Song Chun'an fell silent, his mouth was tightly closed, and his whole body was as stiff as ice.

It turned out not to be his delusion......

The north wind was howling, and the two were relatively speechless.

Suddenly, Li Shengnan shoved the child he was holding into her husband's arms, and began to untie her clothes regardless of it.

"What are you doing?"

Song Chunan hugged her daughter tightly, subconsciously shielded her from the wind, and asked her daughter-in-law who suddenly went crazy in a hoarse voice.

Li Shengnan's hands trembled, but he was extremely resolute and quickly unbuttoned and opened the placket.

The northwest wind shrewdly burrowed into her warm arms, greedily taking away the warmth.

Li Shengnan didn't dare to delay, and opened his hands to her husband:

"Give me the baby quickly, and I'll warm her with the quilt over her.

You see if she is still angry, if not, just give it a mouthful, it will be fine, don't panic. “

Song Chun settled for a second, no longer hesitated, untied the small quilt, stuffed the girl back into her daughter-in-law's arms, and took the quilt from the outside to wrap the two of them.

Li Shengnan hugged the child tightly, unbuttoned her cotton clothes with one hand, and through the thin autumn clothes, close to the cold belly of the girl, and tried his best to wrap the child with his open clothes.

The coldness of the cold heart came from Song Ci's small body, and Li Shengnan's tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Song Chun'an, you hurry up and tie up the two of us, hurry up and ride to the hospital, my daughter is cold. ”

Song Chunan didn't comfort her, one password and one action, silently and quickly tied the two of them into zongzi, tied the last rope around his waist, stepped on the bicycle, and pedaled desperately.

"My daughter is still angry, she must be saved! I beg you, you save my daughter, give her a warm body and take a breath, I am grateful to you for a lifetime, and I will eat and drink for you in the future!"

Sijiu was tied to a small impermeable quilt, next to Song Ci's little face as cool as a winter night, chirping uncomfortably.

Song Chun turned a deaf ear to it, refused to let it out, and kept promising threats to force it to help save people.

Li Shengnan seemed to be holding an ice cube, and it didn't take long for his upper and lower teeth to start fighting, and the blood all over his body was cold.

She endured as hard as she could, trying to think of some mess, trying to warm herself up and warm her poor child.

This road is extremely far away, and I can't wait to shrink the land into inches and travel 800 miles a day.

The night was incomparably long, and every second felt like a year.

And Song Ci, who was sleeping at the moment, was still lying unconsciously.

It's just that the scorching molten world in your sleep has been transformed into an iceberg and snowfield, which is cold to the bone, but it also has other benefits.

At least the world she created will not melt easily.

Except for the ice is a little harder, the material is a little more laborious, and the carving is a little more laborious, there is nothing else bad.

She squatted down without fear of the cold, patiently carving out her childhood home, with her loving parents at home, as well as the blue cat lazy, potted meat, and her mother's freshly baked fragrant biscuits......

She has become accustomed to the dark and cold, to the fact that one person talks to herself and plays for herself, and one person is the world.

People who have been deeply loved, even if they only hold on to their memories, can live well alone.

And she has countless ice sculptures to accompany her, and she can even have a whole world.

Tranquility, calm, no strife, no parting.

After the Song porcelain carved the fat cat was lazy, he carved another four-nine.

Huh? Who's going to do it?

The gentle thinking made waves slightly, breaking the flowing movements, alternating memories and memories, time was dim and shining, and there was no yellow sorghum in a big dream.