Uncle Hua stayed in Shaoqiu's house and didn't want to go out for a while, because the wind and snow outside the door were really unbearable and extremely cold at this time. Some ghosts wandering in the deserted village screamed and cursed from time to time. Nonsense that people don’t understand.
"It's too cold. Can you please make the fire bigger for uncle? Otherwise, if things continue like this, something unexpected will happen to me." Uncle Hua said to Shaoqiu while warming the fire.
"I'm sorry, uncle. It's because Shaoqiu is not generous. There is really nothing we can do about it. We already have very little firewood at home. We haven't gone to the mountains for many days. We don't have much inventory at this time. These are the only ones left at home. ." Shaoqiu answered truthfully.
"But can you bear to see my uncle trembling with cold? If this continues, it will be very bad for his health." As Uncle Hua said this, he kept swaying, as if he was swinging. Man, I feel extremely sorry. If it weren't for Xiao Hua's sake, I wouldn't let him burn this fire.
"Well, in order to prevent my uncle from freezing, Shaoqiu is willing to go all out and use his remaining wealth to honor you. Why is this damn weather so cold? Who calls you Shaoqiu's uncle? What?" Shaoqiu smiled flatteringly, trying his best to please, trying his best to please others, just for the purpose of going on a date with the girl by the river on a dark night.
It has been snowing in the deserted village for many days, and it has reached the point where it is almost extinct. Some people do not dare to go up the mountain. Otherwise, they will be like Uncle Feng and fall to pieces, which is very unsafe.
Moreover, the mountains were already so vast by this time that we could no longer hear the chirping of the birds. The snow was almost waist deep, making walking in it very inconvenient. No one dared to go up the mountains anymore.
Didn’t Granny Wang go to the mountains the day before yesterday? There was almost no firewood to burn. Otherwise, Granny Wang would not have gone to the mountains, just to pick up some firewood to warm her cold body. .
But after so many days, Granny Wang still hasn't come back. At this time, people in the deserted village are speculating that Granny Wang must not be able to come back. She was either kidnapped by some ferocious wolves or accidentally fell to pieces. Once lost, it is impossible to come back.
Some people, in order to survive, began to burn their own houses. In order not to be so cold, some people dug up their ancestral graves, dug out some of their ancestors' bones, and used them to make a small fire to warm them up. With a cold body, let’s wait until this winter has passed.
I really don’t know what kind of weather this is. It’s been snowing for several months. In the deep night, if you listen quietly, you can still hear the crying of stones. Maybe you can’t stand this kind of terrible weather. It must be cold, otherwise, how could it cry so miserably even though it is so strong?
The weather was really unbearable. At night, some pigs couldn't bear it any more, and they had some opinions about their masters. Although it was not too big, they still had some opinions after all. From time to time It was about to curse a few rude words. Fortunately, it was said in the deep night. Otherwise, in broad daylight, as a pig, would it dare to curse such rude words?
Those women who were more delicate in appearance felt that such words were too harsh and humiliating. They immediately hanged themselves and no longer live in this world.
I really don’t know what kind of weather it is. Some weird and unbearable things are happening one after another. All kinds of ominous things indicate that something may happen in the deserted village. Otherwise, such strange things will not happen. Some kind-hearted people, in In this weather where the mountains are covered by heavy snow, I often go out of my house and go to the river, praying, asking God to bless me and not bring disaster to the deserted village, so that people can always be so harmonious, beautiful and happy.
In order to save some firewood, Uncle Hua went to Shaoqiu's house and kept shouting at Leng, asking him to keep adding more firewood. In desperation, he even asked him to stop reading and put those books together. It's better to burn it, because the weather is really too cold.
When I came this time, Uncle Hua wore very few clothes. Otherwise, seeing that he was not cold, the Shaoqiu fire would not be too great. It was just a little interesting. Unlike this time, because he was afraid of freezing. Looking at himself, the bookworm kept adding firewood to the fire. In an instant, it was blazing, making the room gradually warmer than spring, no longer the scene in the cold winter.
"Uncle, aren't you cold with such little clothes on?" Shaoqiu asked lightly, a little absent-mindedly, not knowing that he was wearing so little clothes just to consume his own firewood.
"It's cold," Uncle Hua said while trembling, "Can you increase the fire? It's really too cold here."
"Okay," Shaoqiu hurriedly ran around. At this time, he was afraid that Hua Bo would be frozen and he would not be able to explain to the girl then. It was possible that he would say that he had treated his father lightly and that he would no longer get along with him.
Yes, in such a cold winter, how could Uncle Hua only wear a single coat? It was possible that his skin would be frozen to pieces at this time.
I originally wanted to ask, but seeing that Uncle Hua didn't look very good, he seemed to dislike people talking too much, and he couldn't mind his own business for a while, so he had no choice but to stop asking about these things and just kept giving him gifts. Just a warm fire.
At this moment, a thin man appeared at the door. The clothes he wore at this time were almost out of shape. He actually put the quilt at home on his body. He appeared at Shaoqiu's dilapidated window for no reason, looking in from time to time. .
Waves of shrill north wind howled by. Fortunately, the thin man wore this quilt to block some of the north wind. Otherwise, if these winds blew in, it would be bad, at least Hua Bo, who was wearing so little, might be directly affected. I have a cold.
"Are you cold?" The thin man leaned against the window and greeted Uncle Hua.
"It's not cold." Uncle Hua replied nonchalantly as he took off his single piece of clothing.
The thin man asked, and left in an instant, because for some reason, the wind and snow outside became stronger. Even though he was wearing a quilt, he still couldn't stop the cold wind in the sky.
Uncle Hua, who was staying inside, was sitting shirtless by the roaring fire, holding a book upside down, picking his nostrils and reading boredly.
The thin man walked along the road wearing a quilt, and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow. He was finally out of sight, and he didn't know where he went.
In the dark room, Shaoqiu sat quietly reading a book and simmering some nourishing food for Uncle Hua. Otherwise, it would be a big deal if he got cold.
Halfway through the simmering, I realized that there was not enough firewood to simmer it any longer. I had to think of a way. Otherwise, it would be impossible to simmer this pot of nourishing food.
There was only a little firewood left in the house, and these firewood were completely burned by Uncle Hua inadvertently. In a moment, the room became very cold, so that he could no longer feel so at ease. Read a book.
The flames in the fire gradually extinguished, and bursts of north wind blew in outside the window. Staying here was no different from being in an empty and deserted place.
Uncle Hua patted the dust on his body, stood up, put on the single clothes hanging next to him, and looked outside. Waves of desolate wind howled by. Don't talk about people at this time, even if it was... Some animals also became timid in the face of the freezing weather.
Because there was no warmth from the fire, the room was cold. Shaoqiu had no choice but to lie on the bed, coughing from time to time. Because he no longer had the energy to read, his whole body was cold. If he continued like this, he didn't know what would happen. What happened.
Uncle Hua stood at the door. He was wearing very thin clothes and did not dare to go out. It was obviously unwise to face the cold weather with such an unbearable body. This was definitely not done by a smart person like Uncle Hua. Standing at the door at this time , just waiting for someone.
In an instant, in the vast darkness, where the lights were dim, a figure gradually appeared, getting closer, getting closer.
This person was none other than Er Fool. He suddenly appeared in front of Shaoqiu's door. He held a cotton coat in his hand and put it on. He supported Hua Bo and gradually left. In an instant, he disappeared without knowing it. Where did it go?
When Uncle Hua left, he didn't even close the door. Waves of strange wind kept pouring in, making people extremely cold and even blowing out the fire. The ashes were everywhere, choking everyone. Coughing constantly.
I originally wanted to lie down for a while, but it wouldn't be right if I didn't get up and close the door properly. Otherwise, if the cold wind blows that night, will I still be alone the next day?
After closing the door, Shao Qiu lay on the bed again. At this time, he couldn't sleep no matter what, so he could only open his eyes and look at the scenery outside the window.
In the deep night, somewhere, someone roared. It was obviously bitten by a dog. Maybe it bit his thing or something. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a loud roar. .
In an instant, the man chopped his dog into several pieces, and then roared again. The sound happened in front of Shaoqiu's house. The meaning was very obvious, but he wanted to kill him. , otherwise, I still don’t know what to use to simmer this pot of dog meat.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to lie quietly in the room, facing everything outside. There was nothing he could do at this time. As a scholar, he could only read poems and read books on weekdays. Other things, that's it. He knows almost nothing.
The man was shouting outside the door for a while. At this time, he had to find some firewood, otherwise, it would be impossible to simmer the pot of dog meat.
With such thoughts in mind, the man rushed in. Shaoqiu was well prepared at this time, because although he could not say that he knew everything about that man, he was still inseparable. Once he entered his house, he would definitely Fight to the death with it.
But the man lingered, and soon after, he disappeared quietly, just like a gust of wind, disappearing into nowhere.
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