I pushed the door down, the door creaked open, and I walked in, the furnishings of the house were simple and old, an iron pot was covered with dust, and the corner of the wall was neatly arranged with cut wood, and in the other corner of the house, a wooden bed was placed here. On the www.biquge.info bed in the pen "Fun" pavilion, a transparent plastic bag completely covers the area of the bed, apparently, it is used to cover the dust.

Xin Lu put down her backpack, looked happy, carried Ji Momo on her back, walked to the bed, tore open the plastic bag, and saw the clean quilt, which surprised her, and sighed even more, good people have good rewards. Letting go of Ji Momo, seeing the bloodstains all over her body made her heartbroken. The corners of his eyes were moist, and he froze Ji Momo's pale face. Xin Lu struggled for a moment, but still mustered up the courage and took off Ji Momo's coat and pants. Maybe it has been soaked for too long, and the clothes and pants inside are already wet, and it will definitely not be comfortable when it sticks to the body. hesitated again, but seeing Ji Momo's painful appearance, he was still ruthless and took off his clothes and pants. In the process of undressing, the position of the wound on the arm had already been adhered to, and Xin Lu did not pay attention to it, tearing the wound, and blood gushed out again. She saw that the corners of Ji Momo's eyes were wrinkled, and the stimulation that hurt into the bone marrow still made the sleeping Ji Momo unbearable. One didn't hold back, she shed tears of regret, and hurriedly took off her coat and wrapped Ji Momo's injured arm. After wrapping it, he pulled on the futon, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Ji Momo's heavy backpack, as if he had found something. Walk up, lift the backpack, put it on the stool, pull it open, and see what's inside. The bag is full of dry food, travel brochures, flashlights, first aid kits, and even compressed sleeping bags. However, Xin Lu didn't hesitate much, took out the first aid kit, looked for it, and sure enough, there were hemostatic drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs, and he was still happy that Ji Momo This kid was really prescient, but in the next second, he was stunned to find that how to take medicine without water. With a wall in his heart, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ji Momo's seemingly eternal melancholy, with sentimental eyes aimless, looking out of the door. Without hesitation, she took out the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled it evenly on Ji Momo's wound, and when the medicine powder melted into the flesh, she tore off her coat and slowly wrapped her arm with the warm core inside to prevent the wound from tearing again.

Outside, the whistling cold wind and the flying snow are like the end of a love tragedy comic, which makes people sad and sad. Xin Lu was alone, sitting on the edge of the bed, the tears in her eyes echoing in her eyes, tormenting alone in the dark night. Suddenly, the wind increased, and the ghostly whistling sound seemed to be so powerful that it frightened the wooden blocks placed in the house and fell strangely. Listening to the sound of the wooden blocks rolling down, it suddenly occurred to her that the iron pot erected in the middle of the house was not an ornament, and a coincidental encounter made her suddenly know the true purpose of the iron pot. Presumably, she took off the iron pot, pushed open the door, walked outside, grabbed the snow around the front of the house and threw it into the iron pot, and after collecting all the amount, she kept squeezing the snow, rubbing back and forth in the iron pot to wash away the dust. After working for a few minutes, she was so tired that she was hot, and finally cleaned the iron pot. Then, around the front of the house, I found a few places of clean white snow, carefully picked it up and put it in the pot, and then returned to the wooden house. She set up the iron pot, found a few small pieces of wood, and put them under the iron pot, but again encountered problems and could not make a fire. With the lessons of the past, she rummaged up and down in Ji Momo's backpack again. Found the lighter and turned it on, the faint light of the fire was like a torch in the room, illuminating Xin Lu's worried face. (To be continued.) )