The jungle was completely dimmed into a blurry scene under the cover of night. It was difficult to see even a ray of moonlight in the dense forest that blocked the sky, and the surrounding gradually fell into a dead darkness.
After Song Ye's straightforward words, even if Le Mingyu refused to give in, there was nothing he could do. At that time, everyone's excited brains gradually cooled down, and they were no longer in the cheerful mood when they first went into the mountain together.
One day, the fatigue of the mountain road and the fear of the unknown hovered in everyone's minds, making their hearts heavy. Soon, people got into the tents one after another and fell asleep.
In the end, only Song Ye was left guarding the bonfire. Meng Ziheng woke up in the middle of the night and saw that the fire was still burning outside. When he got up, he found that the boy was wrapped in a sleeping bag and leaning on a tree trunk, seemingly asleep.
"You..." Meng Ziheng walked over and wanted to call her to sleep in the tent. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, the young man opened his eyes suddenly, and his deep black eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing him straight. Nailing his steps firmly in place.
"Is something wrong?" Song Ye straightened up and took his hands out of his sleeping bag. His focused eyes were still cold, and his voice didn't sound like he had just woken up.
"Well... why don't you go in and sleep?" Meng Ziheng hesitated for a while, then walked over.
"Watch the fire." Song Ye picked up the dead branches nearby and added some to the fire. "There are many snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the mountains, so we cannot live without fire."
Her explanations were always simple and concise, and after getting along with her several times, Meng Ziheng gradually got used to it and was able to keep up with her thinking.
After a while, he also sat down, crossed his legs and looked at the scorching flames, "I'll watch next, and let you go to sleep." Now that he knew the meaning of the existence of the fire, Meng Ziheng couldn't go back to sleep peacefully and keep it. Song Ye stayed here all night.
Song Ye didn't take it seriously. He fiddled with the flames twice and said calmly: "The road ahead is still long, and I don't want you to delay." The implication is that if you are not strong enough, you should go to sleep.
This could clearly be said to be caring and thoughtful words, but when it came to Song Ye's mouth, it was very harsh. Meng Ziheng's face looked a little ugly. He stared at the beautiful face of the person opposite, and suddenly his heart was shaken.
Does such a person, with such a cold personality, and such unforgiving remarks, really want to attract his attention
Song Ye didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't move while sitting. In such an unpredictable environment, she couldn't fall asleep even if she lay down. It would be better to lie down here with a wide field of vision, where she could see the surroundings. It's a bit more reassuring.
In the middle of the night, Meng Ziheng really couldn't hold on any longer. He couldn't bear the drowsiness even though he was staring at him, so he went back to the tent to sleep.
The next morning, when everyone got up, Song Ye was already dressed and munching biscuits.
Le Mingyu snorted coldly, still looking like everyone owed him.
After tidying up, everyone started to set off slowly when the sun was high. The long journey on the first day left them weak and without smiles. At this time, they picked up the map and studied it seriously, in order to finish it early. Explore the route for the mission.
It's just that this group of rich kids, greenhouse flowers, can't even tell the east, south, north, and west with a map, let alone what route to designate.
After struggling for a while, Meng Ziheng came over with a map and asked Song Ye for advice, "Do you know how to get there?" He didn't understand why, but he felt that Song Ye's words would help.
Sure enough, as a teammate in the same group, Song Ye was still willing to lend a helping hand. After spreading out the map, he spread his fingers and looked at the sun to find out the direction. Then he put it on the coordinate map and marked everyone's location in a few clicks. location at the time.
"The nearest mission location is thirty kilometers away, but this is a straight line distance. To get there, we need to go around the mountain in the middle. There are two ways to choose, one is closer and the other is farther, but there are Water source. My suggestion is the farther one." Song Ye took a pencil and drew two curved lines on the map. It seemed simple, but in fact, it would take two or three days to actually walk. .
A straight-line distance of thirty kilometers, and a curve around the mountain would take twice as long. Song Ye advocated choosing a longer route, and they also understood the reason: it was for the water source.
At this point, faced with the determined alternative route, the two sides began to have differences.
"Let's get closer and quickly return to the designated location to complete the task. We have everything we need to eat and drink, so why go around to a far away place? This is a waste of time." Several other people had already arrived at the first place. I was exhausted from the day's trek, and now that I had a determined route, I wanted to run all the way back, ignoring all other factors.
Even Gu Yitong and Fang Ye agreed to take the shorter route, "We still have mineral water in our bags. If we bear with it for the next two days, we can make it there if we walk faster, not to mention that since the instructor Given four days, it proves that the distance itself has been determined, and I don’t think there is any need to consider the issue of water source.”
Their analysis was considered from a rational perspective and immediately gained support from most people.
"In that case, let's go. I've had enough of staying in this damn place." Le Mingyu also hoped to go back as soon as possible, so he grabbed his backpack with one hand and Meng Ziheng with the other, "Ziheng, let's go."
Before Meng Ziheng could react, his other arm was also grabbed, "I want to go to the other side." Song Ye, who had been silent all the way, came up with his own opinion at this time, and his attitude was also rare and tough.
"No one cares which side you choose. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don't hold Zi Heng and let go." Le Mingyu raised his eyebrows and increased the strength in his hands.
Song Ye's eyes were calm, but he looked straight at Meng Ziheng, "As a member of the same group, this is my last advice."
"Humph, what a joke, who are you? How dare you talk to Zi Heng like this, and want to get close to him so shamelessly? What's your intention?" Le Mingyu no longer suppressed his anger, and directly poured out the contempt and ridicule in his heart.
"Mingyu." Meng Ziheng wanted to stop him, but Song Ye on the other side had already let go of his hand.
Then she picked up her backpack on the ground, turned around and strode away.
Meng Ziheng stared at her back blankly, her last words of advice seemed to still linger in his ears, and this person really never looked back.
Le Mingyu made a disdainful sound and called everyone on their way, but no one paid attention to Song Ye who was alone.
At night, there was a heavy rain in the mountains, and the rainwater falling down hit me head-on, causing pain.
Song Ye found a cave that was sheltered from the wind, lit a bonfire, and took out other food from the space with her legs crossed. No one else was present, so her little life became more comfortable.