He hugged his mother with both hands, his knees slightly bent, and with a force, he disappeared in an instant, leaving me alone to watch for a long time in the direction where they disappeared.

"You slept soundly."

Turning around, the human being was still sleeping soundly. I walked up to him with big steps and slapped him hard on the face several times.

Not only did he not wake up, he turned his body around. I was a little angry. If I slept like this in our territory, I don't know how many times I would die.

I continued to drag him and cover his mouth and nose. After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up with a startle, gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to recover, and shouted at me: "What are you doing? You almost suffocated me to death."

.”

I wasn't angry either, so I sat down next to him and said, "Why do you always sleep? Don't you sleep enough these days?"

His consciousness recovered a lot and his breath calmed down, but he was still a little sleepy. He yawned a few times, then lay down again and whispered: "It's still early, and I can't find anything when I go out now."

, I’ll sleep for a while, don’t disturb me.”

As soon as I finished speaking, before my eyelids could close, I pulled him up again and kept pushing him: "Don't sleep, get up and stay with me for two hours. When mother comes back, you can sleep however you want. Come on."

Get up, otherwise I'll keep annoying you and don't want to sleep."

This went on for a quarter of an hour, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and he stood up and compromised, shouting.

I did something wrong, but it was really uncomfortable to wait alone for two hours, especially after knowing the specific time when my mother would come back, I kept looking forward to it in my heart, and if I didn't distract myself, it would be like a year.

Now that he was up, I suddenly didn't know what to say. I just stared blankly at the pile of embers not far away, picking up a few small stones from time to time and throwing them into it.

He looked around as if he was looking for something, then stood up and walked to the embers to pick up most of the piece of meat, which was the one he had not finished eating before.

"I remember I kept it next to me when I was sleeping. Why did it come here?" He turned back and looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

Could it be possible that you thought it was me?

I didn't respond to him, but I knew very well in my heart that his sleeping posture was as close as a kick. If I hadn't been worried about my mother, I would have laughed at him a long time ago.

Seeing that I ignored her, he strode over, tore off a small piece of meat and handed it to me, asking, "Where is your mother? Where has she gone?"

"I went to get the ID badge with the guard." I took the food, turned around and put it on the ground without eating. I murmured again: "I really don't know what the use of that damn thing is."

He probably heard the last words. He shook his head, and the meat that had been bitten into his mouth loosened again, and sighed: "Why do you say such things again? I have said it to you so many times.

ID tags are essential.”

Every time I said that the ID badge was useless, he would say something like this without knowing what to say, so I didn't bother to refute. At this time, I suddenly heard him sigh.

"That's right, we are picking up things, and the identity tags are not recognized as human beings, so it is really useless." Having said this, he hurriedly changed his tone and continued: "But for normal people, the identity tags are everything, so what's the point?

Do you remember what I said to you?"

I thought for a while and nodded: "It seems to have an impression."

"The identity card is similar to that, but the three, six, and nine grades are just recited in people's mouths, and the identity card is equivalent to its embodiment."

After much thought, I still didn't understand, so I asked, "What does recitation and embodiment mean?"

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Oh, if the legend is false, the concrete version is true. Do you understand me?"

I seemed to understand and nodded. He glanced at me and whispered: "I know you still don't understand. Let's put it this way, if someone with a certain high status kills us, we don't have to bear any burden, even if the status is high.

The previous point is that committing a crime can be settled with some effort. The identity card is the thing that determines the identity. Just like the Yao family, why do they make things difficult for us? It’s because we are scavengers. The words are ugly, even pigs and dogs

Not comparable."

"Oh." Now I really understand. It's like I look down on ant beasts and think that there is no need for such weak creatures to exist. However, this idea seems to have changed a long time ago. Why? Ah?

,Can not remember.

No matter how weak the ant beast is, at least it is a beast, in my mind, it is hundreds of times stronger than a human being.

If this idea is relative, that is to say, after having the identity card, my mother and I will have a much easier journey. It doesn't matter whether it is a lost item or something else, it doesn't matter.

I suddenly became a little expectant, then turned to look at this human being, and said to him: "Can you show me your identity card?"

Hearing what I said, he was suddenly stunned. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "I... don't have an ID card."

How is it possible? He has repeated the importance of identity tags countless times in front of me these days. According to him, even a newborn cub will receive its own identity in the shortest possible time.

"You said before that as long as you are human, you will have it, aren't you a human?"

When he heard this, he pushed me away and hurriedly said: "How is that possible!"

I stepped forward again and continued the topic: "I'll just take a look and see what it looks like."

"No." This time he stood up and ran ten meters away. With such reluctance, was he really not a human being?

I no longer approach him. There are too many unknowns in human territory. Even if he is not human and is unwilling to tell me, there is nothing I can do. There is no way I can rush up and tell him that I am not human either. Isn't that asking for death?

He ran out and stood there for a long time. I kept watching his back. After a long time, he slowly walked towards me with small steps. His speed was so slow, as if I was a ferocious beast.

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A distance of more than ten meters, he took one step and stopped ten steps. It took him a quarter of an hour to reach me. After some hesitation, he finally said in a very small voice: "I really don't have an ID card. I have thrown it away a long time ago."

It’s useless to keep it, so what kind of identity do you need to pick up the lost items?”

After those words, he didn't speak again, leaving me full of questions. Since you said it was useless, why did you tell me how important the identity tag was? Let's talk about picking up things. Aren't you also picking up things? Why did the tone of the sentence just now sound so good?

strange.

He couldn't understand, and it was hard to ask. He lowered his head, his complexion paled a lot, and he looked very worried.

I hesitated a little and said, "How about... let's go for a walk?"

I was hesitant because I didn’t know why he was like this, so I randomly interjected, what should I do if it touched the pain in his heart? After thinking about it, I finally said this sentence.

However, after I said it, I quickly remembered something more important. The total time I spent chatting with him had been more than half an hour. If I went out for a walk, it would definitely be more than two hours. I promised before

My mother would be waiting here, so leaving now would be a mistake.

I didn't think of this when I asked him to leave just now, but now the words have come out...

"Let's go!"

This answer completely messed up my heart.

One person and one animal, walking among the dense crowd, feeling the strange eyes like a tide, smelling the fragrance wafting out of nowhere, wearing tattered clothes, stepping on cloth shoes of different sizes, looking up and down but

See different colors, listen to the surroundings and hear the prosperity amidst the noise.

Walking through the sea of ​​people, not knowing when, where or why, sinking in the scenery, not collecting the trees, mountains and rivers.

"Let's go back."

In the trance, I couldn't see or hear anything, and the depression in my heart became heavier and heavier.

"good."
Chapter completed!