felt something.

He tried to rummage through the pile of medical books in his mind for something about emotion.

If you want to determine whether you like someone, you can try whether you can accept the other person's shortcomings.

"shortcoming……"

Thinking about it hurts my head, but I can't think of any shortcomings of Fufeng, Lin Yi gave up and fell on the bed.

When Fu Feng came back, he smelled a smell of medicine, he put down the leather bag in his hand and walked over.

Passing the bowl forward, Lin Yi said, "It's for the cold."

After drinking with his head raised, Fu Feng pursed his lips, as if he was enduring something.

After coughing twice, Lin Yi rubbed his hands, pretending to ask casually, "Fufeng, do you have someone you like?"

Fu Feng shook his head, he didn't understand what liking meant, he would understand as soon as possible.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Lin Yi's nervous breathing was unsteady, and his palms were sweating.

"What do you think about me?"

Fu Feng tightened his jaw, opened the curtain and vomited.

"..."