A mystrious boy（1.2）(2)

He went on to describe the adventures he had encountered on the road. But he had not gone long before “the most able guide". Mr. Earnshaw had couldn’t recognize direction, who could memorize the map forth and back.. Luckily, when he abandoned his bike, he did not abandon his tent. He put up his tent within the shortest time to the best of my ability. But as the saying goes,“More haste, less speed.” He couldn't afford to put up a tent. Just then, it was as if a wicked voice was speaking. Mr. Earnshaw made sure that they were not far away. He immediately lay down and covered himself and the boy with the tent. Listen quietly, “He must be close by. I heard the birds again just now. They knew him, and they chirped whenever they saw him,” a man said in a deep voice. Another man agreed: “Sure. And with his injuries, he can't have made it far.” Mr. Earnshaw was raging at her own inability due to no idea. Snowflakes seemed to have heard the boy’s grievance and knew Mr. Earnshaw’s heart, which was snowing harder and harder, turning black hair white. Mr. Earnshaw was quick to wit, he immediately covered the tent with snow and kept the boy inside. In the split second that the two men discovered, they melted into the snow. Love had been absent in the boy’s heart for many years until he met Mr. Earnshaw——He could feel Mr. Earnshaw’s warmth and love in a haze. After the two men had left, they came out of the tent. Only after many hunts did they reach home.