A knife and a wood.
One stroke and one horizontal.
It fell on the sunken wood, and it fell on his heart. 5:20 a.m.
He finally stopped.
He put the knife back in his pocket and stared down at the realistic woodcarved girl.
Although he had never learned to sculp, the girl's smile and every move.
It had already been imprinted in the deepest place in his mind.
It hardly requires any skill, just the endless affection and boundless longing in his heart.
That's enough.
The gaze is faint and affectionate.
He leaned over and kissed the girl's forehead, fantasizing that she was still beside him.
His cold tears dripped down the sunken wood.
It's so poignant.
It's so pathetic.
The South African rainforest is so inhospitable that not a single helicopter or plane passes by for three days.
During these three days, he and Gretha's life was very difficult.
The helicopter had only a small amount of food and water on it, enough to last them for a day.
For the remaining two days, they had to go to the rainforest on their own in search of food and water, and they were like wild men.
The rainforest was overgrown with trees, and the neat suit on his body was already in tatters.
The beasts of the rainforest are thriving, and he has no idea how many wounds and blood he has left on his body.
But he has no regrets.
For her.
He was willing to shed rivers of blood.
He was only afraid.
I'm afraid she won't be able to wait for the day he goes back.
God may have taken pity on his infatuation, and on the evening of the third day, a helicopter spotted them and took them back to Africa.
When he returned to Africa, he wanted to fly back to China immediately, go back to the girl he loved, and see if she was still safe.
But Greda did everything she could to obstruct him, insisting on taking him to the hospital to bandage the wounds on his body.
There were indeed many wounds on his body, some of which were still bleeding.
If it weren't for his strong perseverance, if it weren't for his obsession.
I'm afraid he's long dead.
He was afraid that he would not be able to make it to the day when he returned to China, but he finally agreed.
The medical facilities in Africa are rudimentary, and the doctor simply disinfected his wound and bandaged it with a bandage, and the whole process took less than an hour.
It was as he wished.
At least he could go back sooner, at least he could see the girl he missed day and night.
In the early hours of the same day.
The return plane officially departs.
Airplanes soar in the night sky, and there are endless dark clouds below.
He stared at the clouds in silence, expecting them to disappear soon, like a child.
As long as they're gone, It means that it is dawn.
Wait until dawn.
He can go back.
Back to her.
Return to his princess.
Tell her, "Don't be afraid, I'm back." ” The long journey ended at nine o'clock the next morning.
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As soon as the plane docked and landed, he couldn't wait to get off the plane.
"My young master, you wait for me," Greda hurriedly chased after him with a salute, and the strange behavior of the two attracted the attention of many people at the airport.
Mu Jiang ignored them, walked straight to a Rolls-Royce outside the airport gate, pulled the car door and sat down.
At 12 o'clock at noon that day, the sky was covered with dark clouds and rain.
He took the spider with him and braved the heavy rain to return to the castle.
He kicked open the door of the infirmary lobby, and immediately a doctor staggered to him, knelt down and cried bitterly: "Young Master, Miss, Miss, she is dead, three days ago, at two o'clock in the morning at night, Miss, Miss, she has already lost her breath, we have tried many methods, but we have not been able to save Miss, she is dead, she is really dead" The glass jar in his hand shattered to the ground with a "frame", and red spiders crawled all over the ground. oshow7 t1706231537: