Lan Yin Bi Yue

Capítulo 5

The savage paused, then looked outside the cave. It was midday, and the sun was shining brightly.

So he must not understand how I can see the sun set at noon.

"Come on, come on..." I shook his hand. "We'll be there soon, it won't be long, the sun will set soon."

He was shaken so badly by me that he slowly stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he approached.

I was startled and stared at him, thinking of the bloodshot eyes we had met yesterday. He was much better now. Did he sleep well last night? His bloodshot eyes had gradually improved. Did my arrival comfort him? He had been all alone here all this time. Did the redness in his eyes come from his unease, or something else?

The savage raised his hand, and the tip of his broken fingernail gently touched my face.

I snapped out of it; I'd actually been staring at him so intently—how embarrassing! He gave me a faint, upturned smile, revealing a mustache that looked like a blackened version of Santa Claus, which now partially obscured his lips, leaving only a blurred half-curve visible.

"Want to watch the sunset?" I asked him again to confirm.

He nodded, and I smiled as if I had gotten a small advantage.

He ruffled my hair, and I resisted his hand. He then pulled me close and hugged me tightly. His breathing changed slightly, and I sighed, not understanding why this wild man would hug me so often. Perhaps he was certain that my lightness skill wasn't as good as his, or perhaps he felt sorry for me because I wasn't wearing shoes.

Before sunset

As we soared through the air again, I screamed, and the savage patted me, telling me to open my eyes.

I saw myself sitting on his lap. He was sitting on a protruding cliff face. It was very high up, about three stories above the ground. In the distance, I could see forests, different forests, grasslands, and more forests. That large area was probably another forest, and the area covered with small white flowers was also a forest.

The savage put his arms around my waist, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

Silently gazing at the distant scenery, the two seemed like a true couple.

But the turmoil in my heart was not as comforting as the tranquil scenery at this moment.

It's really over. I can see the whole picture now, and as far as the eye can see, there's no way out except for the woods.

If I want to get out, the only way is through this savage with superb lightness skills behind me.

But the savages did not want to go out.

So what can I use to prove that I traveled through time, or that it was just a dream?

When I dream of the ancient, wild man in the deep mountains, nothing happened between us. He sees me as the love I once lost and could never make up for, so I will stay with him, forever trapped in this place surrounded by cliffs and devoid of life.

My future prospects and hopes for life, illuminated by the high and mighty sunlight, are shrouded in gloom and despair.

“Savage…” I called him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist but didn't react.

I smiled. He probably thought I was going to say something strange again. When the breeze came, he hugged me even tighter. I took his hand, thought for a moment, and wrote on his hand: What kind of person is Sheng Huan?

Perhaps my traditional Chinese characters were too embarrassing to be seen, or perhaps I wrote them wrong. In any case, he held my hand for a long time without reacting. I thought I really had written them wrong. I turned my head to peek at him. His eyes, reflected in the lush green of the mountains, seemed indifferent. His black pupils were clearly more than the bloodshot white parts. He didn't need to wear colored contact lenses anymore, I thought excitedly.

Yet, a sense of gloom settled in my heart. What kind of person is this wild man who doesn't need colored contact lenses, living alone in this valley? What does he want from me to be willing to take me away from here one day?

Just as I was about to look away, the savage turned his head and met my eyes.

The wild man's hair was dry, as if it had been drained of nutrients, but it was straight and not frizzy or fluffy at all.

He took my hand and slowly wrote on my palm: Stars.

I was puzzled. "Stars?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the bright sun in the sky, then covered my eyes with his hand. I looked up and saw the sunlight streaming in through his fingers.

What did he want me to see? In the darkness, I thought... light... stars.

In the end, Sheng Huan never revealed what kind of person he was. He was a very passive person, and he was unwilling to change the status quo unless I actively asked for something.

I can fall asleep in his arms without him waking me up or having to change positions because my arms and legs get sore.

“You’re a savage,” I suddenly said, “so you should be wilder.”

I looked at him and continued, "If you want to be with me, you have to learn to be as talkative as me, otherwise how can we be a good match?"

He turned his head and looked at me for a while, then wrote on my hand: Okay.

"Fine, then write a few more words!" I wriggled my butt against him. "Will you die from writing a few more words, or do you want to suffocate me?"

Afraid that I would actually wriggle off him, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them tightly around me before nodding and saying "okay" to me, seemingly with a sound but also seemingly without a sound, through the air in his mouth.

“Savage,” I stopped what I was doing, “you have such a good temper…”

He smiled.

"Were you unable to speak since you were little?"

He fell silent again.

"Then send me a sound."

I watched him open his mouth, his vocal cords struggling to produce a weak, feeble sound, his breath faint and feeble.

“Then pronounce ‘Sun’.”

He still mispronounced "ān" instead of "āi..."

"Then you'll turn 'green'."

"hinder…"

“发 '山'”.

"hinder…"

I was deflated. "Why do you only say 'Ai'? I don't say 'Ah ah ah'. My name is Sun Qingshan."

He stared at me, his eyes slowly turning to confusion and a hint of shame.

He gripped my hand even tighter, but I pulled away—"Savage, look! What's that over there!"

He followed my gaze and frowned instantly.

The cliff face was riddled with holes of varying sizes. Perhaps they shouldn't be called holes, but rather like burrows dug by giant rats. Each one seemed quite deep, and they were spaced far apart, forming patches and patches. It wasn't just one place; upon closer inspection, they were found to be everywhere. How could there be such suspicious-looking holes in a valley where even insects would have difficulty flying around?

I was startled. Could this be proof of extraterrestrial life? Had I discovered alien ruins? Could this be the legendary nth wonder of the world?

So, I was chosen to come here because aliens were conducting experiments?

So who is this savage next to me?

I frowned, stepped back, and stared intently at the scruffy-bearded savage.

His identity is indeed unknown.

I stretched out my index finger and poked his head from one side to the other, then pulled his hair and dragged him back to my face.

I stared straight into his eyes. Do earthlings have such perfectly round eyes that look like they're wearing contact lenses? The answer is definitely yes, but they are rare.

"Are you an alien or not?" I asked the wild man seriously.

The savage stared at me, his eyes still somewhat blank. He tried to take my hand, but I quickly and nimbly dodged it.

"Are you human?" This question seemed relatively simple, so I decided to proceed step by step.

The savage was still staring at me, seemingly not understanding what I was saying. Gradually, he stopped being dazed and confused, and just looked at me as if he wanted to see through me, as if he had already given up hope.

Ah, despair again!

"Are you even a man?!" I snapped, shoving him hard, but instead of getting off him, I pushed myself away.

Seeing his panicked and helpless expression, I glanced around and saw the scenery around me rushing upwards. I was falling backwards, but I wasn't afraid of falling from the height of the third floor at all, because before I could even feel scared, the savage chased down and hugged me tightly.

Using the momentum, he reversed his fall, stepped over the protruding rocks, and landed on the ground somewhat unsteadily. In the end, neither of them was injured.

I pulled my head out of his arms. He frowned, grabbed my hand, and wrote hard on my palm: Do you want to die?

I laughed, withdrew my hand, and felt a burning sensation in my palm. So he was still a person after all, a man, and capable of anger and questioning.

He still had a frown on his face, and the smile on my face only fueled his anger.

"Savage, I'm sure now that you're not an alien."

He glared at me fiercely, but this time there was no despair; he was angry with me.

"Don't be angry..." I shook his arm.

It took him a while to finally exhale, but he seemed unwilling to give up until he heard me admit my mistake, and he continued to stare at me without blinking.

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong. I won't do it again next time, alright?"

He roughly grabbed my hand again and quickly wrote on it with his fingertips: No next time!

"Yes!" I nodded. "There won't be a next time, absolutely not a next time, okay?"

The savage remained silent for a long time before finally letting me go. Then he bent down and squatted down in front of me.

"What are you doing—stop grabbing my feet, I can't stand up—"

Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly lifted my right foot, and I swayed, falling forward onto his back.

He ran his fingers across the sole of my foot. "Ouch...!" I couldn't help but groan softly.

Only then did he raise his head, and I slowly straightened up. We looked at each other, as if we suddenly understood the look in each other's eyes. The wild man's look at that moment, translated, meant: You are injured.

I was injured. He knelt down, bent over, and carefully brought his head close.

What is he doing—I was startled by his actions. His head was already at my feet, and his lips were slowly approaching—no way, I suddenly shuddered. Was he going to lick my feet? If your hand is injured, you lick your hand; if your foot is injured, you don't lick your foot, right…?

His breath was slowly drawing closer; I could even feel the warm air exhaled from the savage's nostrils. He breathed slowly, like a child's fingers scratching the soles of my feet—

"No!!!" I roared to the sky and kicked the savage right in the nose.

Digital Games

I've been in Savage Valley for almost a month now, and life is both boring and frustrating.

I named this untouched valley Savage Valley, the cave where I lived with the savages Savage Cave, the hot spring behind the cave Savage Spring, and all the fruits that grew all over the valley Savage Fruit.

The savage used to live alone, and he didn't seem like the type to manage a household. But now that I'm here, I've started directing him to dig a well for water, to pick leaves to make clothes, to weave straw sandals from vines, and to use torches to shoo away mosquitoes. I don't know how to do anything else. Actually, the savage has more survival skills than me. He just listens to everything I say, which makes me seem more like a leader.

The savage was sitting next to me, tending a fire. Outside the cave entrance, a storm was brewing, but even though it was only afternoon, the sky looked like night.

I was so bored that I took a charred twig and wrote a string of Arabic numerals on the ground: 1234567890. After I finished writing, I grabbed the savage and brought him in front of me. "Come on, take a look. Do you recognize him?"

The savage looked at a set of numbers written on the ground in a very free and unrestrained manner, shook his head, and looked at me.

I was glad to see him shake his head. There must be things in this world that I know but he doesn't. So I pointed to the ground with a twig and said, "This is one, this is two, this is three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, zero... Do you understand?"

The savage looked at me, then at the numbers on the ground, and shook his head.