Small Lingzhi

Wuqing Mountain is surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds all the year round, and the foot of the mountain stretches for several miles with misty peaks. If you are not a mountain dweller who has lived here for a long time and has rich experience, ordinary people will not go to the range of Wuqing Mountain alone.

Many villagers who have never been in the mountains came here rashly, and they could not find a way out of the foggy forest all night, and they were attacked by wild beasts in the mountains and died or their arms and legs were broken. Collecting in the mountains, there are very few people who go around to Wuqing Mountain.

The high mountains are long, and the huge valleys are empty and silent.

Mid-autumn is just over, and layers of withered and yellowed forest leaves spread across the mountain.

In the lower reaches of a mountain stream in the deep mountains, there are many white birds in the forest circling.

They flew around in groups, and landed on the cold spring stones in a short while, their claws hooked in front of the stone slabs and made a rattling sound.

A group of white birds tilted their heads and stared at a raised suspicious object with round eyes.

They extended their beaks to pick at the object, and the birds suddenly became excited, fluttering their white feathers and screaming, quacking, quacking, quacking.

Until the rustling sound came from the edge of the mountain stream, disturbing the white birds.

Groups of mountain birds picked up tattered strips from their beaks and flew away along the source of the sound, fluttering their wings and knocking down many withered and yellow forest leaves.

A pair of muddy, white feet stepped on the piles of yellow leaves in the withered forest. The slender boy stopped, opened his lips slightly, and looked up at the birds flying past his head.

The yellow leaves whirled and landed on the young man's forehead to cover his eyes, covering a pair of clear and star-like eyes, and another leaf stuck to his red lips.

He reached out to pick off the dead leaves at the corner of his mouth, his brows and eyes were like crescent moons, and he was smiling, staring at the leaves in the palm of his hand full of curiosity.

As if he had found something interesting, the boy chased the flying white forest bird.

He ran along the road, running faster and faster, with the rustling sound of the dead leaves under his feet, until he could no longer catch up with the birds, and he stopped a little lonely after he could no longer see the shadow of the white flowers.

The dry and warm sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the forest branches. The young man stared at the light spot on the back of his feet, put down the dead leaves, hugged the things wrapped in the big leaves in his arms, and continued walking towards the mountain stream.

The boy stopped by the water and took out a red fruit and a handful of grass from the big leaves.

The grass leaves were immersed in the water, taken out and shaken, and then according to the water droplets on the green leaves, they brought the grass leaves to the mouth, and began to bite in small bites.

The fresh and sweet taste of grass and trees made the young man lick the corners of his mouth, and the sweet and sweet taste made him bend his eyes comfortably and smile brightly.

He squatted on the rock beside the mountain stream, ate a handful of green grass with small mouthfuls and cherished it, and then picked up the remaining two red fruits and washed them carefully.

After washing the fruit, the young man picked up the red fruit and put it in front of him, with a look of reluctance in his eyes, obviously he was reluctant to bite them into his belly immediately.

It took him a lot of effort to pick these two red fruits, but in the end the boy couldn't bear to swallow them immediately, swallowed his saliva, carefully stuffed it into the pocket of his robe, and continued to pick some green grass along the water's edge to eat.

The young man ate his fill of the grass leaves that grew by the mountain stream, and he picked tender and sweet grass to eat, and his mouth was full of sweet and slightly astringent taste.

He touched his slightly distended belly, first sat on the stone slab under the sun and basked in the sun for a nap, heard the movement in the water, immediately got up, squatted quietly by the water spring, and looked at the water without blinking. Fish swimming around in it.

The young man's eyes contained longing and envy. He couldn't catch the nimble fish, and he was very afraid of deep water. He was too scared when he reached his knees, so he had to watch at the water's edge.

Xu Shi squatted for a long time, the boy looked dumb and harmless, a mountain white bird landed beside him, and stared at him.

The merle seemed more courageous than him, with a piece of cloth in its red beak, and raised its slender claws to approach him.

The young man squatted and took a few steps back, the mountain bird screamed loudly, shook off a few feathers, discarded all the cloth strips, and flew away with fluttering wings.

The young man held the white feathers of the mountain bird and a strip of colorless cloth in his palms, and turned his head to look at the fish that were still swimming in the water just now, but they had long since disappeared.

Holding the bird feather and the strip of cloth in his hand, he continued to move downstream.

The boy likes to wander aimlessly in this empty and long mountain. If he encounters fresh and uneaten grass leaves, he will stay in place for a few days, and leave as if he has eaten enough.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, day after day.

He stopped on a bank downstream, stepped on the wet mud with his feet, and his eyes fell happily on the schools of fishes that emerged.

For a long time, the posture of bending and squatting made the boy's back sore and his legs numb.

He had to leave this place, and when he was reluctant to leave, he suddenly turned his head and peeped in the direction of a bulge not far to the left.

The boy hugged the leaves and bird feathers wrapped in big leaves tightly in his arms, and took a few steps hesitantly.

The steps became smaller and smaller, and finally he turned his head and approached the raised unknown object.

He stared cautiously at the lying person in front of him. The person turned his back to him and couldn't see his face, so he slowly moved to the front of the other person.

The boy squatted down, his expression tangled.

He stretched out his hand and pushed, and it took some effort to turn the other side upside down. From head to toe, there was nothing good, it was tattered, and the clothes were probably damaged by birds in the forest.

His lips moved slightly, and he called out in a low voice, "Human."

The tattered man didn't respond at all, the clothes on his body were covered with muddy soil, and the strips of cloth were pecked by the beaks of the mountain birds.

A little flesh was exposed on the human body, and a faint smell of rotting blood poured into the boy's nostrils.

The boy squatted for a long time, then slowly pushed the other side again.

There was a little disappointment in his eyes, and his face was numb.

The boy's speech was jerky, and he muttered to himself: "Man, are you dead..."

After a while, a bird with long tail and green feathers landed next to him, chirping, as if imitating a human voice calling for Ganoderma lucidum.

Lingzhi turned her face away, and met her eyes with the long-tailed blue bird.

He muttered: "I, I met a dead person..."

But it doesn't seem to be completely dead.

Lingzhi has a unique and strange perception, he has not yet felt the deadness from the broken man.

After hesitating for a moment, Lingzhi put the grass leaves and precious fruits that had been washed by Big Leaf aside, and walked towards the water source.

He filled some water with the big leaf, and returned to squat beside the rag man.

The clean and round fingertips were pressed against the rag man's lips, trying to open the other's mouth and feed some water.

Most of the water pocketed on the leaves fell into the mud, and a small part was fed into the mouths of the broken people.

Ling Zhi ran to fill the water again, he stared strangely at the black mud stains on the shabby man's face, water splashed on the black face.

Ling Zhi had no experience in taking care of people, so she stuck her fingers on the leaves and rubbed the shabby man's face, really washing off the blood-stained mud on the other's face.

He looked at the shabby man in a daze.

Lingzhi grew up on the mountain all the year round, and had almost no contact with people.

I have seen it a few times in the past, when the mountain people went deep into the mountain to collect medicine and hunt, he quietly followed the mountain people and hid in the dark to peep out of curiosity.

Later, Lingzhi became more courageous and carefully followed the mountain people down the mountain.

There was a village farther away at the foot of the mountain, with very few people. He had secretly looked at every face of the villagers, except that he had never seen such a shabby person.

The tattered man is the best-looking person Lingzhi has ever seen. Although he looks like he is dying and his eyes haven't opened yet, Lingzhi just thinks the other person is good-looking.

He stretched out his fingers and pressed the broken man's eyelids, trying to open the other's eyes.

Those closed eyes seemed to open a little bit, Lingzhi let go in fright.

He spoke again: "Human?"

The tattered man didn't move, Lingzhi stared blankly for a moment, then turned around to pick up the leaves and grass he liked to eat at the moment.

Lingzhi picked up the blade of grass in her arms and stopped and walked, turning her head to wait and see after walking a few steps.

He has been out for a long time, before the next few heavy rains come, he should prepare more grass leaves and fruit reserves, and go back to the cave to hide safely.

In the end, Lingzhi, who didn't move far, turned back to the rag man, and tied the collected grass leaves in front of him with rattan, so he couldn't attack the rag man.

After staring blankly for a while, he reached out and grabbed the broken man's hand and began to drag it with difficulty.

As dusk fell, Lingzhi dragged the shabby man into the cave he built after the tired bird returned to its nest.

The location of the cave is hidden, and it is difficult to find the entrance here without careful inspection.

Because he hadn't come back for a long time, the weeds grew luxuriantly at the entrance of the cave, so Lingzhi cleaned up the entrance of the cave after a little trimming.

He moved the rag man who had finally dragged back to the entrance of the cave into the cave. Although the rag man was injured all over his body and looked like he was going to die, but the weight was too heavy for Lingzhi to eat.

Lingzhi patted her numb arms, sat on the place where the hay was piled up, took a few blades of grass from in front of her, and slowly chewed.

After eating the grass, he took out two more fruits.He ate one for himself first, and he hesitated whether to eat the second one by himself or give it to the scumbags.

Lingzhi stared at it for a while in a daze, then turned to a place not far behind the cave to fetch some water with leaves.

He washed the rag man's face again, looked at the unconscious rag man, Lingzhi wiped the fruit that he was reluctant to eat, and brought it to the other person's mouth.

"Eat..."

The tattered person is unconscious, so naturally he can't eat it.

Lingzhi had no choice but to pinch the rotten fruit, squatting in front of the rotten man and opening the other's lips to let the juice seep slowly along the gap between the lips.

Lingzhi slept in the cave all night, the next day, the sky was dark and heavy, the chest was stuffy, and the valley was extremely quiet, as if the restlessness was suppressed, and the heavy rain was coming.

Before it rained, Lingzhi picked some grass and fruits from the surroundings that he was tired of eating but could fill his stomach and came back.

He looked at the untouched man lying on the haystack, grabbed a handful of herbs, tore them up, and let the juice sink into his lips.

Lingzhi was born to recognize whether plants had medicinal properties. He reluctantly fed a little medicinal juice to the poor man, washed his hands with water in a clay pot, and then turned his back to concentrate on enjoying the remaining fruit.

Just as Lingzhi was indulging in the fresh and sweet taste of the fruit, his ankle suddenly tightened, and he fell straight back, screaming in pain.

There was a force of gravity that pulled Lingzhi backwards, and a thin section of her neck was imprisoned by gravity.

The tattered man was pressed in front of him, his tall and slender figure completely reflected Lingzhi's slender body, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, and met a pale and handsome face.

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