In the vast, desolate snowfield, a tiny black dot moves slowly.
Zhao Honghui was carrying a camouflage backpack, his head wrapped in gauze that had turned dark red from dried blood, and he was walking unsteadily.
The vast glaciers and snowfields give people the illusion and panic that they may never be able to get out, but Zhao Honghui already has a direction.
To the south of the Miya Glacier lies a national border, which is also Zhao Honghui's destination.
The closer you are to the border, the more border troops will be patrolling, and the greater the chance of being rescued and returning to the civilized world from there.
Three months ago, Zhao Honghui opened his eyes and found himself lying on a frozen river, his head throbbing as if it were about to explode, and his whole body trembling involuntarily.
He groaned, propped himself up on his arms and sat up in pain, only to find himself on a vast, icy plain.
The surrounding area was a vast wilderness, with no comrades or enemies in sight, no trace of war, and no signs of human activity.
He took out a GPS device from his backpack and realized that he had somehow ended up thousands of miles away from a secret base.
The most urgent task is to find shelter, recover from the injuries, and wait for rescue.
He took out the life-saving pills that Yao Yao had prepared from a hidden pocket in his clothes, swallowed them in one gulp, and then took out high-calorie compressed biscuits from his backpack and ate them dry.
After regaining some strength, he dragged his weak body to find a place to stand.
Looking around, Zhao Honghui saw no natural caves, so he found a sheltered spot and dug a hole with one hand to build an igloo.
Days passed, and the beacon towers for sending aid were ready, but the rescue helicopters never appeared.
Given the unstable air currents on the glacier, making it difficult for rescue helicopters to approach, and the need for other methods to take even longer, and considering his current physical condition, finding his own way out would be even more challenging, the only option was to wait for rescue on the spot.
Three months have passed since the secret base was destroyed, and the rescue team is still nowhere to be found, with almost no hope of being rescued.
As time went by, he ran out of food and all the edible plants nearby were eaten. Zhao Honghui had no choice but to change his strategy and embark on a path to self-rescue.
In the days that followed, Zhao Honghui relied on ferns growing in the crevices of the rock wall to supplement his energy. Until a few days ago, he was fortunate enough to encounter a lone leaping sheep, which he hunted down with great effort, finally ending his days of eating ferns alone.
A few days later, only one leg of lamb remains.
Zhao Honghui, with his sharp eyes, spotted a distinctly different terrain ahead, which resembled a natural cave.
Upon reaching the cave entrance, he kicked the snow covering the entrance several times, causing the loose snowdrift to collapse and reveal the hollow inside.
The space wasn't large, but it was enough for Zhao Honghui to get some rest for the night.
Great, I have a place to stay tonight.
Soon, a fire was lit outside the cave, and a leg of lamb was roasting on the fire.
Even without any seasoning, the roasted lamb leg still had a unique meaty aroma. As soon as the meat was cooked, Zhao Honghui began to eat it in large chunks.
After a hearty meal, he used the stones and hard snowballs that were readily available at the cave entrance to cover it up, preventing the wind and snow from getting in.
Zhao Honghui used the sheep's pelt as a blanket to cover himself, and closed his eyes without minding the strong smell of blood and mutton.
As the night passed, Zhao Honghui pushed aside the stone at the cave entrance, and the sky outside was crystal clear, just like Yao Yao's bright eyes.
Thinking of this, Zhao Honghui took out the photo from his wallet again, gazing at the beautiful figure in it with tender, lingering eyes.
After a moment, he put away the photos, his gaze hardening. He took a deep breath and continued on his journey.
*
At the same time, three guests arrived in the backyard of Qingshan Village.
Xie Yuyao picked up the teapot and poured tea for Director Zhu, Fang Yuan, and Xiao Jiang. Finally, she poured herself a cup and sat down.
"The tea is fragrant and leaves a lingering aftertaste; it's truly excellent!" Director Zhu praised after taking a small sip.
Xie Yuyao smiled and said, "This is a medicinal tea that I made myself. It has the effect of soothing the liver and regulating qi. If you like it, I'll pack some for you to take with you later."
"That's great! I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, so this is perfect." Director Zhu's gaze was full of meaning.
Seeing this, Xie Yuyao smiled, poured tea for everyone, and without any pretense, took the initiative to bring up the matter of making a movie: "Director Zhu, I really like this role, but I'm sorry, I have my own reasons."
"What's your predicament?" Director Zhu pressed. "Tell me what's troubling you, and maybe I can help."
Xie Yuyao shook her head. How should she put it? Should she say that she didn't want to be a public figure?
The daily lives of actors today are not like those of later generations. Although there are still many fans, everyone remains rational and will not become insane obsessive fans.
If she were to say that, not only would it be inconsistent with her own explanation, but it would also fuel the imaginations of Director Zhu and others.
It's hard to say where their thoughts will wander.
Therefore, she could only remain silent.
Seeing that she remained silent, Director Zhu advised, "Life is like a play, and a play is like life. You can experience and feel a different life through filming. Why don't you give it a try?"
Xie Yuyao was very tempted. Her current life was like Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, and she didn't know if it was real or just a dream.
If her life had already come to an end, she hoped to experience as many different stories as possible in her final moments, just as if she were truly alive.
This state of mind transcends the performance desires of ordinary people.
Director Zhu saw her interest but couldn't guess her concerns. Remembering that she was from Beijing, he brought up the filming location: "Since this film tells the story of the warlord era in Beiping, we've decided to film in Beijing. You're from Beijing, right? Would you like to take this opportunity to go home and visit?"
Xie Yuyao found it hard to believe, as she had no connection with the original owner's family.
Of all things under the sun, the secret is of utmost importance. Therefore, she could only apologize again.
Seeing this, Director Zhu took out a train ticket and handed it to Xie Yuyao: "We're taking the 1 PM train to Beijing tomorrow, and I've booked a ticket for you too. Think it over carefully, and I hope to see you on the train."
Xie Yuyao found it difficult to refuse, so she put away the train tickets, stood up and said, "Please sit for a moment, I'll go get some medicinal tea."
Once inside the room, Xie Yuyao buried the red envelope that Director Zhu had given her a few days earlier at the bottom of the tea packaging box, picked up the bag, walked out of the room, and handed it to Director Zhu.
She obtained the exquisite photos taken during those days, and after scheming against Director Zhu, she let the matter drop. Judging from Yao Qian's unfinished words, the three hundred yuan red envelope was given by Director Zhu himself. If it weren't for today's incident, their paths might have ended there.
Today, Director Zhu has gone to great lengths to personally invite me, and even left his train ticket. Xie Yuyao felt somewhat ashamed, so she took the opportunity of delivering the tea to return the red envelope.
Upon returning to the city, Director Zhu saw the red seal in the tea box and sighed, "What a pity! She won't be coming."
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