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    Thinking about it, before he knew it, the sun was hanging to the west, only half of his face was exposed.  There was no result, I couldn't even accept that Ken would leave, and I couldn't make up my mind to break up in fear.  I was so tired, I really wanted to go back, but I didn't know how to face it, so I dragged the time until it was dark in a daze.  When I decided to go back, I couldn't see the blackness, which made me stupid.

    Looking back, there are a few dim yellow lights lit up in the mountains where the direction cannot be discerned.  The faint hope is like the twinkling of fireflies, with a sense of crisis that cannot be grasped.

    Tell yourself rationally, be calm, as long as you find a way, you are not afraid of not being able to get out.  But the quiet village made the insects sound very loud at night, which made me uneasy. In my panic, it took half an hour to find a small road that could barely be called a road.  Relying on the light of the mobile phone screen, I identify unfamiliar places and judge whether it is dangerous to take a step forward.  Example: Scary Snake.  In summer, in the mountains, at night, it's hard not to have this terrifying creature in my mind.

    Time is not in front of me, and I can hear the ticking sound in my heart.  I pray that the phone will not run out of power. Although there is no signal and I cannot make calls, it is now the only lighting tool I can rely on.

    I don¡¯t know if others feel this way, but when you are weak, you will always encounter things that make you even more speechless.  Just like the guy in front of me lying in the middle of the path spitting out letters, when I least wanted it to come, it was a coincidence like a deliberate coincidence.

    Two steps away, as long as I move forward, I will step on it, and it will take my calf back as a matter of course.  It found me, raised its head slightly, and swallowed the letter, making a "swish" sound.  It seems that it has no plans to retreat, and I can't retreat either.

    Take out the patience of being in a stalemate with others, and plan to spend it with it. I only feel that for one minute of others, I have spent a year.  The silence was interrupted by the "beep" sound of the phone's low battery, and at the same time, I sent out a desperate cry for help.  "Help!"

    Later, I recalled that the sound was so shrill, it was as shocking as tearing apart the night.  Waiting for other people's rescue, we welcomed a few flickering flashlights while crying.  It's still too far away to hear what people are saying, no matter if they are good or evil, finally someone shows up, it's the best thing for me.

    The light was getting closer and closer, and I instinctively reminded pedestrians: "Be careful, there are snakes!" I felt several flashlights aimed at me, and I blocked the light with my hand, trying to see each other clearly.  A tall figure jumped over the snake, rushed to my side, and hugged me in my arms who was still in shock.  Familiar taste, I didn't struggle.  Ken wiped my tears for me and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then he asked me worriedly if I had been bitten by a snake, and took a flashlight to shine on my calf and arm.  After he confirmed that I was not injured, everyone seemed to be relieved together.  Everyone's attention turned to the snake. The owner of the farmhouse looked at the snake for a long time with a flashlight, and caught it skillfully.  Watching him grab the snake's head, the snake's body struggled and twisted unwillingly in his arm.  I shivered, the wind at night was as cool as winter.

    On the way back, the owner of the farmhouse walked in the front, Ken walked in the middle with my back on his back, followed by other people in the farmhouse.  Any followed the owner of the farmhouse, mouthing a sweet mouthful of uncle, which made the owner of the farmhouse very happy, and patiently told her how to distinguish between poisonous and non-venomous snakes, and said to stew the non-poisonous snake when he went back  Give everyone a drink.

    Back at the farmhouse, everyone talked about how worried Ken was after I ran out.  The enthusiastic aunt also slightly criticized the danger brought about by my waywardness. Ken explained to everyone with a smile, saying that it is good for me to come back safely, and he has always held my hand and never let go.

    And any has been busy working around the farm owner back and forth, and after a while, a bowl of pure white snake soup was served on the dining table.  Looking at the sliced ??snake, I can always think of its majesty alive, no matter how everyone persuades me, I dare not touch it in the slightest.

    After dinner, any followed the farm owner to learn how to make strings from snake skin.  Ken borrowed a cool board from the farmer for their own use, dragged me up to the rooftop, and said he wanted to watch the stars with me.  On the roof, he used two benches to set up a bamboo cooling board, which is like a bed.  He lay down on it first, patted the cool board and said to me: "Come up." After listening to his words, I lay down on it obediently. It was a little hard, but it was still very comfortable to rest on his arm.

    The stars are shining in the sky, very beautiful.  Ken kissed my forehead, the wind was very light, and he sent his "sorry" gently.

    Before I fell asleep, Ken put his arms around me and counted the sheep for me. Every time he counted one, he would cry "baa", like a lamb, which made me laugh so hard.  The stars in the sky are twinkling, as if they are covering their mouths and laughing at me.?Happiness.  It made me understand that in love, quarrels, problems, and sometimes soothing may be very simple.  With love, tolerance and understanding, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome.  At least now, my stubbornness and worries have all been swept away, only the happiness of being with Ken, and the peace of mind sleeping on his chest.

    (Women's quarrel is not the purpose, what they want is communication, every quarrel of women is equivalent to a communication, it is not to make trouble for no reason, it is to let you know better.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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