"Uncle Hua, is something wrong?" Shaoqiu asked.
"Something's happened, it's a big deal!" Uncle Hua yelled.
"What happened?" Shaoqiu asked patiently.
"The watermelon vines in your field have crawled into my field, why don't you go and do it!" Uncle Hua originally wanted to accuse him unjustly, saying that Shaoqiu touched Xiaohua's butt, but what good would this do to Xiaohua? So he said this.
"I know, I will get the watermelon vine back when I have free time tomorrow, but I am reading a book now, so I will go after reading it." Shaoqiu replied.
"You only know how to read. What's the use of reading? Bookworm!" Hua Bo said disdainfully.
After saying this, Uncle Hua's anger was gone and he was in a good mood again. The songs he sang while walking on the road were so good again.
Uncle Hua went to his house and cut a melon to eat. Of course he got the melon from Shaoqiu, but he didn't go to guard it anyway. However, Xiaohua knew that his melon had an evil origin, so she didn't eat it. She just sat there silently, still angry.
The sky is getting colder, the north wind is howling, the earth is chilling, withered leaves are falling one by one, but in the middle of the night, the dragon deep in the river is roaring low.
And this Shaoqiu still stayed in his house that was said to be haunted. He didn't go out or light a fire. He just sat at the desk and coughed constantly. The lung disease made him so haggard, and he didn't have much strength to walk at this time. No, he had to take a rest after walking a few steps.
Outside this house, heavy snow is falling and the north wind is strong, while on the Grimm Mountains to the north of this deserted village, ghosts are crying continuously.
In the middle of the night, the snow fell harder, and the black bandit was so bored in the cold in this deserted village that he huffed in confusion. Hearing this black bandit's voice, Shaoqiu was scared to death, for fear that the black bandit would rush into his house and slap him.
There was a knock on the door. And the sound was so loud, the door was probably about to break, because he heard the sound of broken boards. It's over now, the door is broken, how can we block the cold north wind.
"Open the door!" Someone yelled outside. The loud voice made Shaoqiu cough again, and his heartbeat accelerated a little, and it even had the momentum to jump out of his mouth.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to respond at first, but the knocking on the door became louder and louder. If he didn't open the door again, the door would be broken down. And the door is broken, it cannot block the north wind, and heavy snow is about to rush in. He had no choice but to walk to the door and open it.
The black bandit rushed in, and the snow on his body wrapped him tightly, but it kept shaking off in Shaoqiu's house, and sprinkled the snow on Shaoqiu's books. The room was already cold, but he didn't dare to light a fire because people didn't allow him to light a fire, saying that the light from the fire would pierce people's eyes and cause blindness. They also said that if Shaoqiu insisted on starting a fire, they would pluck out one of his eyes as compensation. Shaoqiu had no choice but to dare not light a fire.
"How are you doing?" Shaoqiu greeted politely.
"Damn it, you want to trample me under your feet?" the black bandit roared, viciously.
"How dare you!" Shaoqiu was still very polite.
"I have something to ask of you." The black bandit said straight to the point.
"Just ask, as long as I can help, I will do my best!" Shaoqiu said. After saying this, he started coughing again.
"That's it," the black bandit said as he tore off a large piece of Shaoqiu's quilt and wiped the uppers of his muddy leather shoes.
Seeing this black bandit acting like this, Shaoqiu wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare because he had seen this black bandit sharpening his knife during the day. If this offends him and he gets stabbed, it won't be a pleasant experience.
"It's like this. My boat has sunk. You have to go to the river to pick up my boat. Otherwise, if the weather clears up, I won't be able to transport the goods anymore." The black bandit said confidently. After saying this, He threw the dirty cloth into the corner of the room and started smoking his cigar again.
"I'm afraid my body can't bear it. You'd better hire someone else." Shaoqiu said.
"Are you going?" The black bandit took out a dagger from his pocket and pointed it at Shaoqiu's throat and asked.
"Okay, I'll go, I'll go!" Shaoqiu had no choice but to agree.
Shaoqiu followed the black bandit to the small river. His eyes were full of river water, misty water, and strong wind howling like an anger.
The heavy snow falls on people like stones, which makes people extremely frightened. The black bandit lit a fire at the sunken ship. The fire was not very big and produced a slight smoke. The black bandit sat by the fire to warm himself. He was very afraid of the cold. He kept breathing into his hands while warming himself. And the breath that came out was so white that it was hard to distinguish it from the heavy snow.
Shaoqiu came close to the black bandit and asked him where the big ship sank. He was sick and still couldn't stop coughing. As for Shaoqiu's cough, the black bandit didn't care, but he knew that the disease might be contagious, so he grabbed a handful of grass on the ground and covered his mouth and nose.
"What are you asking? Just stay here!" said the black bandit. "Get down quickly, otherwise, it will snow heavily and it will be bad."
Shaoqiu went to the edge of the river and tested the water with his feet. It was really colder than iron. His feet that touched the water felt as if they had been cut by a knife. At this time, Shaoqiu thought of his mother again. It would be great if her mother was here, but where was her mother?
At this time, the black bandit brought a brazier over and was roasting it next to Shaoqiu.
"Come on, it's okay. I'll help you warm yourself by the fire. Are you feeling better now?" the black bandit asked.
Shaoqiu remained silent because he had no strength to speak, but at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew. Shaoqiu couldn't help but cough violently. The black bandit tore off a piece of rag from his body and held it against his nose.
"No, it's not cold, I can handle it, thank you." Shaoqiu said, and the black bandit withdrew the brazier at this time, and he was still sitting by the fire to warm himself up.
At this time, Shaoqiu heard the sound of water behind him, turned around and saw the black bandit urinating into the river, looking very hard.
"Do you think the river water is warmer like this?" the black bandit asked.
Shaoqiu didn't say anything. He bravely threw himself into the river and gradually disappeared into the depths of the bitingly cold water. However, he only stayed underwater for an hour before he emerged from the water again. He did not see the sunken ship, but he hit his head underneath and touched it with his hand, which was covered with blood.
"Fuck you, hurry up, I'm freezing!" The black bandit jumped on the shore and cursed.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to sink into the water anymore, because he already felt something was wrong with his body. If he stayed in the water for a few more minutes, something serious would probably happen. However, when he turned to look at the black bandit, he saw him sharpening a knife on the shore, trying the edge while sharpening.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to move forward anymore, but at this time, he made a strong effort and had to get in no matter what, otherwise, he might die here.
Shaoqiu got into the cold water, felt at the bottom of the river, and found an iron chain. He quickly grabbed it and dragged it to the shore.
"I caught it, caught it." Shaoqiu said happily to the black bandit.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" the black bandit yelled.
"Okay." Shaoqiu replied.
The night was really dark at this time. In this deserted village, no human voice could be heard for a while, and the chirping of birds could no longer be heard.
At this time, Shaoqiu was staying by the river, still coughing, and the snow was still falling from the sky. The snowflakes sprinkled on Shaoqiu's body felt warm for some reason. At least it's warmer than the river water.
"Oh, can I leave now?" Shaoqiu asked the black bandit. He was shaking constantly while asking. It seemed that he was really too cold. It would be great if there was a big fire at this time. But at this time, the fire by the river had been blown away by a strong wind.
"Let's go." The black bandit said.
After Shaoqiu left, he looked back and saw that the black bandit was tying the chain to a tree on the shore, breathing into his hand while tying it. It seems that it is really too cold today.
Shaoqiu returned to his house again, lit a fire by himself, sat by the fire, closed the door, and was silent, only hearing the sound of the strong wind outside the door.
