"Are you sure?" Luo Ye's voice sounded like a joke.
"I'm sure to listen." Lin Wanyu carefully controlled her voice so that Luo Ye could not hear how strong the desire in the voice was. She wanted to know Luo Ye's past, so that she could understand his present, why he was more cruel than this world, and why he had to maintain the sentiment in his heart in a ruthless form. "What I want to hear is the truth, not the story." Lin Wanyu added.
"Everything told through the tongue is a story." Luo Ye replied while continuing to move forward.
"Let me down and tell me while resting." Lin Wanyu hopes to look straight into Luo Ye's eyes as he tells. They have been walking in the snow for a long time, and it is impossible for the bandits to find them in a short time.
"Okay, then." Luo Ye carried Lin Wanyu and walked behind a rock, bending down to put her down. This rock blocked part of the wind and snow, and the ground next to the root of the rock looked relatively dry.
Lin Wanyu clenched her silver teeth, any movement of the muscles made her extremely painful. She leaned softly in Luo Ye’s firm arms, imagining Luo Ye’s suffering in the "slums"-it seemed that the pain in her body had already It's nothing.
Luo Ye pulled the snow-proof camouflage uniform from his backpack, spread it on the ground, and let Lin Wanyu sit on it. "Don't move, I'll find something to make a fire."
Lin Wanyu nodded, after having learned the lesson last time, no matter what Luo Ye said, she would firmly obey.
Luo Ye smiled lightly, drew out his hunting knife and walked towards the nearest pine tree. The pine tree is not tall, and the diameter of the trunk is only 20 centimeters. Luo Ye cut the pine tree completely with only one knife. He randomly cut off the branches and pine leaves that were wet by the wind and snow, blocking them in front of Lin Wanyu, forming a simple protective field to prevent the flames from being blown away by the strong wind when the fire was being built.
The bark of the pine tree had already been soaked by wind and snow. Luo Ye sat beside Lin Wanyu and used a hunting knife to cut off the bark and the outer trunk, leaving only the dry core part, and then shaving on the core, cutting It produces very thin and fine sawdust flowers. He skillfully piles the sawdust flowers into a circle, and arranges the other tree core wood blocks on the sawdust flowers in order of size.
"Are these also the skills you learned from the slums?" Lin Wanyu asked curiously.
"No," Luo Ye said with a smile, "lighting a fire in a slum will attract hunters like blood. Moreover, making a fire is not a difficult technique."
Lin Wanyu's eyes widened, and she asked incredulously, "No difficulty?" When she was studying in the United States, she had excellent results in all subjects, except for subjects such as survival in the wild. She had poor grades and it seemed simple to make a fire. It’s very troublesome to get up. You must first make a firelighter, master the strength of friction, and be aware of the moment when the spark is wiped out. Even so, it is often difficult to wipe out a spark for more than ten minutes. It may not be able to ignite the firelighter-Luo Ye actually said these "no difficulty"
Lin Wanyu folded her arms on her chest, "Then how do you plan to light the fire? Hit flint? Drill wood to make fire? Or wait for the lightning to strike the tree?"
Luo Ye took out a cigarette with his left hand and a disposable lighter with his right hand. He lit a cigarette, took a heavy sip, and then gently spit out Lin Wanyu's shocked face. "I use a lighter to light it."
"You..." Lin Wanyu almost fainted. Yeah, if you have a lighter, why should you be so stupid to attract fire from wood
The flames burst, and the warmth immediately made Lin Wanyu feel the long-lost comfort. She tugged the snow-proof camouflage under her body and wrapped her knees. "Now can you tell your story?"
Luo Ye looked at Lin Wanyu with a smile but a smile, "I'm very surprised, why are you so interested in the story of cannibalism."
Lin Wanyu pursed her lips, paused for a while, and replied, "Because I don’t believe—I don’t believe you will really eat human flesh. I think you are just deliberately scaring me, deliberately letting me stay away from you, and I will find The flaws in your story will prove to you."
"Okay, then." Luo Ye sighed helplessly, lowered his head slightly, staring at the flames dancing in the wind, his eyes seemed to penetrate the flames, looking at another time and space. "I have talked about my experience in the slums before, but in fact it was only what happened in the first month.
The location of the slum is a small country in Africa. The warlords in this country are separatist, famines and plagues are rampant for years, the people have no faith, and the gap between rich and poor is huge. I only told you about my experience before, but I am not alone. There are nineteen other children with the same fate as me. They were about the same age as me, and they were only about ten years old at the time, and the oldest may not be over twelve. But we didn't know each other and were scattered in slums, so we had to make a living on our own for the first few days.
The first three days are the most difficult, because three days of hunger is enough to crush a person's will and body. I don't have any clothes on my body, I am completely naked. I don't know what shame I still have. All I know is that I am hungry, thirsty and cold. I stole a piece of rag that was hanging outside the house and wrapped it in my body. The first successful burglary made me feel a little relieved, and I was going to steal something for myself.
I waited from dawn to dark, and finally found a chance to steal half a potato. If I have this half of the potato, I can guarantee that I will not starve to death in the first three days. I was invisible in the shadows, using all the skills I learned, as quiet as a tree and moving like the wind, I sneaked into the small shop, reached out and grabbed the potato that was still warm, but I was so hungry, I was being caught Twenty-four hours before I was thrown into the slum, I hadn’t eaten anything. My strong desire for a goal made me make a noise. A strong adult threw me to the ceiling and waited until I fell heavily. When I was on the floor, he kicked me sideways again with his pointed boots, kicking me up completely.
The edge of my vision began to turn black, and I didn't realize where my body was flying uncontrollably. I heard rough laughs from customers in the store, and then I fell outside the store like a ball. I couldn't climb up, holding the rations that could sustain my survival tightly in my hands.
The adult black man approached. His face was so dark that I could not recognize him, but his teeth were pale, like a grinning skeleton. He kicked me hard. I knew how to protect my vital organs. I covered my head with my arms and curled my calves to my chest and abdomen, letting him vent his anger. He is always tired, and I don't want revenge, I don't have the ability, I just want to change a bite.
He finally got tired, and he kept cursing vicious words in his mouth. I couldn't understand it. Even if he understood it, it was useless. I was almost unconscious. "
When talking about this, Luo Ye smiled and turned his face to Lin Wanyu, who was full of tears, and asked: "Do you know what makes me sad the most?"
"What?" Lin Wanyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, as if Luo Ye was only talking about an unrelated person, and she was that person.
Luo Ye laughed loudly, "The black man beat me violently, and then ruthlessly took the half potato from my hand."
"Damn it!" Lin Wanyu said through gritted teeth.
Luo Ye turned his gaze back into the flames, his eyes were surprisingly calm, without any resentment or dissatisfaction. "I heard him take a bite hard when he got up, and then his boots made heavy footsteps and faded away. The sun went down, the light dimmed, and there was only silence. When I woke up again, the sky was already bright. I opened my eyes and my vision was still very blurred. I felt that the bridge of my nose was more swollen than all other parts. I used the knowledge taught by my parents, covered both sides of the bridge of my nose with my hands, and slammed it back into place. The pain once again stimulated my fragility I gritted my teeth and tried not to shout.
I am always grateful for pain. Because they can distract me from being hungry, and let me know that I am alive and that everything is normal.
I am very smart. After the lesson of failure, I become more cautious and decisive. No matter how big the temptation is, as long as I analyze that it is not worth the risk, I will not try it easily, because I will lose the basic Ability to act, without the ability to act, I will definitely die. The ridiculous thing is that food is scarce in the slums. Even if I am not cautious and decisive, I cannot get decent food. I have survived the first two days with weeds and wild vegetables, but there are very few wild vegetables that can be eaten here.
On the third day, I still did not eat a bite of rice, but finally drank some relatively clean rainwater. I have nowhere to hide from the rain. I can only wander on the muddy streets of the slums, trying to find something to give me heat.
At that time, I thought I would eat anything, even human flesh.
I heard several barkings of wild dogs, and subconsciously tightened my body. They are fierce, and often in groups, children my age are afraid to avoid them. But at the time I was already starving, and only heard the barking of a wild dog, so I grabbed a pointed stone and walked staggeringly in the direction of the barking.
I'm going to eat it, or let it eat me.
When I got closer, I saw a black-haired boy about my age fighting with wild dogs. The wild dog has threw his thin body to the ground, and his white teeth are on his slender neck. He gritted his teeth, and his immature hands tightly strangled the wild dog's throat—
I stood in a daze, as if I was the boy who was going to be eaten by a wild dog—I felt the raindrops fall and the smell of wild dog sprayed on my face, I watched the wild dog turn around and bit his arm, I followed A piercing pain.
-Fish bowl, I don't know how to describe that feeling to you, but at that moment, I really thought I was the boy and that boy was me.
His yelling made me sober, I ran over, lifted the stone, and slammed it heavily on the wild dog's head. One, two, three times, I can’t remember how many times I smashed, I just remember that when I came back to my senses, the dingo’s head was as pulpy as paste, and the boy fell with his arms. He held his body and looked at me with horror, as if he had seen another self.
His black hair is like night, his eyes are like coal, his body is exactly the same as mine, and he is also wearing an old blanket that I don’t know where he stolen from. Through the big hole in the blanket, I can clearly see him wrinkled tightly. Yellow skin-if he is really not me, and my spirit is not confused, then he must be one of my 20 companions, and he is still Asian, as for which country he is from-
Thank you.
I heard him say this in a language I am familiar with. "