Liu Jianguo and Cheng Xueyu failed in the final exam, and they didn't dare to go home for the New Year, plus the winter vacation was only three days, the road was slippery on snowy days, and their homes were far away, so they simply chose to stay in school.

Su Qingzhi brought them three catties of braised pork, and the two put the meat in the rice jar, heated it with boiling water, and ate it with their mouths full of oil.

"Old Su...... Don't say anything, this is my brother, closer than my parents, and the brothers don't know the taste of meat for three months. ”

Both of them are unstingy personalities, there is no door guard in their mouths, and they have no meat to eat for three days, and they say that they don't know the taste of meat in March, and the words they say are sincere, and people who don't know the truth can only wait to be deceived.

Liu Jianguo locked the door of the dormitory from the inside, and squatted on the ground face to face with Cheng Xueyu, with a garbage can in the middle, looking like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

The first time I spent the New Year outside, I mixed badly, and it was understandable that I was disappointed.

Su Qingzhi took a cold shower, and seeing that the sky was darkening, he picked up his schoolbag, which contained a few catties of pure lean braised pork, which was brought for Meng Xiuyi.

The snow stopped, but the howling north wind blew on the face like a knife, and it hurt and hurt.

There was a faint light coming out of Meng Xiuyi's room, and it should be a charcoal fire, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no movement inside, and Su Qingzhi just wanted to turn around and leave, when there was a cracking sound of a cup inside.

He continued to knock on the door and shouted, "Teacher Meng, are you not at home?"

However, there was no response except the whistling of the wind.

He was full of suspicion, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: "Could it be carbon monoxide poisoning?"

Startled by his own thoughts, he hurriedly dropped his bag on the snow, took a few steps back, and then with an acceleration, a "poof", he slammed open two heavy wooden doors.

"Teacher Meng—"

Su Qingzhi rushed in, and a heat wave hit him, and at the same time, there was a feeling of poor breathing, which was suffocating.

"Sure enough, it's carbon monoxide poisoning!"

He hurriedly squatted down, held his breath at the same time, crawled forward, touched Meng Xiuyi's bed in the black light, picked her up and ran out.

"What can I do about the New Year?"

It was freezing and snowy outside, it was pitch black, and it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, so there was nowhere to go to the hospital.

Su Qingzhi slapped her face while calling Meng Xiuyi's name, and the latter's eyes opened slightly, and he reacted a little in a daze, as if he felt the cold outside.

"If you are sentient, it means that the poisoning is not deep......"

He took a sharp breath, leaned over Meng Xiuyi's fiery lips, and kept sending air into her mouth through artificial respiration.

The mechanism of carbon monoxide poisoning is that carbon monoxide and hemoglobin combine to form carboxyhemoglobin, which makes hemoglobin lose its oxygen-carrying ability and effect, causing tissue asphyxiation.

In addition, the affinity of carbon monoxide and hemoglobin is 200~300 times higher than that of oxygen and hemoglobin, so artificial respiration is likely to have no good effect, but under the current special conditions, you can only choose to save yourself, first move people outside the open area, and then carry out artificial respiration.

Su Qingzhi sat in the snow nest, held Meng Xiuyi in her arms in cotton wool pajamas, took a sharp breath of air, put it in her mouth, took another breath, and sent it in again......

"Y-What are you doing?"

Meng Xiuyi was not deeply poisoned, and woke up after a few minutes, she gently opened her tired eyes, her reaction was a little sluggish, and she looked at him in a daze, her hazy eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

"Don't speak, adjust your breathing. ”

Su Qingzhi's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he was tired or blown by the wind, he gasped and inhaled cold air, and then puffed out his cheeks and continued to send air to her mouth.

Meng Xiuyi shivered from the cold, opened her eyes wide in horror, watched him slowly approach, and then pressed her lips to feel his breath......

"Carry me back to my room. ”

She regained her senses and struggled to sit up, but she couldn't exert any strength in her body.

Su Qingzhi was out of breath, he was tired enough, artificial respiration was really a physical job.

He asked, "How are you feeling?"

It was too windy outside, and Meng Xiuyi was so cold that she was about to lose consciousness, she buried her head in Su Qingzhi's chest and said softly, "It's much better." ”

From kicking the door to now, it took about twenty minutes, and the carbon monoxide in the room was basically dissipated, and Su Qingzhi returned to the room with her.

There was still residual warmth in the quilt, and the moment he put Meng Xiuyi on the bed, he suddenly had an urge to possess him, the two of them were close at hand, his breath could be heard, and the woman in front of him was touching and pitiful......

His mind went blank with a thud, and he arched himself and kissed her violently.

Meng Xiuyi struggled for a while, but did not break free, so she no longer refused, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and made a coquettish sound of "duh" in her mouth, gently catering.

Su Qingzhi received some kind of hint, and he became even bolder.

He pressed Meng Xiuyi under him and kissed more passionately, and at the same time, his right hand reached into her cotton wool pajamas, touching her smooth and delicate skin, and sliding all the way from above.

"No, no, we can't-"

Meng Xiuyi suddenly woke up, did not get carried away by lust, and kept the final bottom line.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Hurry up and close the door, the fire is up, I'm so cold. ”

Meng Xiuyi blushed and scratched him fiercely, like a little daughter-in-law glaring at her own man, her eyes were full of grievances.

Su Qingzhi brought his schoolbag in, the door latch was broken by him, and he randomly found a wooden stick to replace it, then added a few pieces of charcoal to the brazier, and when the fire was strong, he went to open the ventilation window in the kitchen.

Meng Xiuyi was wrapped in a quilt, only exposing his head, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Forget it this time, it must not be like this again in the future!"

The difference in identity and age between the two is too great, and it is destined to have no results, so she wields her sword and cuts the love thread, her tone is very firm, leaving no room for it.

Su Qingzhi looked at her and was noncommittal.

Meng Xiuyi said embarrassedly: "What about talking to you?"

Su Qingzhi said: "We can't change the things in the past, and who can say for sure what will happen in the future." ”

Meng Xiuyi glared at him, but it didn't have any deterrent effect, but it added a little bit of charm to me.

Su Qingzhi went to the kitchen to take a look, and there was not much food in reserve, but fortunately, there were vegetables such as onions, ginger, garlic, cabbage, etc.

He washed his hands first with a basin of water, and then cut two pieces of braised meat from home, and the sound of "dangdang" knife cutting board suddenly came from the kitchen.

Meng Xiuyi was wrapped in pajamas, leaning against the kitchen door, quietly watching him busy and busy, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

"Go lie down and don't catch a cold. By the way, close the door, otherwise there will be oil smoke when stir-frying. ”

Su Qingzhi lit the gas stove, after the iron pot was heated, put rapeseed oil, and then picked up the shovel and began to stir-fry.

Meng Xiuyi looked at him attentively and muttered to herself, "Eighteen years old, it's so good." ”

After saying that, the corners of his eyes moistened