At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yajun couldn't sleep, got up and prepared to cook on the kang, put on the camouflage broken army coat he wore for work, shrunk his neck and opened the door. As soon as the sun rose from the back of the mountain, a golden morning light shone precisely on his face through the cracks of the two overlapping elm trees in front of his house, and countless fine dust flew in the path of light. Zhao Yajun unconsciously coughed a few times, spit out phlegm, and scolded and said:

"I've lived for forty-eight years, and I've never seen such a weird winter, it's really fucking evil. ”

Zhao Yajun is an authentic Northeast person, the usual Northeast, since the beginning of winter, it has become a snowy world, the temperature is minus twenty or thirty degrees, but this year (2018) is very weird, sparsely pulled down two light snow, the wind blows and melts, the temperature is only minus two or three degrees, a really warm winter, experienced farmers know that this is not a good thing, there is no snow in the spring, the ground is dry, and farming is a problem.

Zhao Yajun and his wife Sui Dongmin have a daughter, who graduated from university and stayed in Beijing to work, and can only be "self-sufficient". There are only more than 20 households in Jingkou Village, which are divided into two streets, and it takes less than ten minutes to walk from the head of the village to the end of the village.

Zhao Yajun's family has a dog and two cows, his dog died the day before, everyone said that they had eaten the mouse medicine under Wu Laosi's family, and the dog is to take care of the home, especially the cattle family, there must be a dog. Zhao Yajun planned to go to the town to catch a big dog after eating, and after thinking about it, he walked to the firewood pile, bent down and picked up a bundle to take back to the house to burn.

He turned around to leave, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, Zhao Yajun's cattle pen was next to the firewood, and in the past, his own cattle had already mooed when they heard the owner coming.

"It doesn't seem right", Zhao Yajun's heart tightened, trembling and moved to the bullpen, the sun had been fully exposed at this time, the light illuminated the bullpen transparently, and he paused when he walked to the door, I don't know if the firewood on his shoulder is too heavy, or because of a bad premonition in his heart, his forehead began to evaporate white gas, a little short of breath, he took a deep breath, and slowly tilted his head to look into the cowpen......

"Wow" Zhao Yajun sat on the ground, and the firewood on his shoulders was scattered all over the ground.

The two cows were killed, and the two hind legs were untied separately, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed in a terrifying way.

After being stunned for a while, Zhao Yajun got up in embarrassment, because there was no snow, his clothes and pants were full of dust, where could he care about this, and ran into the house with a wail.

Forty-six-year-old Sui Dongmin heard her husband's cry in her sleep, woke up suddenly, her heart suddenly tightened, she didn't care about getting dressed, she ran out wrapped in a quilt, and Zhao Yajun, who was running back from the yard, bumped into her arms at the door of the room, and she couldn't care much when the quilt slipped down, so she grabbed her husband and asked:

"Lao Zhao, what's wrong with you early in the morning?"

"Cow... Cattle... It's all dead!" Zhao Yajun said with his eyes closed.

"Why are they dead, both of them are dead?" Sui Dongmin said.

Zhao Yajun opened his eyes suddenly, stared at her directly, and said faintly:

"All of them are dead, there is no one left, and like rhubarb, the flesh of the hind legs has been unwound by someone......"

"Isn't that... Could it be..."Sui Dongmin muttered to herself, her face less sad at this time, replaced by fear, a look of panic.

Silence, deathly silence, the quartz clock seconds hand on the wall of the room rang rhythmically.

"Tick tick..."

It's like a ticking down to death.

Damn it, why doesn't it snow, snow covers everything, dust, cold-causing viruses, terrifying malice, without snow, all this filth is floating in the air, with the breath into the stomach, into the brain......

"Tick tick tick"

"Boom ......"

In Zhao Yajun's mind, a big explosion was experienced, and those fears that no one knew about, and those nightmares hidden in his sleep were all blown out.