The green leaves are set against the blue sky, the sun peeks out slightly with bright rays, the mountains and fields are covered with white wild chrysanthemums, and one or two foraging insects occasionally appear, and the morning air is always particularly fresh.
Deep in the woods, a ray of sunlight shines on Liu Xuanfeng through the gaps in the leaves. He is hanging on a dense tree, sometimes fluttering in the wind, sometimes motionless like a dead corpse.
Like a dried salted fish.
His fingers trembled slightly, as if the ray of sunlight had awakened the young man who had been sleeping for a long time. The young man saw a blur of green in his eyes, with his head facing down. He seemed to understand his situation and struggled with his weak body to gently move his position so that he would not hang on the branch.
He seemed very weak, and all his strength was exhausted just to move his position.
Quietly, quietly, he leaned on the branches and tried to regain his strength until the sun set.
He finally opened his eyes and glanced down.
There are no stones, there are no obvious bulges in the grass, and it is not high. In conclusion, it is impossible to fall to death.
After confirming that it was safe, he turned it over gently.
"Bang!"
The feeling of his body hitting the ground was not pleasant. Liu Xuanfeng fainted for a few hours. After waking up, he struggled to get up and staggered towards the east.
He didn't know how long he had been walking when he saw a road not far away. He took advantage of the situation and fell to the side of the road. Life or death was a matter of fate.
Intention: Only when you lose can you know how to cherish
