Catastrophe of Meaning 37
The light of the fire moved, hovering under the wooden blocks, but it was difficult to ignite. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info tossed several times, but it was also fruitless. It filled the house with smoke and choked his mouth. Xin Lu was unwilling, hunched over, and blew vigorously under the wooden block. The little sparks on the wood swayed in the wind, but it was not completely ignited, but it gradually dimmed, and the charcoal ash under the mixed wood gradually emitted thick smoke, Xin Lu panicked for a while, and her face was comically stained with black charcoal ash, making that beautiful face even more eye-catching. Xin Lu sat on the ground, unable to feel cold, her eyes looked at the iron pot with lost eyes, the snow in the pot had not changed, but her mood was corrupted to the extreme.
In the hotel of Camp Three, Pentan sat in the corner, staring blankly at the dome and thinking alone. The whole room was pitch black, and in the lonely shadow, the depressed figure seemed to grow old in an instant. On the bed, Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er slept in a bewitching posture, and the two of them, who were originally incompatible, gradually got closer to each other in their dreams.
In the primeval forest of Camp No. 3, in the wooden house, Xin Lu was silent, as if she was pondering countermeasures, but she found that her clothes were soaked in blood at some point. The dazzling red, in the dark night, is like the cleaning of the crime scene, which is intimidating. If you think about it, it is common sense, the coat has been dirty, and the knitted thread inside is stained with blood, which is also the logic of partnership, but the knitted thread can no longer be worn. Take off the line clothes, the upper body is sexy and exposed, and the plump upper circumference is coveted. She casually threw down the thread jacket, and turned out the down jacket in her shoulder bag, and put it on her body, but in the middle of the shoulder bag, she accidentally saw a bloodstained knitted thread jacket and a lighter. If you have an idea, why not use it to start a fire. As soon as she said it, she lit the lighter, and the flame was placed under the thread, and in the blink of an eye, it was already burning. She threw the burning thread under the wooden block, and the flame of the thread became bigger and bigger, and the intense heat and light were all released, and in an instant, the wood was completely burned. Suddenly, the whole house, the firelight illuminated the room, and the temperature gradually increased as the wood blocks burned. Xin Lu stood up and saw that the snow in the iron pot had melted, and the snow that had melted into water was close to the boiling point under the scorching temperature. After the hot water was boiled, Xin Lu found the water cup in Ji Momo's backpack again. She filled the iron pot with hot water, kept blowing to cool it quickly, took out the anti-inflammatory medicine in her backpack, sat on the edge of the bed, helped Ji Momo up, sifted the anti-inflammatory medicine into her mouth, and fed the water and medicine. In his sleep, Ji Momo was also extremely cooperative, and he had taken medicine, but in the delivery of water, hot water would always overflow. Xin Lu took care of it carefully, but it was unsustainable, looking at the dry lips, Xin Lu hesitated, but still resolutely decided, she took a sip of the water cup, and then slowly put it on Ji Momo's lips, and slowly sent the hot water in her mouth into Ji Momo's mouth. In this way, after a few minutes, Ji Momo finished drinking the hot water.
After finishing Ji Momo, Xin Lu took out a towel in his satchel again, threw it into the pot, washed the towel, washed his face, removed his makeup, and poured the sewage from the iron pot out of the door. Outside the door, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of abating, and she filled the house with snow again, returned to the house, set up the iron pot, and put a few pieces of wood under the fire rack, and let the flames be released once again. In the leisure, the worn palm has already frozen the skin and flesh white, and at this moment the spirit is relaxed, and I suddenly feel the pain in the palm. (To be continued.) )