Chapter 87 Chapter 4 All the way up to heaven (1)

Marty bathed and washed clothes by the small lake.A beautiful small freshwater lake, unbelievably appearing on the rocky dry land near the sea, probably caused by a spring.The bottom of the lake is covered with green velvet plants that are straight into the shape of spires. Looking down from the lake, it is like a bird's-eye view of a whole palm forest that sinks into the bottom of the lake.Marty sees his own reflection, naked, flying above the palm trees.She had lost some weight, and after shedding her skin a few times, her whole body was a uniform bright brown.She had traveled alone for forty-one days in the plains of Sisa.

Marty has a quiet Antandro at his side.She didn't evade him, because there were several Antandro men and women nearby who also took off their clothes and washed their bodies with the water of the lake.They scooped up water to rinse instead of jumping directly into the lake, maybe there are some inviolable creatures living in the lake, so Marty scooped up water and splashed his body in the same way. The Antandros whispered, but when they met Marty's eye, they turned their heads shyly away again.Marty and them do not understand the language at all, and the two sides can only look at each other with natural kindness.In fact, Marty found more and more that talking was superfluous.How many words will it take to replace a friendly gaze?Now she smiled at the Antandros beside her, drying herself in the gray robe before putting on her clothes.She put on two layers of shirts she had brought from the city, and then she wrapped herself in a robe.It was already late autumn, and the strong wind blowing on the plain was becoming unbearable.

Marty wrapped the soap in parchment paper and put it back in her backpack, and she took out the jug and filled it with fresh water.A gust of wind blew away the items in the backpack, and the Antandro people around him cleverly volleyed to catch Marty's small notebook, and accompanied Marty to pick it up in a hurry, but there was still a pen and a roll of toilet paper rolled into it. in the lake. Marty was busy stuffing things back into his backpack, when he looked up, he saw the Antandro man frowning, staring at the small notebook in his hand, with a perplexed look on his face.Marty took it over and saw that it was the picture of Jesus enclosed in a transparent plastic page.

"You, do you know him?" Marty asked with his eyes. Language doesn't matter, they both understand.The Antandro looked up and said, "Jesus." And he used very non-standard, but clear French. "Where is he?" Marty asked. The Antandro pointed in one direction with a straight finger.Not far from them, there is only the green sea in that direction. In the turquoise sea, there are white waves hitting the steep rocky shore. Occasionally, a wave that is too high hits a small rocky island near the sea, and breaks into thousands of pieces on the island. Daobai Waterfall.Marty sat watching the tide, and she thought, someday the waves will wear away the rocky islands, maybe in a million years or so.One million years later, who knows who will witness the sea burial on this small island with their own eyes.

Marty sat on the shore.The rough rocky shore has a drop of several feet from the sea level. She can't help but walk to the shore and look down. Below are the ferocious reefs and turbulent sea water. On the left is the winding and desolate coastline, and on the right are raised reef cliffs , no one, not even living things.She looked back at the freshwater lake not far away, and saw that the Antandros were all gone, and she was the only one living and breathing by the sea. She couldn't understand why the Antandros said that Jesus was here.Is it a misunderstanding?Impossible again.The sea breeze made her shudder, and Marty sat down, raised the hem of his robe, and began to catch lice.

In fact, there are no lice on Marty's cloth robe. It's all because of an extremely difficult plant growing in the wilderness, which flutters in the wind in the shape of a thin pencil. As long as humans and animals pass by, its seeds the size of rice grains will adhere to the upper body. Can't shake it off.The seeds with a blunt head and a pointed tail have a few thin awns that are as hard as needles on the bottom side. The shape of the whole seed is exactly like a louse. Tee jumped up in shock, and blood flowed from the stab wound immediately.Marty had to carefully scratch out the lice every day before sunset, so that he wouldn't be on pins and needles at night.

After catching for a while, she took out dry food from the bag and ate again. Marty felt generally relaxed, and she began to hum.Facing the sea, it was the time of the magnificent sunset. Without a watch, Marty thought, if a person does not look at the watch or the direction, how will he distinguish the sunset from the dawn? Really can't tell.The sea level in front of me was reflected in a soft rose red by the dawn-like setting sun, and a black halberd suddenly protruded from the entire sea of ​​brilliant roses. The heart of Luoyang.Marty squinted his eyes against the glare of the setting sun, until the black shadow climbed ashore and approached her eyes, and Marty realized that this man, naked, was the Jesus in the photo.

Younger and stronger than she thought, Jesus walked by her.Even though he wasn't wearing the gray robe, Marty was sure it was Jesus at a glance.His hair and beard were cut short, and his brows were bright.After witnessing it with his own eyes, Marty was too shocked to speak.This Jesus is simply a copy of Hai'an, the brown version in the desert. Jesus walked past Marty, completely ignoring him. As if Marty were a rock that had been on the shore for thousands of years, Jesus passed her by, neither avoiding her nor looking at her.Jesus walked behind a rock, found out his gray robe and straw sandals, put them on, picked up a gray cloth bag, and left the coast.

why?Marty couldn't tell either.She didn't call out to Jesus, probably because it was too quiet, so quiet that she couldn't break through.Jesus' eyes, posture, and footsteps were all so strangely peaceful, as if shrouded in a cloud of alien air, she felt the need to remain silent. At the same time, because it was too loud, she couldn't make a sound.This trail of Jesus walking away, oddly to Marty, looked like diamond needlepoints on a record, scraping the ground along the way, making high notes too loud for humans to hear. Marty got up, picked up the backpack on his shoulders, and followed him from a distance.

On the edge of a small freshwater lake, the man who called Jesus stopped, knelt down to scoop up a skin of water, and then continued on.Marty followed at a distance.Neither of them was in a hurry, and the sun dipped inch by inch into the rose-colored sea level behind them. The endless wasteland, except for the occasional few tufts of short grass, or a sprawling thorn tree or two, without any recognizable landmarks.The sky was bright and dark, and the stars had not yet appeared, but Jesus turned a ninety-degree turn in the wilderness, as if he was walking on an invisible path.Matty didn't take any tricks, she also walked to the turning, and then turned right and continued to follow.

A few more clueless turns, and they now followed the shoreline.The terrain gradually rose, and the man named Jesus and Marty, one in front of the other behind, with a gap of about twenty meters, climbed up a gentle cliff by the sea. At last they came to a mountain wall facing the whole sea.Above the head is a huge rock protruding, forming a corridor-shaped shelter on the mountain wall, about 200 square meters wide.Apparently, Jesus lived here. Spacious natural cave, but very crowded.Marty opened his eyes wide and looked at the rock wall on the inside, where countless snipe lived.Not only in this cave, but also on the wind-eroded and uneven rock walls outside, there are also petite sandpipers, there are about 100,000 of them.The sky was dim, and their lineup could not be seen, but the chirping sounds of a hundred thousand sandpipers were enough to be thrilling.