Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Escape (II)

The door was locked, but the window was torn open by a long crack.

If you want to go in to shelter from the wind and snow, you must first step on the small stool at the corner of the eaves, stretch open the crack and get in.

Drill through the window into someone else's house

Changting's grazed elbow and the bloody palm of the mouth slowly began to hurt after the blood flowed, Changting gritted his teeth, lifted his wet skirt and stepped on the small stool, his palm pressed on the platform along the window lattice, his arm was propped up, the bones in his head hurt, Changting kicked the stool hard, and then rolled into the wooden house.

The wooden house was full of dust, the air was hit by heavy objects, and the photosynthetic dust floated up and down.

Changting hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, but he was still choked and coughed.

I didn't have time to look more, the door was locked with an iron lock, and it couldn't be opened without a key, and Changting held back a lot of strength and naturally had the strength to come in from the window, but Xiao Changning was sick and soft as mud, where did he have the strength to go through the window and enter the house?

There was an ax by the door, Changting squinted and walked over to get it, the axe was very heavy, the little girl didn't hold it, "bang" smashed on the wooden board, Changting came up hard, and bent down to pick it up, swayed and picked up the axe, his arm couldn't hold up, and he slammed it on the wooden door panel halfway through, and was hit by gravity, his hand was unstable, and the axe fell down again.

Changting gasped for breath, her eyes stared at the axe, her chest rose sharply, she was useless, she couldn't do anything, she would be stuck in the quagmire, she would not be able to find her direction, she would make herself hurt all over her body

She didn't even have to smash a door!

Changting wanted to cry very much, wanted to cry very much, bent down and put his hands on his knees, and suddenly thought of what if she couldn't protect A-Ning?

The Fu family exchanged his life for a chance to live, and as a result of the bloody struggle of thousands of people in the Lu family, his father made painstaking arrangements

What should she do if she can't protect Aning!?

The wooden house was quiet, the moonlight fell in a blur through the uneven slit that was stretched, the black floor was pitted but couldn't keep an inch of light at all, Changting wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to cry, reason told her that she couldn't cry, A-Ning could cry, A-Ning could be weak, A-Ning could be so sick that she didn't have the strength to go on, but she couldn't.

She is the eldest sister, and the eldest sister is like a mother.

Responsibility is more important than grief.

Changting swallowed the sourness stuck in his throat with difficulty, bent down and went to pick up the axe, just when the wind groaned, in the silence, "squeak", Changting slowly raised his head, and the moonlight gently rushed in through the crack in the door.

The door lock was unlocked when it was smashed

Changting suddenly perked up, stunned for a while, rushed out and got up Xiao Changninglou, held the wooden railing into the cabin, as soon as he entered the wooden house, closed the door panel, as soon as the door was closed, the wind was isolated outside, Changting first put Xiao Changning on the bed, took off his wet clothes and small leather boots with his hands and feet, didn't care about being dirty, dusted off the quilt and stretched out his hand to wrap Changning tightly, and then groped for a flint by the bed, and a small lamp that was so greasy that his hands were wet.

Changting rubbed the flint on the pillar, lit the little seedlings, trembled and protected them, and went to light the very short rope on the lamp.

There is finally light.

"A-Ning, A-Ning" Changting picked up the small oil lamp in one hand and called softly.

Changning "snorted", struggled to open his eyelids, leaned back on the bed tremblingly, looked around while shaking, and stammered, "Eldest sister, where are we now?"

Only then did the long pavilion have time to look at the hut, which was about where the forest keeper spent the night, the roof was very low and low, and the whole wooden house was so narrow that it could only fit a bed, a small wooden bench, a low wooden cabinet, a coarse porcelain water tank, and a mess of miscellaneous things, and the long pavilion squinted and reached out, and there was a large mass of hemp rope, shovels, shovels, wooden sticks stacked in a haphazard manner, and many things she had never seen before.

The house does not look like it has been uninhabited for a long time, the bed is a warm kang, and the long pavilion is touched by the lower body, and there is still charcoal ash under the kang - it has only been winter for a long time, and it is only these days that you need to burn the kang to fall asleep.

There was a stack of clothes stacked next to the bed, navy blue coarse linen material, the right placket was opposite, and a few fine colored threads were mixed in the middle of the buckle.

Changting put down his clothes thoughtfully, the wooden house is not big, and he can probably figure it out after turning around.

The owner's temperament, hobbies, and even physical condition can be seen from the small.

The pavilion was even sure that the owner of the room would come back tomorrow - on the small wooden cabinet beside the bed was a small scroll of books on needlework and embroidery, with few words on it, and most of the embroidery drawings were very crudely described. Books are precious objects in the Great Jin Dynasty, and Lu Jiagui has been precious for several lifetimes of books, so he has accumulated such a reputation. Ordinary people will not leave the book in a place where they will not live permanently, not to mention, this book is still readable by the owner's family before going to sleep.

The master's family was trapped outside the forest by the sudden heavy snow, and after a night's work, Ming'er was afraid that he would be able to rush back in a hurry.

Changting sighed, touched Xiao Changning's forehead, and his heart suddenly panicked, from the cold at the beginning, to the current hot! Changning was holding the roll in his hand, trembling, his lips were trembling, twitching from time to time, his face was flushed, and he was talking nonsense.

"Mother!"

"Daddy, Father, Brother"

"Eldest sister, eldest sister, don't go"

With each last sentence, the little girl's voice suddenly became sharp and desolate.

Changting held back her tears, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to do? What should I do if my child is sick with the cold? Changting understood that she could not let the little girl continue to burn, and the child was easy to burn, but she was afraid that applying ice water would make the illness worse if she was cold, but she did not dare to light the kang to make the temperature higher.

The kraft paper that pasted the window was torn to pieces and poured wind into it, and Changting was afraid that the light would come out of the cracks, so he simply blew out the small oil lamp in one go, and then took Changning's coat and covered the window side, covering the mouth in the middle of the kraft paper.

There was no light in the room again, and the darkness was terrifying.

Changting stood alone in the middle, wet from top to bottom, the tips of his hair were still dripping, he looked around, dragged the wooden cabinet and bench to the door to resist, bit his lip again, reached out and touched Xiao Changning's forehead again, it was still very hot, silent, took off the wet clothes, trembled and changed into the old clothes placed next to the bed, cut his clothes into one by one with scissors, soaked them in the water tank, and then wrung them out and applied them to the young girl's forehead. Changting shrank at the foot of the bed and leaned against the pillar, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, closed his eyes and opened his eyes again, changing the cloth strips from time to time, soaking in water and wringing them out, seeing Changning's body temperature drop.

This was the hardest night in Changting's life.

But she will never forget.

I don't know how long it took, the door panel was pushed open from the outside, the rising daylight came out of the crack and tilted to the ground, Changting woke up suddenly, subconsciously blocked his eyes with the back of his hand, his heart trembled, instinctively blocked in front of the young sister, pursed his mouth, just wanted to pick up the wooden stick, but heard a crisp female voice outside raising the volume to scold.

"Fuck! The blind bear even dares to break into the old lady's house! I'm fucking cum, and I know how to bring something to the door! ”