As winter arrives, the climate gets colder. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the early morning, the forest is surrounded by a layer of light mist, the smoke is steaming, and the light and shadow of the woods are hazy, looming like a fairyland.

Green vines are intertwined with a few decayed branches, like a cascading green waterfall hanging from the mouth of the cave, covering most of the hole.

Gently picking up some of the hanging vines at the entrance of the cave, Qianling held a pile of dry firewood and walked into the cave lightly, her plain white dress dotted with pale green four-leaf clover, like white petals scattered on her ankles.

Putting the dry branches and firewood in her arms on the edge of the rock wall, Qianling squatted down by the fire that had been extinguished at some point, picked up the two logs placed by the fire, and planned to rekindle the fire.

The light in the cave was dim, and suddenly a white halo flashed through the darkness like a meteor.

Burst!

A small bright yellow flame suddenly ignited from the extinguished fire, flickering and swaying, small but warm, illuminating the dimly lit cavern.

Holding the hand of the wood, Qianling looked at the small flame that suddenly ignited from the fire, was stunned, and raised her eyes to look into the cave in some surprise.

A middle-aged man in his early 30s was lying in a futon by the rock wall in the cave, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was mostly covered, revealing only a pair of peach blossom eyes with a little sleepiness, and blinked lazily:

"Come on, it's early today. ”

Qianling stared at him, and then stared blankly at the swaying flame in front of her, a pair of amber eyes were wide open, and there was a little uncertainty in surprise:

"Uncle...... You lit this fire?"

The man lay in the futon like a tightly wrapped mummy, looked at her with a look of surprise, and glanced faintly at the bright yellow flames on the fire:

"It's just a little trick. ”

Qianling's eyes widened and she didn't blink.

With a lazy yawn, the man looked at the girl who was squatting by the fire and still staring at him in surprise, and smiled: "What's the matter, you want to learn?"

"No ......"

Qianling shook her head, put down the wood, got up from the fire, and walked towards the inside of the cave, patting the ashes on her hands as she went.

Carefully helping the man slowly sit up from the quilt and leaning against the rock wall, stuffing the pillow behind him to cushion it, Qianling took the bamboo pot placed next to the pillow and gently handed it to his mouth.

Probably a person lying here unable to move, and indeed thirsty for a long time, the man leaned against the rock wall and drank the water in the bamboo pot in one gulp, and exhaled leisurely.

"Oh, no ......?" he slowly reached out and grabbed the bamboo pot, shook it a few times unwillingly, as if the range of movement was too large and pulled the wound somewhere, and grinned and gasped.

Qianling reached out and tucked his quilt tighter, and stood up with a bamboo pot:

"I'll go to the stream to make another pot, uncle, stay here and don't move. ”

The man leaned against the edge of the rock wall and nodded. The action was sudden, and a face full of straps wrinkled slightly:

"Little girl, I've said it many times...... Don't call me uncle. ”

Qianling turned her head with the bamboo pot, and when she saw that he was depressed and dissatisfied, she couldn't help but smile:

"But uncle, you were originally an uncle, otherwise how could I call you?"

The man glanced at her and snorted disapprovingly.

"You little girl who has never seen the world...... Wait until I'm injured and then shave, so you can see how handsome Uncle is!"

Qianling couldn't help but smile and shake his head when he looked at him leaning against the edge of the rock wall, but looking up at his bandaged head and looking proud and uninhibited.

Afternoon.

As winter progresses, the forest is no longer as beautiful and colorful as in autumn, and is soaked in soft and warm honey-colored sunlight anytime and anywhere. Now, even at the sunniest noon, it is still a bleak and cold early winter scene.

Crackling......

A warm and bright yellow flame danced on the pile of dry branches and firewood, and the fire was scorching, and sometimes a few sparks were splashed.

Qianling sat by the fire, picking up a few dead branches and adding them to the burning dry wood.

A middle-aged man with bandages on his body leaned against the edge of the rock wall by the fire, with a pillow behind his back and a thick quilt on his body.

Qianling watched him leaning against the edge of the rock wall, his whole body wrapped in bandages like a mummy, but a pair of peach blossom eyes turned around flexibly, and he couldn't help but laugh faintly.

"Little girl, what are you laughing at?" the man stared at her obviously secretly holding back a smile, his face wrinkled sadly, and slowly but carefully reached out and pulled the bandages on his face, "It's not that you tied it like this, you can't tie it up better?"

Qianling glanced at the bandages on his face and shrugged nonchalantly:

"It's good that someone can tie you up, uncle, don't be too angry. ”

The man snorted and leaned against the edge of the rock wall to stop talking.

The green vines hanging from the entrance of the cave suddenly seemed to be separated by something, swaying gently and making a soft sound.

Xiao Jiu got into the hole with a hare in his mouth, ran to Qianling's side, and threw the hare in his mouth in front of her.

"This is dinner?" Qianling looked at the fat rabbit in front of her, smiled and reached out to rub Xiao Jiu's head, "Such a big rabbit, it took a long time to find it, right?"

Xiao Jiu gently rubbed her hand, lay down on the spot, and enjoyed her touch very comfortably, the tail spur swayed leisurely, and the mouth made a brisk "chirp" sound.

Bright yellow flames danced on the dry wood, warm and bright like a small sun, illuminating the small cave.

The man leaned against the edge of the rock wall, covered with a thick futon, and quietly stared at the chestnut-haired girl in front of him and the black beast lying beside her, his eyes reflecting the light of the dancing fire, thoughtful.

"How did you end up messing with the Dark Demons?" said softly, with a little confusion.

Qianling raised her eyes to look at him, then at Xiao Jiu, who was curled up beside her and started to nap, and reached out and gently stroked its head:

"Xiao Jiu is my family. ”

"Family?"

The man glanced at the black beast curled up beside her, and his tone revealed a bit of surprise:

"You say this dark demon?"

Qianling looked at the little chirp beside her who was squinting comfortably like a cat, enjoying her petting, and smiled softly: "That's right." ”

"Little girl," the man looked at her, his voice low as if it were a bit of a warning, "something as dangerous as a dark demon, especially this one of your size, can easily bite off your head with just one bite." ”

Qianling looked at him, and her voice was soft:

"Xiao Jiu won't bite people casually, as long as you don't recruit it first. ”

"Moreover, the food we eat these days, rabbits, pheasants, etc., is basically hunted by Xiao Jiu. There is very little food in this forest in winter, and Xiao Jiu must have traveled a long way to catch these, so ......"

Qianling raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes serious:

"Please don't say that. ”