Manual of Space-Time Interference

Maybe it was the rainy season. This Jurassic rain lasted for six days.

Water, don't worry, the Jurassic rainwater can be regarded as a pure natural, pollution-free high-quality water source.

As for the food, although the compressed biscuits are a bit choking, they still have a lot of flavor. I have beef today, and spiced ones tomorrow...

In short, although being confined in the tent for 6 days by the heavy rain seems a bit monotonous, there is nothing to complain about in the dialect.

On the ninth day, the sun finally hit the ground again, and the rain gradually decreased...

In this early morning, Dialect was awakened by a burst of cries. When he opened his eyes, he looked a little tired. He still had headphones on his ears, and the tablet next to him had been automatically turned off.

Even a power bank made of graphene can't support the consumption of dialects, cultivating immortals watching movies day and night, and finally was drained of the last trace of electricity last night, and completely went on strike...

"what…"

Dialect rubbed his eyes, took off his earphones, looked at the white sky outside, and lay down again.

"Yaya!"

"Ah ah ah..."

Dialect shouted, put his hand on his forehead, helplessly said to himself, "Can't you be quiet..."

"Yaya!"

The unyielding cry rang from outside again, Fang Yan sighed, and his upper body stood up again. With tired eyes, he groped for the remaining biscuits from the bag next to him and pinched a piece.

"You took my original granary..." Dialect muttered, opening the curtain and looking out.

Misty and rainy, clouds and mountains surrounded by fog, cool breeze...

"It turns out that the rain is about to stop!" The dialect murmured. He was a successful immortal, but his consciousness seemed a little fuzzy.

"Damn it! The rain is about to stop!" he shouted, and he finally came to his senses, and his consciousness instantly became clear.

He hurriedly fumbled to get up, and Dialect walked out of the tent.

The drizzle hit his face, bringing a breath of fresh air. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, the dialect shouted to the distance,

"what!"

"Ah...ah..."

The long echo began to sound, and Dialect showed a smile, feeling that he was alive again, and then turned to look at the pterodactyl on the side.

"You little pterosaur, well, it's yours!" Fang Yan laughed, putting the biscuit in his hand.

"Acridine!"

The little pterosaur let out a cry, stretched out its slender mouth, opened a mouthful and held the biscuits in Dialect's hand, raised his head and swallowed it, then continued to look at Dialect.

"No more!" Fang Yan said, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands.

"Acridine!"

The little pterosaur tilted its head, called out again, opened its wings and flew out, hovering in the sky, and then flew into the distance...

Dialect looked at it and smiled.

During these seven days, I didn't do anything, but I got acquainted with this little guy, and I didn't feel lonely this week.

Since he built a nest for it and gave it a few times to eat, this little pterosaur has been relying on the dialect, and every day it comes to the front of the tent, tilting its head and calling twice.

After waiting for Dialect to take out the biscuits, he ate them in one bite, and then shouted twice before turning around and walking towards his wooden house.

Then he opened his small eyes from the wooden house and looked in the direction of the tent through the rain curtain.

It seems to be grateful, or just curious...

"Lucky little guy!" Fang Yan smiled, shook his head, and took a few steps forward.

Although the rain has basically stopped, the ground still looks slippery, and the surrounding mountain peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, and it also smells like a fairyland.

The river has become wider and the water is more turbulent. There are puddles one after another on the plain, and the sounds of dinosaurs have reappeared in this mountain forest, which outlines a thriving scene.

The sun in the distance gradually bloomed with its own brilliance, and the drizzle gradually stopped, leaving only the breeze blowing, and the early sunny after the rain...

After watching for a while, Dialect walked to the mountain road that went down the mountain. The continuous heavy rain devastated the road to the point where it looked muddy and unable to get off.

Okay, now there's no need to go on!

Dialect shook his head and sighed, walked back to the tent, took out the solar charger inside, put it on the ground, and pointed it in the direction of the sun.

A faint green light began to light up, proving that the machine was in working condition.

Looking around, Dialect took out something again, put it on the slippery ground, sat on it, propped his chin with his hand,

The tablet is out of power, the road down the mountain is too slippery to walk, and the forest below is seriously waterlogged...

Thinking about it this way, other than being in a daze, I don't seem to have anything to do...

…

Boredom is a very scary thing...

So the dialect chose some things to divert his attention, such as - repairing the wooden house.

Maybe that pterodactyl has another home, maybe this little guy won't come back, but if it encounters such a situation in the future, this wooden house can also give it a shelter from the wind and rain.

The pointer on the watch kept spinning. After reinforcing the wooden house, Dialect cut a raincoat and tied it to the wooden house, then tore the winter clothes in the backpack and spread it inside.

He clapped his hands and looked at the refurbished wooden house in front of him. He smiled, took out the rifle from the tent, put a layer of film in front of him, and began to disassemble the parts of the rifle, earnestly and carefully...

"Yaya!"

A familiar cry rang out in the air, Dialect raised his head, the pterosaur was holding something in his mouth, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com fell from the sky to the ground, and then slowly walked in front of Dialect.

"Acridine!"

The little pterosaur let out a cry, and put the thing in its mouth in front of the dialect, it was a writhing fish...

Dialect looked around, raised his head again, looked at the little guy in front of him, and laughed.

The little guy who knows the favor!

"Acridine!"

The pterosaur let out a cry, as if urging the dialect to eat it quickly.

The fish was still jumping on the film in front of him, but he didn't have any strength. Dialect looked at it, but felt worried.

If you can't make a fire, you can't bake the fish, and you don't know if the fish can be eaten, and if there are any germs and parasites...

"Yaya!"

The little pterosaur called out again, and dialed the fish to the dialect side with its sharp beak.

"Okay! Thanks!" Fang Yan said helplessly, grabbed the fish, walked over to the tent, stretched himself in, and packed the fish in a pocket.

"No..." He walked back and sat down again, spreading his hands towards the little pterosaur and said.

"Acridine!"

The little pterosaur let out a cry, tilted its head, and revealed doubts in its small eyes. Finally, it opened its wings again and flew into the distance.

Dialect smiled, looking at the direction the little guy was leaving, he suddenly sighed.

Animals are really simple, they can remember the kindness of others very clearly...

For a whole afternoon, in the Jurassic period when it was raining and beginning to be sunny, the dialect continued to receive gifts from the pterosaurs - 3 fish, 4 large mantises, two scarabs...

It may not be precious, it may seem useless, or even a little strange, but in the eyes of the pterosaur, these things are its most precious things...