The wind and rain in the mountains are usually long and powerful. In the middle of the night, Song Ye could still faintly hear the wails of the trees outside in his sleeping bag, which sounded a little breathtaking in the dark rainy night.
Before he was half asleep, Song Ye suddenly heard other noises outside, accompanied by one or two exclamations, which were quickly drowned in the sound of rain.
She got out of her sleeping bag and listened carefully to make sure that someone was calling. There were few people in this deep mountain wilderness, and the call was most likely a student.
Since she heard it, she naturally wouldn't just sit idly by.
Putting on her raincoat, she walked out of the cave and followed the sound to the source.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone here?" There was a cry from down the dark slope in the pouring rain. The voice was mixed with anxiety and helplessness.
Song Ye turned on his micro-flashlight and stood on the hillside, shining the light downwards. He could vaguely hear a vague voice lying down below, his body wet and washed by the heavy rain, and he looked so embarrassed.
"Who's up there? Help me!" As if sensing the light source, the voice below kept calling, fearing that the figure on the hillside would leave.
When Song Ye turned around to get the climbing rope from the cave, he could still hear the hoarse shouting from down the hillside, and eventually his voice became hoarse.
"Don't shout, I'll put the rope down and pull you up." Song Ye felt that this man was noisy, so he had to say something, and then put down the rope in his hand until the person below grabbed it and gently pulled it twice. .
"I, my hand is injured." Song Ye was originally waiting to get someone up, but after a long time, the person below said this in frustration.
Song Ye suddenly had a dark look on his face and said again, "Tie the rope into a knot and put it around your waist." This rich kid from a rich family has a negative survival skill.
After struggling for a long time, the people below finally got it done. Song Ye was too lazy to put in any effort and directly used the suction of space to pull the rope up. It wasn't until she saw the face at the bottom of the slope clearly, and their eyes met, that her eyes widened. Eyes, the atmosphere feels weird.
The man who fell down the hillside was Meng Ziheng.
"Go back first." Song Ye put away the rope, said lightly, turned around and wanted to leave.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement behind him. When he looked back, he saw Meng Ziheng standing there in a state of embarrassment. He said with some embarrassment: "My foot is broken."
Song Ye looked at his left foot that was awkwardly hidden behind his back, and had to go back to put the person's arm on his shoulder and help him move.
The dry fire in the cave is as warm as ever, the sleeping bag has firewood, and the comfortable hay cushions make it look like a primitive place of daily life.
Song Ye took off his raincoat and saw that Meng Ziheng was wet with mud and in a mess, so he kindly gave him a towel and said, "Dry yourself and take off your clothes."
"What?" Meng Ziheng hadn't recovered from the other party's comfortable living environment. He heard such a sentence suddenly and didn't know what expression to make.
"Bake the clothes and fix the injury at the same time." Song Ye found two straight branches from the firewood pile and took out gauze from his backpack.
"...Hmm." Meng Ziheng nodded awkwardly, almost misunderstanding what the other party meant just now.
Song Ye is stacking firewood here, and Meng Ziheng is rustling over there and finally pulls off his school uniform. Summer clothes are thin, so taking off the school uniform is basically naked. Fortunately, Meng Ziheng has inherited the restraint of the ancients, and it is hot in the hot weather. She was still wearing a tank top and shorts, so she wasn't exposing her chest and back in front of others at this moment.
Song Ye glanced at the white arms and long legs without even moving his brows. It's not that Meng Ziheng's figure is not good. Compared with a young man, his figure is slender and strong and eye-catching, but compared with Qin Zhan's There is a huge difference between the two physiques.
She walked straight over and fixed the branch on the injured area, then turned around and helped him get his clothes to bake.
Meng Ziheng leaned against the mountain wall in a daze, watching Song Ye skillfully bandage his wounds and put ropes on the mountain wall to bake clothes. Everything was done in an orderly manner, as if he was born to live here.
After a while, he lowered his eyes and said, "Don't you want to know why I came here?"
"Huh?" Song Ye leaned next to the sleeping bag and turned his eyes after hearing this.
"I came here to see you return to the team, but I didn't expect..." Meng Ziheng smiled bitterly, a little self-deprecating.
Before she finished speaking, Song Ye roughly guessed what the other person was thinking. Most likely, this person was worried that she would be in danger alone, so she came to find her, but... She glanced at the other person's injured arm and calf, and secretly thought of the next step. I'm afraid it will be a bit more of a burden.
Since he is a teammate of the same team, Song Ye is not willing to do anything to save him. Maybe it would be good to help him complete the mission and get a ranking.
"Get some rest early, we have to travel tomorrow." Song Ye confessed, got into his sleeping bag and continued to catch up on his sleep.
But Meng Ziheng's voice suddenly came again, low and with a hint of doubt, "Do you think there are people living in this deep mountain?"
Song Ye almost didn't need to think before she concluded that there was no such thing, because along the way, there was no trace of human habitation in this jungle. It should be a newly developed area, but she did not answer, but asked: "What's wrong?" ?”
"Well... I feel like I fell because there was a trap on the hillside, and the soil under my feet collapsed softly for no reason." Meng Ziheng gave the answer after thinking about it.
Song Ye was silent, but she didn't think he was being careless. Although the heavy rain in this mountain forest would cause the soil to become soft, the place where she was standing just now was clearly hard soil.
Could it be that someone was doing something secretly
Thinking of this possibility, Song Ye's heart sank, but he did not say it to scare Meng Ziheng.
Early the next morning, Meng Ziheng still inevitably had a fever, was tired and injured, and coupled with the rain, his delicate body collapsed in an instant.
Song Ye looked at the route map and helped the person on the road without saying a word. On the way, she experienced several small traps, all of which Song Ye could barely avoid, but they made her doubtful.
The sun was high in the sky, and the two of them sat on the edge of the river to rest. Meng Ziheng's backpack was lost. At this time, he didn't care about the unclean fetish. He plunged into the river and drank heavily. After drinking the water, he started to drink. Song Ye took the biscuit and chewed it slowly.
In just two days, a young master from an aristocratic family was tortured like this. Song Ye had to admire the instructors' bizarre training methods.
Halfway through eating, Meng Ziheng suddenly stared at the things in his hand and whispered: "Song Ye, are you really not sent by the Meng family or the Bai family to test me?"
Song Ye paused in his movements and did not turn his eyes away. He just asked lightly, "Do you believe me when I say it?"
Meng Ziheng held the cookie and said without hesitation, "I believe it."