Su Mo drank this pot of broth for a long time... a long time...
He wanted to drink the broth and wait for someone to knock on the courtyard door...
He waited for a long, long time...
Wait until the firewood in the stove is covered with frost, wait until the broth in the pot freezes into ice, wait until thick snow accumulates inside and outside the courtyard gate...
The wind and snow came to the world, and it was vast and desolate.
Su Mo had been waiting in the courtyard for half a month. He was already very weak and seemed to be about to die at any time. However, there seemed to be an unknown aura in the blood of his body that was constantly repairing Su Mo's seriously injured body.
After an unknown amount of time, the school door finally rang twice more. Su Mo looked up, but no one pushed the door open.
Su Mo stood up in a hurry, stepped into the snow, and went to the opened courtyard door. The snow inside the courtyard door was pushed to both sides by the opened door.
"gentlemen......"
There was a woman outside the door. Su Mo remembered her. She was the mother of a student in the school. The woman who came had a weathered and haggard look, but when she looked at Su Mo, her face was full of sadness.
Su Mo looked at the woman and said hoarsely: "Come in and talk!"
The woman shook her head, as if she was deeply worried. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but still nothing came out.
Su Mo looked at the woman who was hesitant to speak and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
The woman glanced into the school and saw the empty school. She hesitated but said nothing, turned around and walked away, back into the snow.
Su Mo looked back at the empty school. The tables and chairs in the school had already been burned by Wang Liufen to the villagers.
Seemingly understanding something, Su Mo ran into the snow and called out to the woman.
"But do you need firewood?" Su Mo asked.
Two tears finally fell from the woman's face, and she nodded slowly.
"The firewood in the town has been used up, so I just wanted to see if there are any tables, chairs or anything else here..."
"You come with me!"
Su Mo took the woman back to the school. Looking around, he finally saw the bookshelf filled with books.
All the flammable objects in the school had been dismantled by Su Mo and given to Wang Liu, leaving only this bookshelf.
Su Mo wrapped the books on the bookshelf with cloth, and then under the woman's dull gaze, he dismantled the bookshelf into strips and tied the firewood into a handful with a cloth bag.
Su Mo handed the package of books and the bundle of firewood into the woman's hands...
The woman looked at the two bundles of firewood in her hands and couldn't calm down for a long time. She raised her head to look at Su Mo, who was in white clothes and white hair. At this moment, Su Mo actually had an old look.
"Sir..." The woman opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak anymore.
"Stay alive first!" Su Mo said.
The woman wanted to leave the book for Su Mo to keep warm, but Su Mo said that he still had firewood that could be used. The woman nodded and left with two bundles of firewood...
Su Mo opened the door of the school, looked at the vast white snow outside the school, and lowered his head.
The power of blood flowing in the body continued to emit warmth, allowing Su Mo to remain immortal.
The wind and snow are still there, and there is no human feeling.
After an unknown amount of time, the town became quiet except for the sound of wind and snow.
Every meal time, no more smoke rises...
Su Mo walked into the snow in a daze and walked out of the school...
The cold and biting wind and snow immediately blew a layer of frost on the white hair on Su Mo's head. The frost was so crystal clear that the frozen wind and snow could no longer blow the long hair.
Su Mo stepped through the snow step by step. The snow had already reached the height of his legs. Every step he took seemed to push aside the snow and move forward.
Step by step......
Step by step......
Every house in the town was silent and deserted. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
There are icicles hanging upside down on the eaves of every house. From a distance, it looks like a frozen town.
There are no traces of the snow on the streets that no one has walked on anymore...
Su Mo walked to the door of a house in a daze. The door was sealed with ice, as if it had not been opened for a long time.
Knock knock knock...
Su Mo knocked on the door, and there seemed to be a sound that spread and shook the snow on the house. A piece of snow fell and hit Su Mo on the ground.
Su Mo turned a deaf ear and just waited quietly for the response from the people in the room.
But after waiting for a long time...no one opened the door and no one responded.
A gust of cold wind blew, causing Su Mo to cough uncontrollably... A mouthful of bloody phlegm fell into the snow and made it dazzlingly red.
Su Mo turned his head blankly and knocked on the door of another house, but still no one responded...
Su Mo waited in front of this house for a long, long time, until the sky darkened and the night began to rise.
In that long small town street, no lights were on...
Su Mo slowly turned around, looked at the silent town, and slowly walked to the door of the butcher shop.
There were still no lights on in the butcher shop. Su Mo shook his head... Maybe every household didn't light the lights in order to save firewood!
Looking at the two frozen white silk hangings at the door, Su Mo knocked on the door of the butcher shop in a daze.
still......
...No one responded.
"Hu'er!" Su Mo shouted softly.
"Sister-in-law Wang..."
In silence, Su Mo pushed open the two doors. The doors were unlocked...only frozen.
Su Mo slowly walked into the house. He saw that the house was empty, and all the things that could be burned had been used up...
There is a pile of burned ashes on the ground in the middle of the room, next to the pile of ashes...
...cuddled up against two frozen figures, one older and one younger, dressed in mourning clothes.
The child nestled tightly in the mother's arms, and the mother held the child tightly in her arms.
"Hu'er..." Su Mo called softly.
The child didn't respond. How could the frozen corpse make a sound...
"Sister-in-law Wang..."
A gust of cold wind blew into the house, and two sounds rang in Su Mo's ears:
"Sir, can you teach our children how to read? The husband here has passed away. Early winter has come early, and no teacher can come to teach the children here. We want our children to be able to read some words..."
"My father said... He asked me to bring a jug of wine to my husband... Drink some in the cold weather... It will warm you up..."
"My mother said...my husband is not in good health...and she won't let him send..."
Su Mo looked at the two frozen figures and said to himself in a choked voice: "You always bring things to the school, but you never come to the school to get things..."
The crystal fell to the ground, shocking the whole town into desolation...
"If you are short of firewood, come to me...I still have something flammable..."
However, is there really anything flammable in the school?
Su Mo stumbled out of the house, stood blankly in the snow, looked at the dead silence in the town, and let out a mournful cry.
"Why should I lose my cultivation at this time..."
"Why...should I lose my cultivation at this time..."
No one responded to Su Mo, only the wind and snow accompanied him.
Su Mo did not go back to school, but came to the center of the town and stood... stood... on the ice and snow streets.
The sun floats and the night ends, the sun rises at night...
Su Mo is like an ice sculpture that has lost its vitality...
After an unknown amount of time, the wind and snow finally stopped.
A piece of spiritual jade fell from Su Mo's arms and landed in the snow...
The brilliance flowing on the lines of the spiritual jade rushes out of the spiritual jade and towards the sky.
That ray of light turned into thousands of rays of light, covering the entire town...
Those ten thousand rays of rays of light intersperse with each other, interweaving a scene of spring!
One figure walked onto the street, and the snow on the street disappeared...
People were walking back and forth on the streets, talking and talking... It was a lively scene, but no one seemed to be able to see the Confucian scholar with his eyes open and a smile on his face in the center of the town. .
In that expanse of vitality, there is a lingering chill of frost...
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