My Magic Age

The caravan has been moving along this winding and difficult mountain road. I can feel that the surrounding terrain is constantly increasing. I dare not look at the bottomless mountain stream next to the mountain road. It is too When it is high, people will feel a suffocating panic.

But I could easily gaze straight up at the peak of Qijun on the other side of the valley.

These gentle slopes, which are close to flat roads, can really wear down anyone’s patience.

During the vast journey, there is always a road with no end in sight, no forks in the road, and no people.

The surrounding mountains finally began to expose a large amount of limestone, and even the tenacious weeds that could grow on the rock surface like moss became rare. The wild goats that could still be seen here disappeared.

It has been nine days since our group entered the mountains at the northern foot of the Pai Plateau. For me, who does not know where the end point will be, this feeling is not pleasant, because the more I look forward to and have hope in my heart, the harder I wait. It becomes painful.

For the people in the caravan, this is life on the back of Thunder Rhinoceros, and for me, this is also my life.

Every day I would lie bored on the back of Thunder Rhinoceros with a roll of parchment and study hard. This was the best way for me to pass the time. Originally, I could only speak Orcish after such a long period of hard work. Practice and study, and you no longer need the explanation of the old Kulu to read these animal texts.

From the point where I could only guess and understand the general idea above, now I can read and recite freely. Sometimes when I encounter travel notes, I will take out some wonderful passages and share them with Kurtz in the orc language. Although this child I don’t like reading, but I am still very interested in stories like adventure diaries.

Each huge thunder rhinoceros has filled up the mountain road that is only four to five meters wide. Now they are all crowded on this mountain road. The biggest headache every morning is actually going to the toilet. Adults always walk to the edge of the cliff. They stood still and untied their pants and peed directly into the mountain stream. They could even whistle and do it easily and comfortably.

But I didn't dare. As long as I stood on the edge of the cliff, my legs would become as soft as noodles. So I found a cracked clay pot that was about to be discarded, and secretly hid behind the Thunder Rhino to solve my personal problems. In fact, for a child, it doesn't have to be like this at all, but I have been trying my best to maintain my ridiculous dignity.

The distance between me and Sister Guoguo is the distance of sixty-seven thunder rhinos. This is a natural chasm that neither of us can cross.

There is a distance of more than one kilometer here, and sometimes we can only stand on a higher point and wave to signal each other that we are safe.

I heard from Uncle Fred that all members of the adventure group will be divided into several groups and take turns to explore the road ahead. Sister Guoguo is no exception. She greets me from afar before setting off and after returning. I am safe, and I want to see if I am also okay. Such strong feelings continue to warm my heart during these days and nights. I feel that this is more like the affection of family, and she is like my sister.

Uncle Fred said that this is a kind of psychological dependence. Orphans will long for this kind of emotion, and this kind of emotion is exactly what Old Kuru cannot give me.

It’s not so much my sister, but my lack of maternal love. This old man even laughed at me for not having breastfed since I was a child, so I would shamelessly hug someone’s thigh and cry and not let go.

I stood up angrily, stared at him and told him hysterically, tomorrow I will go and tell Singer not to fall in love with you anymore, an old man with dirt almost buried to his chest.

Fred stood up in anger, and raised his palm like a bear's paw to slap me. Kurtz jumped to my side with a "pop", clenched his fists, and stared at Fred fiercely, with a ferocious expression on his face. With fierce murderous intent, the wolf fangs stretched out were like a silent warning.

Every verbal spat like this is the spice of travel. I know that even if Kurtz didn’t stop Uncle Fred, he wouldn’t hit me, but every man has his own dignity, which is like his own inverse scale. If touched, he will become angry.

Walking on the mountain roads on the cliffs of this deserted and hopeless stone valley, you can still see the mountain stream at the bottom of the valley from time to time, which will make people involuntarily feel countless fears, irritability, anxiety, tension, depression, etc. in their hearts. If emotions remain stuffy in a person's heart, once they are accumulated for a long time and burst out, the last line of defense of the soul will collapse. If you release them a little bit every day, you will feel better.

I finally learned the girl’s name on the third day after that encounter at Xuntutou, or rather I gave her the name: Xiao Chai Niu, because I thought she was very thin.

But later I discovered that her white lotus-like arms were still very voluptuous.

Even if I stand on tiptoes, the top of my head can only be at the same level as her slightly bulging chest. Her slender figure is a bit too tall for her age, which makes me mistakenly think that she is very thin.

She rarely talks. Sometimes she is more like a quiet cat. When there are people, she will squat in the most inconspicuous corner. This is the most surprising thing to me. It seems that everyone is like Deliberately ignoring her, as if she were air, no one has ever felt her presence.

She is also a greedy cat. Only when Kurtz has hunted a mountain delicacy, she will appear silently the next morning, her overly seductive eyes staring at the food, and sometimes she will stick out her red tongue. Licking the dripping grease.

Later, I finally realized that she was really a greedy cat, and she didn’t come out to steal food because she was hungry.

Because we don’t have delicious food every morning, as we go deeper and deeper into the canyon, it becomes harder and harder to hunt edible animals, and Xiao Chai Niu comes less and less often.

A few days ago, I complained to her that the caravan never gave us white bread and wheat cakes, and then I talked about how delicious these wheat-baked pasta were.

Every morning after that, I suddenly found two more browned wheat cakes next to my pillow, and sometimes there might be two bowl-sized white breads, one for me and the other for Kuz’s hush money.

There is no secret between Kuz and me, he is my brother, I cut the white bread into thin slices, spread sour jujube sauce, bacon and tomato slices on it to make a delicious sandwich, which tasted very delicious. This was the first time Kuz ate vegetable food with such relish.

The people in the caravan would not be surprised why the two of us brothers could get all kinds of delicious food, because privately some people would take out their own collections to exchange with the little orc Kuz for some of the orc secret dishes they thought were more delicious. The fist-sized tomato was exchanged by Kuz for half a smoked fish. Although Kuz did not understand what nutritional balance was, he was particularly concerned about what I said.

Xiao Chai Niu seemed to never appear when Old Kuru was around, and would always deliberately avoid Old Kuru. Even if I had tempting food, I could not resist. But every time Old Kuru left, she would suddenly appear and take away her share of the bacon and tomato sandwich. I was thinking it would be better if there was some cheese.

I always thought she was a maid or slave of a girl in the dance troupe, so I always tried my best to cover up for her, fearing that she would be whipped after being discovered. Kuz thought that I had found a lover in the dance troupe just like Uncle Fred, and he despised it. Crouching beside me and hooking my shoulder, he complained to me, "You humans are so emotional, Jia, you know how to raise a woman at such a young age?"

I leaned back in the leather seat on the back of the Thunder Rhino, threw the last bite of sandwich into my mouth, and smiled without saying anything. Actually, what I want to say is that I just found someone of the same kind as me, and I feel close to her, and want to help each other within my ability, so that I won't be lonely.

In the final analysis, I am still afraid of loneliness, just like knowing that we will separate from Kuz after arriving at the Guludin tribe. At that time, I felt like I was abandoned. Thinking that I would drift like a rootless duckweed again, I wanted to hide in the corner shivering.

I would become extremely dependent on Guoguo, a female magician who is willing to take me in.

So I also have a sense of sympathy for Xiao Chai Niu. She may be a little maid struggling to survive in the dance troupe, and I am a wanderer without an identity in this caravan. Fortunately, she seems to be doing well, at least she can eat delicious white bread every day, and I am also doing well. There are people around me who are willing to take care of me, including my brother Kuz.

There is a lack of everything here. The Thunder Rhino no longer adds grains to its daily feed. Now it only uses black beans and hay to maintain it. If it continues like this, the Thunder Rhino will lose weight. In order to prevent the Thunder Rhino from losing weight.

Kuz, Uncle Fred and I will take advantage of the evening before dark to scrape moss from the cracks in the cliffs on the mountain road. We can get half a bucket in one night. Unexpectedly, our move immediately attracted the whole caravan to follow suit. Sometimes, the two groups would even quarrel over a rock crack in a moss-producing area.

Drinking water is also very scarce. Not to mention washing your face every day, even drinking water is collected in the morning. The ice and snow on the rock layer are put into an iron bucket to slowly melt. This kind of water can be used for livestock, but people cannot drink it directly, which is easy to get sick.

We put this kind of water into a kettle and let it sit for a day and a night, then filter it with cotton cloth and boil it before drinking. It tastes bitter and astringent, there is no other way! The water carried from the West Lake grassland has been drunk long ago, and this kind of water is still in open supply!

Fuel is also in short supply. The temperature difference between day and night is too large here. During the day, wearing a single layer of clothes and walking with the Thunder Rhino will make you sweat. At night, sleeping in a fur coat will not be very warm. Therefore, the dry cow dung and dead wood in the sacks are consumed in large quantities every day, and there is no place to replenish them. The word "Chuan" is deeply engraved on the forehead of Steward Leipas.

Every day Old Kuru calculated how long it would take to reach the transfer station ahead, but the Thunder Rhinos could only walk a hundred miles a day and refused to move a step more. Recently, he was asked by Steward Leipas to go to the front of the caravan to observe the terrain more and more often, and he stayed there longer and longer. After coming back, he didn't say a word to us about the Salt Railway, but just took two puffs of the half-smoked dry cigarette that he had never been willing to light, just to satisfy his urge. When he was resting on the back of the Thunder Rhinoceros, I saw him with his hunched back facing me, still sighing: It's too heavy, alas!