"Ahem...... cough cough ......" Song Dafu stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door, Zhang on the bed covered his mouth with one hand and coughed slightly, afraid of waking up the sleeping children in the house, put his hand to his mouth and lowered his voice, which sounded very depressed in the quiet morning.

The dilapidated door was pushed by external forces, and suddenly made a "creaking" sound, listening to people's ears for no reason to feel irritated, the door panel was really shabby, and the sound made in the quiet early morning seemed to be extremely noisy, and a few people who were still sleeping on the big kang not far away frowned.

The cold wind blew from the open door, and the only heat in the room ran out at once, and the whole room suddenly became cold, and several children couldn't help but shrink into the bed, and the people sleeping on the kang did not open their eyes, and after the body sensed the cold, they automatically looked for a warmer place.

"No wonder it's so cold, damn it, it's snowing outside." Song Dafu stretched out his head to look outside, and the person with the snow-white color of the sky couldn't help but close his eyes, his body was blown by the cold wind, and he shivered, and suddenly shivered, and immediately retracted his head and closed the door.

The snow was flying all over the sky, and the goose-feather snow looked like it had fallen overnight, and there was snow everywhere on the eaves, treetops, and low earthen walls, and the ground in the yard was covered with snow, and the sky and the earth were white at a glance. Song Dafu pulled back and frowned tightly.

It's snowing, this autumn's harvest is not very good, the days are not good, but this winter's heavy snow is still early, and now it is difficult to even go to the mountains to find game, thinking about how to survive the whole cold winter, Song Dafu's face is becoming more and more difficult to see.

"Ahem, ahem......" The intermittent coughing sound sounded in the room, accompanied by Zhang's wheezing, which rang in the man's ears, "Daddy, don't go today...... Ahem, ahem...... It's snowing, and the road in the mountains is not easy to walk...... Ahem, ahem...... It snowed all night, cough cough ......," Zhang forced a cough.

Song Dafu walked quickly to the side of the kang, stretched out his hand and gently patted Zhang's back, his movements were skillful, and he often did this, while glancing at a few children lying on the kang next to Zhang's, as if he was afraid of waking them up, a loving look flashed in his eyes, he lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "I'm fine, don't worry, you don't have to worry about these things, I know it in my heart." ”

Song Dafu's tone was full of pity, and Zhang, who knew him, naturally knew that he was saying this to not worry about himself, but thinking of the bad weather outside, Zhang's eyes flashed with worry.

"Ahem...... Zhang's lips moved to say something, and there was a crisp sound of "bang" not far away, but the door of the dilapidated house that had just been opened by Song Dafu was not closed, and it was suddenly blown open by the strong wind outside, and the cold wind mixed with snow flakes flew in.

"child, don't worry, speak slowly, I'll get you some hot water to drink." Song Dafu looked at Zhang's Dao, walked over quickly and closed the door again, then turned around and went to the table to pour water, picked up the teapot only to find that the water in it had been cold overnight.

Zhang's health is not good, and he can't drink cold water overnight, otherwise he will be sick and easy to get sick when he catches a cold, Song Dafu turned around and planned to go to the kitchen to find some hot water, "I'll go get you some hot water." A hoarse voice said as he picked up the teapot on the table and walked outside.

"Dad, mother." Song Ci'er was woken up by the movement in the house in her sleep, her right hand stretched out the quilt and rubbed her eyes, the door of the house opened, and the cold wind outside suddenly blew in, and her brain, which was still a little confused, suddenly woke up, "...... hiss" Song Ci'er shivered, and instinctively drilled into the quilt, it was so cold.

"Ah, it's snowing!" There was no joy in his tone but sadness, and there was worry in his voice that a child should not have.

"Porcelain is awake." Zhang turned his head to look at the sound when he heard the voice, and tried to reach out to help his daughter tighten the quilt on her body, so as not to let more cool breeze blow in, the hand on the quilt was thin and weak, and the cyan blood vessels were clearly visible.

"Ahem......" Zhang put one hand on Song Ci'er's head and rubbed her hair that had been a little messy all night, covered her mouth with the other hand and coughed, her brows furrowed tightly, her body was really getting more and more useless.

"Mother, mother...... Don't worry. Song Ci'er's original trace of sleepiness disappeared suddenly, and contrary to the confusion just now, she got up neatly, came to Zhang's side, stretched out her hand and patted her chest carefully.

"Ahem......"

"Mother......

"Mother......

"...... kid"

With Zhang's cough, everyone in the room said worriedly, Song Dafu strode over with a kettle in one hand and a wooden basin in the other, and the expression on his face was full of concern.

"Mother, mother...... You don't want to die, Wan'er doesn't want you to die...... Wow......" A small bag bulged out at the innermost part of the bed, and the small bag moved quickly, and soon a messy little head appeared on the top, with tears on his face, and the owner of the little head didn't care to wipe the tears on his face, and howled and threw himself at Zhang, who was coughing.

"Wan'er, don't move." Several people in the room shouted in unison, the little girl's small body was not heavy, but Zhang's weak body couldn't withstand her so hard.

"Mother, wow......" Song Wan'er's small body burst out with huge potential, and suddenly bumped into Song Ci'er's hand and reached over to grab her, her sister is a bad person, she didn't let her come over, she wanted to find her mother.

"Wan'er." Zhang suddenly shouted urgently, watching the little girl staggered a few steps and suddenly fell, fortunately on the kang, "woo woo...... "The little girl lay there crying, while choking and saying things like "Mother don't die".

"Wan'er, what's wrong?" Song Dafu handed the hot water to Zhang, and at the same time reached out to help the crying little daughter up, holding it in his arms and gently coaxing.

"Woo woo...... the little girl just kept crying and couldn't speak.

"Wan'er, come here." Zhang looked at his little daughter crying pitifully, and suddenly felt distressed.

"Don't worry." Song Dafu first told Zhang, and then put the little girl in his arms beside her, and the little girl came to Zhang's side, and immediately stretched out her hands and hugged Zhang's arm tightly.

Song Wan'er cried so sadly, Zhang naturally hugged her, stretched out her other hand and gently patted the little girl's body, and repeatedly said that she was fine, so the little girl didn't cry.

"I know, Wan'er must be scared." Song Yu suddenly spoke, and the family looked over together, full of doubts.