The Mighty Ocean Turns into Mulberry Fields

  People are always forgetful, so after walking a section of the journey of life, they will unconsciously stop and sort out the gains and losses of the previous period. If the gains outweigh the losses, it proves that this period has not been wasted, and with joy and excitement, prepare for the next stage of the journey.

  If the loss is greater than the gain, it proves that this period of time has been wasted, and I wish I could turn back time to relive it. There's no medicine for regret in this world, so what's lost can't be retrieved, no matter how fast you run, even if you're faster than Liu Xiang. This is a universal principle of life. Is there really no exception in the world? In an era where even Newton's laws can be overthrown, it's understandable that there are one or two super-scientific things.

  Yun Yang had just taken the regret medicine, but it was a bit too potent, so when he found himself standing naked in the wilderness, all he could do was stare blankly ahead.

  The wilderness is beautiful, with a lush green carpet stretching from underfoot to the end of the field of vision. The occasional wildflowers that stretch out between the grasses add a few more colors to this carpet.

  "A wild chicken suddenly sprang out from the grass, startling Yun Ye into a stumble, and only then did he awaken from his daze."

  Her eyes regained their luster and her mind cleared from its dullness. "Where is this?" Yun Ye asked herself.

  Ten minutes ago, he was still carrying a backpack on the Gobi Desert searching for those two missing foreigners. Now, however, he is standing naked in the grassland. This has exceeded his understanding range. Looking at the scorching sun above, it's still familiar.

  Yun Ye confirmed that he was still on Earth, the low elm trees, scattered pagoda trees, quietly mixed among the waist-high wormwood grass, which made his mind much more at ease.

  Since I'm already in the northwest, there's nothing big that can't be done, just go back and it's fine, just walk a few more steps. Yun Ye thought he had encountered the legendary wormhole, walking from the front of the paper to the back, didn't leave the scope of the paper, purely lucky.

  I have been living in this desolate northwest for fifteen years, experiencing sandstorms, mudslides, quicksand, and wolf packs, and being bitten by giant ants. My nerves are already extremely tough, so now when I encounter a wormhole, it's no big deal. The wind blows, and my whole body feels chilled to the bone.

  It wasn't until May in the northwest that it was hot enough to make people rush around, he remembered that before coming out, he had replenished water at the sixth drinking point, saw a golden light flashing at the bottom of the water pool, thinking it was a natural gold block, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and was sucked here by a huge force.

  No wonder greed is the original sin of human beings. Yun Ye heavily slapped his right hand, letting you be greedy, now you've gotten into trouble.

  Covering the key areas, searching for a water pool everywhere. When circling around to the fourth lap, the sound of "gurgling" water finally reached my ears. Overjoyed, I jumped to the water's edge in three or two steps, only to see a clear stream flowing slowly through the grass. Following the stream upwards, before long, I arrived at the source of the small creek. A pile of clothes was floating at the outlet of the small creek, rolling up and down with the waves.

  Yun Ye put away all his clothes, including socks and shoes, and even a flat-bottomed pot that he used to cook instant noodles. He wrung out the clothes and spread them out to dry on a small tree nearby. Yun Ye let out a long sigh of relief, finally not having to run naked anymore. If only he could get his backpack back, he would have nothing more to ask for.

  Yun Ye spread out his hands, looking at the pale and tender skin, which was a full circle smaller than his own hands. This wasn't even an adult's hand. He had discovered this problem long ago but tried not to think about it. He reached back and grabbed the hair scattered on his shoulders, pulling hard, feeling a sharp pain. This wasn't a dream. Turning his head to look at the familiar young face in the water, Yun Ye vaguely felt that things weren't as simple as he thought.

  Survival is the top priority, in the wilderness you can go without clothes, but never without shoes. Running, this inherited instinct from our ancestors, although clumsy, is the most effective way to escape.

  Yun Ye knew that the water source in the wilderness was not a safe place to camp, holding onto his faintest hope, he forced himself to suppress the fear from within, staring tightly at the spring water, hoping that heaven would open its eyes and return his backpack to him.

  This is a land that no one has ever set foot in, the atmosphere of desolation envelops this quiet land. Yun Ye knows that he is just a mechanical engineer, if he wants to survive here, he absolutely cannot lack equipment, only by obtaining equipment can he have food, and only with tools can this 14 or 15-year-old body survive.

  Yun Yan shook off the heavy fur boots on his feet, the wet and soggy boots made him feel uncomfortable with every step, making a "plop, plop" sound. He gripped a wooden stick as thick as an egg in his hand, occasionally swishing it at the grass to boost his courage.

  It seemed that the gods and Buddhas in heaven heard his plea, and a green canvas strap floated out of the water outlet. Yun Ye's eyes lit up, he bent down to grab the strap and pulled it outward with force. With a loud splash, a half-person-high backpack jumped out of the water. Yun Ye hugged the backpack tightly, this is life! He drew out his entrenching tool with a steady hand.

  Not far from the stream, there was a patch of red sandstone, on which not a single blade of grass grew. Yun Yan moved the site to the top and carefully leveled out a flat area. The red sandstone had been scorching hot under the sun, so he slapped his wet clothes onto the rocks, believing that they would be dry in less than an hour.

  The tent was set up, with gaps left on all sides to let the hot wind take away the moisture. After checking that the entire equipment was in good condition, Yun Yan let out a long sigh of relief.

  He had long since given up hope for the compass, the more precise something is, the easier it is to break, this is common sense. The direction-of-travel arrow still stubbornly pointed north, even when filled with water. After determining his location on the map using intersecting lines method, he was surprised to find that his position had not changed at all from before. How could this be? Had the compass gone bad?

  After observing the plants, Yun Hao denied the idea that the compass was broken, and he couldn't figure it out. The powerful shanzhai mobile phone had no signal at all, looking at the outline of the distant mountains, except for being full of trees, wasn't this just that desolate Gobi?

  The wormhole didn't change my location, but did it change time?

  Yun Ye buried his head in his knees, his mind was as big as a bowl and his heart was as messy as hemp. The word "crossing" he had always thought was made up by his family, now it actually happened to himself.

  Yun Ye had always thought that he was a family man, with his mother, wife and son forming the strongest fortress in his heart. If it were just a matter of distance, he wouldn't have considered it a problem, even if he were on Mars, he would kidnap little green men to take him back home. But now it wasn't just distance, but a vast expanse of over a thousand years.

  Northwest, no, to be precise, the disappearance of the forest in Longzhong is a matter after the Tang Dynasty. The drastic change in climate and the rapid expansion of population have caused an ecological disaster. As a person from Longzhong, Yun Ye is clearer than others what this greenness represents.

  "Is it now the Tang? Or the Han? Or even the Qin? Please don't let it be the Northern and Southern Dynasties, I'm just a small person, I can't bear too much responsibility."

  Yun Ruo muttered incoherently to herself.

  The air is pure, the scenery is beautiful, and even the rabbits by your side are kind. Hiding in the shadow of Yun Ye to comfort him.

  The gurgling brook washed away the crimson bloodstains, Yun Ye's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the plump rabbit, his stomach had been hungry for a long time.

  Yun Ye chewed on the delicious rabbit meat, with grease occasionally slipping from the corner of his mouth. The bonfire in front of him was still burning, the sun had already set, and the red glow of dusk pressed down on the mountain peaks, as large and small birds flew towards the distant forest.

  Yun Ye couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over him, and he hugged the half-roasted rabbit tightly, wailing loudly. The endless chill in the air roused Yun Ye from his dream. Last night, it seemed as though he had returned to that noisy world of before - his wife's tenderness, his son's rebellion, his mother's nagging all reappeared before him once again. He wiped his face, chasing away the last vestiges of nostalgia.

  Survival is the most important thing at present, only by being alive can we talk about other things. Today, I must thoroughly face this new life. The bonfire was lit again, and yesterday's leftover rabbit meat was roasted over the fire, slowly eaten with boiling water, one mouthful at a time.

  Food was precious, and after the last wisp of oil vapor on the dry bones, Yun Ye's will also firmed up. He couldn't always live like a savage alone in this wilderness.

  Humans are social animals with various emotional needs. Living alone will only lead to a return to primitive state, language function will degenerate, brain function will degenerate, and limbs will become stronger instead. Yun Yan doesn't want to be a savage in the wilderness.

  The road, where is it? Lu Xun once said that as more people walk, a road will form. But Yun Ye was the first person to step onto the barren wilderness.

  So, I can only make my own way. Having walked less than a mile, Yun Ye was already panting, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, how much physical strength could he have, let alone carrying thirty kilograms of equipment on his back.

  Forget it, Yun Ye decided to walk along the stream, after all, he had to converge into the Yellow River. The icy creek water made his feet almost numb, and the sun on his head was scorching hot, the tall grass by the stream was so green and long that it felt like a thousand knives slashing across his face, leaving red marks all over.

  It's freezing one moment and scorching the next, that's how you get a chill. Yun Ye saw a huge patch of sandy ground ahead, about two acres in size, and hurried to take a few steps forward. As soon as he stepped onto the red sand, a black shadow suddenly pounced towards him, his heart racing with fear, he instinctively swung his shovel at the shadow, only to hear a pitiful "baaa" cry, a grey wild goat fell into the creek, splashing water all over Yun Ye's body. The goat struggled to get up in the creek water, probably its leg was broken by the shovel blow, just as it managed to flip itself over, it fell again into the water. Seeing its painful struggle, Yun Ye had no choice but to raise his steel shovel once more...

  The rabbit leg eaten in the morning has been digested, and my stomach is growling again. The half-grown kid is exhausting his old man, Yun Ye has returned to this embarrassing age.

  He sighed and began to dissect the poor sheep with his Ingersoll knife. The sheep's entrails were left only with the heart and waist, while the other entrails were deeply buried in the sand. At that time, Yun Hao's culinary skills had been rapidly improving under his wife's tireless efforts. After a hearty meal of roasted mutton, the spicy flavor still lingered in their mouths. The leftover mutton was then carefully smoked with lemongrass by him, who would have thought that the common green grass in the northwest was an excellent material for smoking mutton?

  Yun Ye felt proud of his strong PR skills once again, thinking back to the first time he tasted Uyghur old man's roasted lamb, he almost swallowed his tongue.

  A set of Yingjisha knives, plus a week's worth of work for Bai Gan, were needed to extract the secret formula from Old Han. The key ingredient was this ubiquitous cogon grass, which almost caused Old Han and him to fall out. Although it's a bit degrading to use it for smoking meat, there's no better way in this early summer weather - just a few hours and you can attract all the flies in the world.

  Sincerely grateful after passing by a sheep, Yun Ye put on his dried clothes and once again set foot on the journey to find the crowd.

  The stream turned a bend at the foot of the mountain and flowed eastward, as did 99.9% of the world's rivers. This small stream was no exception. Yun Ye followed this small stream for three days, except that there were fewer trees and less grass.

  The city on the map has vanished.

  As far as the eye can see, there is no sign of human habitation in the entire basin. The lush green grass covers the ground, and occasionally a small bird shoots up into the sky with a "whoosh" sound. A large group of wild horses gallops across the grassy plain, frolicking and playing. Their manes, blown by the wind, shine like millions of golden threads in the sunlight. The yellow sheep lower their heads to graze among the grass, occasionally raising their necks to gaze into the distance. Even the pheasants fly low over the ground, flapping their wings twice before taking off again. The breeze carries the fragrance of the green grass.

  The air brings all sorts of breaths of life, and nature is so beautiful.

  Yun Yan completely collapsed, what a broken landscape, where is my concrete forest? Where are the roaring cars? The acid gas emitted from my factory? My towering heavy industry chimneys? My city committee building that was full of the spirit of the times but was cursed by people? Where did my most beloved plastic bags flying all over the sky go? Those crowds of people I despise? The city clamor that made me collapse? The rotten and smelly urban garbage piled up like mountains?

  My dear family, where are you all?

  Don't leave me alone!

  Yun Ye lay on his back on the soft grass, tears flowing freely like a burst dam.

  It was just a dream, and the vast ocean turned into mulberry fields.