Chapter 98 Chapter 5 Dawn is far away on the other side (5)

After running from Taiwan to Madagascar, what Marty finally got was such an absurd ending? The whole trip to Madagascar is to follow Jesus, and now Jesus is gone, with his tranquility, leaving Marty with chaotic unresolved reflections, a blanket, a dagger, a wooden bowl, and an acupuncture Bag. Marty picked up Jesus' bag from the sand and shook it so it wasn't dusty.She picked up all Jesus' things and packed them back.With her own satchel on her left shoulder and Jesus's bag on her right, Marty embarks on her journey. With no goal, no direction, and relying on Jesus' path for many days, Marty was at a loss as to where he was.Looking around now, she saw that outside the village was a short grassland with sparse palm trees; and not far to the east was a high mountain.

This is very puzzling.Marty remembered that on the way here, she only saw a palm field like an endless maze. How could she not have any impression of such a tall and sharp mountain protruding from the plain? The mountain with a very strange shape is like the most primitive cone-shaped mountain peak described by a child. The whole mountain is bare and there are only naked rocks. According to visual inspection, it is about 1,000 meters or more, or 2,000 meters. In short, its peak Already between the clouds.The strange thing is that it borders the flat land without any uplifted buffer zone. The whole mountain is like a piece of shark fin suddenly emerging from the water, swimming here silently overnight.

Jesus walked in the direction of the mountain. Marty pulled herself together, and she walked toward the mountain, and toward Jesus.This is an unfinished road, and she has a stubborn idea in her heart that she must finish it, even if she doesn't like the scenery on the road more and more. Walking towards the rising sun, Marty soon approached the mountain.The land became more desolate when approaching the surroundings of the mountain, so Marty could see Jesus sitting at the foot of the mountain from a distance, as in the past, waiting for her posture. When Marty came to Jesus and saw him sitting on the sand with his arms in his arms, she felt a little ashamed in her heart. She didn't forgive Jesus, but she was just sorry for her rage and gaffe. Jesus was unforgivable, but she also behaved beyond the bounds of civilized man.Marty walked up to Jesus, picked up the small pottery in his arms, put it into the bag, and returned the bag to him.This is a formal settlement.

Jesus picked up the satchel and walked slowly up the hillside.Marty followed. Why are you still following Jesus?Because Marty had a strange feeling in her heart, she felt that Jesus wanted her to follow him.It felt like Marty couldn't describe it, except that it was a very clear message, from Jesus, and one of her hearts received it, like a picture postcard from a fax machine, vague overall, but the gist Clearly, he wanted her to follow him. So Marty came to the foot of the mountain, and now she followed Jesus up the mountain. There was no formed path on the hillside, and they walked up the fine gravel.With every step, small pieces of stone chips rolled down the hillside.The trend of this mountain is not gentle, but it is not too steep, just enough for them to keep walking upwards, and only need to add hands to climb in steep places.

When he first went up the mountain, Marty looked back frequently. At the foot of the mountain was an endless yellow-brown short grassland, with palm tree shadows scattered on the grassland. Not far from the foot of the mountain, dozens of thatched huts stood together, which was the dead village. A whole village of people died at dawn on this day, and they died before Marty's eyes.Despite his best efforts, seeing the whole village die with his own eyes made Marty very sad.I always feel that people should not disappear helplessly like a piece of grass; I always feel that the entire ethnic group should not disappear quietly in the yellow sand like this.Looking at the quiet dead village again, Marty knew that the sand blown by the wind would soon obliterate the whole village, and no one would remember the stories that happened in this village.

Marty couldn't look back, Jesus was already far ahead of her.After walking for a while, the mountain road became steeper and steeper, and Marty almost stumbled several times. She found that the safest way was to walk in the footsteps of Jesus.Miraculously, Jesus could always step on a foothold that allowed the weight of the whole body to be balanced among the ferocious rocks. Marty stepped on his footsteps and gradually got out of the knack. They rose to the high place at a steady speed. The sun is also rising in winter.Although walking on the shady side of the mountain, Marty's clothes were already soaked in sweat.Some tough grasses can be seen between the rocks, revealing fresh greenery from the thin soil.Marty wiped her sweat with her sleeves frequently, her legs were aching, and now she was climbing the protruding rocks on the dangerous cliff with both hands.When she slipped on her toes, she kicked a pile of stones and rolled down the mountain.Marty was trying to balance when Jesus reached down from the cliff and pulled her up.

With his back against the cliff, Marty's robes were blown up by the strong wind.After standing still, Marty realized that they had climbed one-third of the height of the mountain.Marty sat down to rest with Jesus, overlooking the scenery below the mountain. As soon as the sun climbed over the top of the mountain, the hidden place where Marty and Jesus were sitting turned into a sunny side, and the surrounding area suddenly became clear, and the shadow cast by the mountain on the field gradually narrowed. dead village. Looking down from here, the surrounding plains are open, and the dead village is just below them.Marty saw the brown thatched cottages in the village arranged in an oval shape like blossoming mushrooms.She saw the small square in the village and the bushes at the entrance of the village, a familiar scene, but in Marty's eyes, it was another scene.

Because sitting at the current height, Marty not only saw the dead village, her eyes saw more places outside the dead village.She was amazed at what she saw.This dead village no longer looks gloomy, in fact, on the contrary, Marty sees a thriving vitality. Outside the dead village, there is a vast dry grassland and sparse forest terrain. Marty is no stranger to this scene along the way.But on her journey she overlooked another important player, the thin pencil-shaped plants with lice-like seeds.Marty himself named the plant spiny asparagus. The spiny asparagus spreads its thorny seeds far afield by relying on passing animals.If no humans or beasts have passed by, after a long wait, its lice-like seeds wither and fall to the bottom of the branches, new shoots grow, and new spiny asparagus grows next to the mother plant.

Looking down from the current height, Marty realized that the thorny asparagus that seemed to grow everywhere without meaning turned out to be such a large-scale and planned development of its giant life form.Each thorny asparagus will first reproduce a cluster of green and velvety thorny asparagus from around the mother plant, and then grow towards the nearest another cluster to form a strip-shaped growth area; and the formed ribbon-shaped thorny asparagus cluster, It will spread to the nearest another piece of thorny asparagus, and finally connect into a larger kingdom of thorny asparagus.

What Marty sees now is the thorny asparagus coming from all directions in the wilderness, like a giant green arm, stretching out slowly in units of seasons, just about to cover the current site of the dead village .The location of the dead village is undoubtedly a source of water in the wilderness. Light green, hardy and ready to wait, spiny asparagus is an unassuming winner in the wilderness.At this moment, it is extending towards the dark dead village with its green claws full of vitality.Under the sun, Marty saw the vigorous posture of the spiny asparagus, swaying lively in the wind. For people, it is a desolate dead village; in the wilderness, it is another nourishing land full of vitality.

Something important formed tears in Marty's eyes.Her tears rolled down to the ground and became happy food for a small grass in the crevice. A village dies, and Marty is very sad because she is human after all, with human feelings.