Night falls, shrouding the endless primitive forest, beasts roaring, birds singing from time to time across the top of the head, stirring up the wings to make a purr, the wind blowing through the trees with rustling, invisibly giving rise to people's endless imagination of this mysterious country.

Ye Cheng was sitting outside his tent. He was on the first shift, lighting a cigarette and smoking silently. Xiao Hei showed his brain from his bosom, blinked a pair of golden eyes and made a few meows in the distance. He was soon covered up by the snoring in the tent.

Moved the fire a few times and touched Xiao Hei's...