Qingtong kicked at his feet, and the square carpet woven by vines slid quickly down the mountain, and Qingtong used the rattan rope and the center of gravity of his body to grasp the direction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Wan felt as thrilling as a sleigh ride, and it was also exhilarating. When encountering a small snow slope, the square carpet flew up, and Lin Wan would scream loudly, his voice was full of pleasure and release, and the crisp sound was drowned in the huge sound of the waterfall.

Objects fly by in the foreground, rising into the air along with the waterfall, streaking through the air. Lin Wan also left all her worries behind and enjoyed this wonderful moment.

However, happiness is always short-lived. Soon it was already on the mountainside, Qingtong stretched out his feet to stop the rapidly sliding square carpet, gradually slowed down, and slowly stopped.

Lin Wan stood up unsatisfied and said happily: "Qingtong, do you think skiing is fun?"

Qingtong patted his chest, looking frightened, and frowned: "It's fun, but it's also dangerous, Miss can't slide by herself, if you're not careful, you may hit a tree or rush down the mountain." ”

Lin Wan didn't care, and thought about how to improve the equipment, and he could try a few more times.

There was also nothing to eat in the woods, only a few small bamboo shoots buried in the snow, and snow gophers hiding in snow caves.

Lin Wan has always had no taboos about what to eat, although she feels disgusting to eat rat meat, but it is better than being hungry, not to mention that she doesn't know how many days she wants to stay here now.

When she returned to the cave, she saw that Fengwu had already fallen asleep by the fire, and the fire had not been extinguished, so it could be seen that she had just fallen asleep.

Before Lin Wan and Qingtong walked into the cave, Fengwu had already woken up, and when she saw Qingtong coming back with two snow gophers, Lin Wan was holding two winter bamboo shoots, and couldn't help frowning, she didn't want to eat these things.

Qingtong went outside the cave to deal with the snow mole, and Lin Wan handed over the winter bamboo shoots in his hand to Fengwu.

Feng Wu pulled out the knife on his waist and shaved off the thick skin of the winter bamboo shoots, revealing the white and tender bamboo shoot meat, and a fresh fragrance suddenly came to the nose, which made people have a great appetite.

In the corner of the cave, Qingtong found some tools left by the previous hunters, including a small clay pot and a small clay bowl, as well as some hunting bows, arrows, and short spears.

Lin Wan boiled a pot of water in a clay pot, put the cleaned rat meat and bamboo shoot slices into the pot to boil, and then added some salt that he carried with him to prepare the barbecue.

Miao Feihong hadn't woken up yet, Feng Wu sat quietly beside him, looking at his face, his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, and his resolute chin.

It was the first time for Feng Wu to observe Miao Feihong so seriously, he was not particularly handsome, nor did he have particularly good skin, but this was a very attractive, man's face.

There is a resolute silhouette, a straight nose, dark eyebrows, thick long eyelashes, and thin lips, but the lip color is so pale at the moment, without a trace of blood.

Lin Wan sighed lightly, walked to Feng Wu's side, hugged her stiff body, and said in a low voice, "Sister Feng, do you like Brother Miao?"

Feng Wu was stunned when he heard this, turned his head, looked at Lin Wan's concerned gaze, and couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, do I already like him?

When did it start? Did he save himself when he almost fell into the river? Was it his burning gaze that moved him? Was it his solid chest that gave him a sense of peace? Or did he just save himself again regardless of his life?

Feng Wu Moth frowned slightly, turned his head, looked at Miao Feihong's sculpture-like face in a daze, and muttered: "I don't know either, is this what I like?"

Lin Wan smiled faintly and didn't say anything anymore, just quietly hugged Feng Wu's cold and stiff body, feeling her slowly relaxing, slowly soft, and slowly warming.

The broth on the fire "gurgles" and the aroma of meat and bamboo shoots fills the cave.

Qingtong walked in from outside, holding the wooden chopsticks, spoon and bowl she had just made with a knife. The workmanship is not very fine, but it is also cut smooth and can be used completely.

Seeing that the broth was already boiling, Qingtong walked to the fire, scooped a spoonful of steaming soup from the clay pot, tasted it, and said happily: "Miss, it tastes very good!"

"Come on, I'm starving. Lin Wan also hurriedly stood up happily and helped serve the broth.

Qingtong carefully filled a small bowl and handed it to Lin Wan with both hands.

Lin Wan took the wooden bowl, but she didn't rush to drink it, but brought it to Feng Wu, held it to her with a smile, and said, "Sister Feng, drink a bowl of broth, it's very fragrant!"

Feng Wu glanced at the meat in the bowl, frowned slightly, shook his head, and said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat." ”

Lin Wan looked at Miao Feihong on the ground and said, "Brother Miao must be hungry, otherwise, you can feed him to drink." ”

Feng Wu thought about it, took the wooden bowl, squatted beside Miao Feihong, supported his upper body with one hand, let his head rest on his shoulder, and then said in a low voice: "Brother Miao, drink some soup." ”

Miao Feihong was still motionless, and his body was so cold that it was heart-wrenching.

Feng Wu put the bowl on the ground, scooped a small spoonful of soup with a wooden spoon and fed it to Miao Feihong's mouth, and the soup flowed into Miao Feihong's lips one by one, and then slowly flowed into his mouth. Just such a small spoonful of soup, feeding it to the point of sweating and sweating.

Miao Feihong's throat moved slightly, and the warm soup slowly flowed into his stomach.

Feng Wu was very pleased, at least he could swallow, and hurriedly scooped another spoonful and continued to feed it, just like that, spoonful by spoonful, it took half an hour to feed the small half bowl. The soup was cold and hot several times, and everyone was tired of it and full of joy.

Lin Wan took another bowl of soup, walked up to Feng Wu, and persuaded, "Sister Feng, you can also drink a bowl." Look, even Brother Miao has drunk it, don't you really want to know what it tastes like?"

Feng Wu hesitated for a moment, but still took the bowl, took a sip gently, frowned and tasted it, it felt very fresh, and there was no strange taste. I took another big sip, it felt very warm, and I felt that my heart was not so empty.

Lin Wan happily watched Feng Wu finish drinking a bowl of soup, and suddenly remembered something, and said dejectedly: "Sister Feng, we have eaten the last meal now, but we haven't had the next meal." This rat broth is not drunk at night. ”

Feng Wu glanced at her and said disdainfully, "Look at your little bit of talent! I'll go and get some game and come back, you wait." With that, he got up and walked out of the cave.

Lin Wan chuckled and shook his head, yawned, and thought that it was nap time again.

Qingtong used dried leaves and a single coat by the fire to lay another place for Lin Wan to sleep. Lin Wan lay down, feeling very uncomfortable, but she was so tired that she fell asleep quickly.

I don't know how long I slept, Lin Wan was sleeping in a daze, but was woken up by Fengwu's screams. (To be continued.) )