When I think that something unexpected might have happened to my grandpa and the fat man, how can I still do it?
My brother and I stood up, opened the door, and found the shopkeeper and the four foreigners standing at the door.
They seemed to be talking about something.
We didn't stop, we just made eye contact with them, and then hurried downstairs.
Behind us, we heard the foreigner exclaiming: "It's incredible.
That person just now couldn't stand still.
He looked like he was about to die.
Now you see Look, he's walking like flying and in better spirits than any of us.
He doesn't look like a sick person."
We ignored it and went straight downstairs, and then found that the off-road vehicle was still in place, and the shopkeeper hadn't sent it for repair at all.
"Forget it, let's drive around and ask around first.
Maybe the shopkeeper will be careful soon."
While speaking, I walked to the driver's seat side of the car, but I was shocked.
I saw a little boy squatting on the edge of the car door, looking at the ground carefully.
I don’t know whose child it is, but he didn’t pay close attention.
This way, if the car is on the edge of the car, it is easy to reverse into a blind spot.
Something happened.
Then he walked behind the little boy and found that the little boy was staring at the swarms of ants walking in a long line under his feet.
He was so absorbed in watching them that he was so focused that he didn't notice anyone behind him.
I was afraid that the sudden noise would scare him, so I reached out and patted his shoulder, and then said, "Kid, get up, brother is driving away."
But the little boy did not turn his head and remained indifferent.
He continued to look at the walking ants.
I was surprised, what was going on with this kid, so I squatted next to him, and when I looked sideways, I was shocked.
This kid turned out to be the autistic boy, Bart's grandson.
When he was living in their tribe, he was framed by his grandfather Bart, entered a death cycle, and touched Zi Mu Hua.
There is also the pair of mare and foal, who are also his good friends.
The foal also led us out of the death circle.
"Kid, why are you here?"
I looked at him in surprise.
At that time, I thought he was dead.
I thought that all the people in his tribe had been poisoned by the seeds of the mother-of-pearl and died.
How could he appear here alone?
However, he still lived in his own world, showing no expression or reaction to my questions, and did not even look at me.
Then I continued to ask him: "Where is your grandfather and where are your people?"
The little boy didn't even blink.
I thought of the foal and the mare.
They were friends of the little boy.
At least they were having fun at that time.
I said tentatively: "Do you remember that foal and its mother?"
The little boy suddenly turned his head to look at me, and his eyes met mine.
The moment he turned his head, I even felt stunned and at a loss.
However, I saw the little boy's eyes filled with mist for an instant, and then tears welled up in his eyes.
His eyelids blinked and tears slid down his cheeks.
It turned out that the little boy was not completely closed off, he also had emotions.
He knew that the foal was dead, so he was very sad.
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I said, "It was the mother-in-law who killed the foal and its mother. " "Xiaofan, look."
My brother suddenly said from behind me.
"What?"
I was surprised.
"Ants" he pointed to the ants on the ground.
I looked down and gasped.
Originally, the ants formed a long dragon, but now they formed several big characters: Xiaofan, save me "How could this happen?"
I widened my eyes.
My brother also squatted down, touched these words with his hand, and then frowned and said: "Actually, it's very simple.
Someone did this deliberately.
He wrote these words on the ground with honey in advance, and then the ants were greedy for sweetness. , I will follow the strokes of these characters, and it will look like this in a moment.”
"Then who did this?"
The literal meaning of this is that someone asked me for help, and in the grassland, there are very few people who know that my name is Xiaofan.
I suddenly thought of my grandpa and said, "It must be grandpa, but I didn't leave any clues or address.
How can I find it?"
My brother turned to look at the little boy and said confidently: "He is the clue."
"He" I looked at the little boy in surprise.
The little boy still looked at me with tears in his eyes.
I whispered: "Kid, take us to rescue people, okay?"
The little boy neither nodded nor shook his head, neither agreed nor refused.
Instead, he stood up, looked around blankly, and then looked in the direction of the Eight White Houses.
After looking for a long time, he took steps forward and slowly moved forward.
Go.
"Follow me quickly."
My brother followed him first.
"Brother, why don't you drive."
I looked at the car next to me.
"Kai Maoxian, can you let him lead the way when driving?"
My brother turned around and said, "Hurry up."
I followed him.
The little boy was not very fast, but he was very focused on walking and looking ahead.
Fortunately, the grassland was very flat and there were no stones to stumble, otherwise he would have fallen down many times.
When we arrived near the Eight White Houses, we found that there were already crowds of people there, and they were already on alert.
We didn't get close, and the little boy didn't go toward the Eight White Houses, but went to the right.
I remember that I walked ten kilometers in this direction this morning, but turned back after finding nothing.
However, I rely on induction, and it is possible that I was deceived.
We followed the little boy and kept walking, and we even once wondered if we were following the wrong one.
Could it be that the path the little boy led was just a random one and was not meant to lead us to save people at all.
But we have no choice but to follow along like this.
Even if we are wrong, we can only make one mistake to the end.
Fortunately, before it got dark, a yurt appeared not far ahead.
It’s just that the color of this yurt is a bit weird, it feels like beige.
I have seen many yurts in Bart's tribe before, either pure white or colorful, with many Mongolian patterns on them, but yellowish yurts like this are rare.
Moreover, the yurts in the Bute tribe are all in clusters, and it is rare to see a single yurt.
The little boy stood in front of the yurt, daring not to approach from a distance, and his body was trembling involuntarily.
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I quickly walked to the little boy, hugged him and said, "Is this here?
Don't be afraid.
There are two brothers here, and we will protect you."
I closed my eyes and felt the yurt, but it was gray.
It was strange, how could it be such a color?
"Brother, hold him while I go in and take a look."
I handed the little boy to my brother.
"Then be careful yourself."
My brother explained.
I slowly walked towards the yurt, and the closer I got, the more frightened I became.
I even had the illusion that I saw faces above the yurt looking at me, and goosebumps all over my body stood up. , chills down the spine.
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