Chapter 1673: Zhang Ye’s first English song!
Chapter 1673: Zhang Ye’s first English song!
Translator: Legge Editor: Legge
During the day.
Inside a valley full of blooming flowers.
"Zhang’er, is this edible?"
"No."
"Zhang’er, how about this one?"
"That’s poisonous."
"I’m so hungry."
"Think of something, quick."
The energy they gained from breakfast had already been expended. As they traveled, every one of them experienced how difficult it was to survive out here. When they watched the show on television, they didn’t think much of it. But now that they had been thrown into the wilderness, they finally realized how difficult everything was. If they didn’t have Zhang Ye to depend on, they knew very well that they wouldn’t make it out of here alive.
"Look."
"What?"
"Honey bees."
"Honey bees?"
"That means there’s definitely a beehive nearby. Come, let’s follow them!"
"A beehive?"
Eventually, they found the beehive.
It was located in an extremely secluded spot.
Jacques said excitedly, "It’s over there!"
Lillian asked, "What do we do now?"
Xu Meilan said, "How are we going to get it down? There are too many bees!"
"We’ll have to divide up the work now." Zhang Ye started assigning the tasks. "Sister Lan, go and look for some dried branches or grass. I want something very flammable."
Xu Meilan nodded. "Alright, leave it to me."
Zhang Ye said, "Lilian, I taught you how to use the hand drill method to make a fire yesterday."
Lillian nodded and said, "I’ll give it a try."
Zhang Ye said, "Jacques, you and I will go up to the beehive."
Trembling, Jacques said, "We won’t get stung, will we?"
Zhang Ye said, "That’s why we’ll need to prepare some clothing to cover up any exposed areas on our bodies."
"OK, I’ll go look for some," Jacques said.
Soon after, some dry grass was set on fire.
Zhang Ye and Jacques brought the burning grass towards the beehive.
Xu Meilan said, "Come on, you guys can do it!"
Lillian called out to them, "Be careful!"
Every one of them was extremely hungry, so they were drooling at the thought of feasting on the honeycomb.
Smoking the beehive.
Baking it with fire.
The bees started escaping in all directions.
Zhang Ye found an opportunity and used a tree branch to pick up the hive before turning around with it and running off. As he ran, he called out to Jacques, "Hurry! Run, run!"
Jacques scampered down the tree but stumbled.
Xu Meilan blanched. "Get out of there!"
When Lillian saw the bees flying towards them, she turned tail and fled as well!
Ten minutes later.
At the campsite far away, the four of them returned.
Zhang Ye, Jacques, Xu Meilan, and Lillian had all been stung by the bees. Some of them had been stung a few times, and that was already relatively little. Zhang Ye, being at the front line, had been stung over a dozen times, and his face was swollen. It was especially bad around his eyes where the clothes could not cover. But at this moment, none of them cared about this. They were all staring at the beehive while salivating buckets.
Zhang Ye started to distribute it.
One piece for you.
One piece for me.
The three of them immediately chowed down on it after receiving a piece and were smiling so widely that their eyes narrowed.
Xu Meilan exclaimed, "Why does it
Lillian said, "What a delicacy!"
Jacques was crying out, "This is awesome! This is so awesome!"
In fact, the honeycombs that were sold in the market were all processed to make them taste better and increase their shelf life. It would definitely be much more delicious than this honeycomb that they were eating. The four of them must have tasted that kind of honey before, but the only reason they found the honeycomb they were eating now to taste better was mainly because of the environment they were in. This wasn’t something they could buy with money. But obtained through their team effort, it tasted better to them.
Zhang Ye asked, "Do you three have a different view of survivalism now?"
Jacques nodded. "It’s such a good feeling to be alive."
Xu Meilan said, "I used to think that being alive couldn’t be more ordinary a thing. You should know that people like us work under great stress, and thoughts of taking the easy way out can happen occasionally. But in these two days, I haven’t felt that way. Being alive—it’s such a sacred thing."
Zhang Ye said, "Do you know what place this is?"
Jacques was taken aback and shook his head.
Xu Meilan also shook her head.
Only Lillian answered, "A war took place here.."
Zhang Ye nodded. "This place has been through a war. Several thousand lives were lost due to an artillery barrage, and many of those who died were children and young soldiers no older than 18. They were all laid to rest here forever."
No one said a word.
There was silence.
The atmosphere was a little grim.
All of a sudden, Zhang Ye bent over and crouched down. He dug at the ground under a tree and picked up a dirt stained badge from underneath it.
There was blood on it.
And a name as well.
The badge belonged to someone named Andy.
Jacques was startled. "This is?"
Zhang Ye said softly, "Let’s all go for an afternoon nap."
Lillian said, "OK."
Xu Meilan tugged at Jacques and walked away together with him.
The three of them went to get some rest.
But Zhang Ye remained behind. He held the badge and stayed silent.
Half an hour.
An hour.
The celebrity guests who were sleeping soundly were suddenly awoken.
"Hear that?" Xu Meilan said.
Lillian said, "What’s that sound?"
Jacques said in surprise, "Who’s that singing?"
Lillian and Xu Meilan were awoken by a singing voice.
They came out from the campsite and checked around the area to look for the source of the voice. Then they saw Zhang Ye and a sight they would not forget for the rest of their lives. Zhang Ye was clutching the bloodstained badge in his hand. He stood at the highest point in the secluded valley and was looking into the clear blue sky. His crisp voice rang throughout the valley.
Zhang Ye gently sang 1.
"Mama, take this badge from me.
"I can’t use it anymore.
"It’s getting dark, too dark to see.
"Feels like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door
"Mama, put my guns in the ground.
"I can’t shoot them anymore.
"That long black cloud is comin’ down.
"Feels like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door.
"Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door.
"Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door.
"Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door.
"Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door."
…
Zhang Zuo.
Wu Yi.
Tong Fu.
Sun Kuang.
The film crew all came over.
It was a rock song.
But there wasn’t any guitar.
There wasn’t any accompaniment either.
There was only a sorrowful voice ringing out in the valley. It almost sounded like the voice was breaking through the clouds and drifting off to a faraway land. It was a feeling that was so indescribable that even Lillian, who was a professional singer, was stunned on the spot when she heard it. It was mesmerizing!
The valley.
The clouds.
The singing.
The badge.
Everyone was in a state of shock!
The voice that was knocking on Heaven’s door was also tugging at their heartstrings!