By the time we returned to camp, the sun had already peeked out half of its face in Asia.

It snowed all night, until the sun lit everything up, and everything in sight, including the tent floor, was covered with white snow, and the first to rise was the trumpeter, who blew a rhythmic trumpet to wake up all the soldiers who were still sleeping. They were followed by the blacksmiths, who got up early to burn the fire and smelt, and cast weapons for the legions, but they were only pike darts and the like, after all, among all the weapons, the pike darts were consumed the fastest.

I shuddered back to my tent with the fur blanket that was a little stiff. Sit down on the bed, take out the cloth bag from his waist, and look at the shriveled cloth bag and can't help but smile bitterly. Thinking that he had finally scavenged a lot of dead man's money, it was okay now, and before he could get it hot in his arms, he had already spent most of it, and he poked out all the Oren gold coins from his pocket, put them in his hand, and counted them carefully.

"Eight, eight left."

Weighing the eight Oren gold coins left in my hand, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. After all, twelve hours ago, I had more than so many Oron in my hand, and I didn't think much about it, and I put the eight Oron gold coins in my pocket and turned out of the camp.

Outside the camp, the soldiers who came out to train had already cleared a clearing in the snow, and in terms of exercise, they were doing push-ups or something, or running in a heap. I saw Andrew, who was sitting in front of a protruding stone outside the tent, with a piece of parchment in his hand, and his arm trembling in his hand, probably because it was too cold.

I tightened the fur blanket on my body again, walked up quickly, and came to Andrew's face, just such a small movement, I didn't expect Andrew, who had always been alert, to notice it at all.

"What's wrong, Andrew?"

I called to him softly, but who would have thought that Andrew still didn't move, two pairs of eyes stared at the parchment, as if there was a soul-sucking magic weapon in the parchment, and I was no longer calling for Andrew, but a soulless body.

"Andrew!"

I wasn't superstitious about that nihilistic weapon, so I reached out and patted Andrew on the shoulder.

"Oh! Who is it! ”

The few blows obviously hurt Andrew, and he exhaled in pain and looked up angrily.

"Oh, Luga?"

It wasn't until he recognized me that most of the color on his face dissipated, replaced by a face full of doubt, and he asked me, "Why don't you warm up on such a cold day, why are you running to me?" So saying, he turned back and read the parchment intently.

Hey, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I didn't even know this guy knew a few words until Andrew looked at the parchment. I crept up behind him and peeked to see what was written on his parchment.

"Oh, it's all fleshy love words, it turns out that the hero is still sad to pass the beauty pass!" I may have been overjoyed, and accidentally laughed behind Andrew, and Andrew turned his head suddenly, and his big eyes that had been teary were now filled with anger, and I was so frightened that I retreated again and again, thinking about how to apologize to this guy. Unexpectedly, Andrew just glared at me and turned back to say nothing, continuing to hold the parchment in his hand without saying a word.

"What are you?"

As soon as I said this, I regretted it, I slapped myself again and again in my heart, I shouldn't have peeked at his parchment, and now I asked such a mouthful, I had to pray that God could suck away Andrew's anger at this time.

"Faith!"

Without looking back, Andrew left me with a word.

It seems that Andrew is reluctant to talk to me at this time, and I don't want to be so boring, I don't even dare to say hello, I tightened the fur blanket on my body again, turned around and prepared to go back, thinking about buying some thick clothes to wear.

"Hey, Luga, you wait!"

But at the moment when I turned around and was about to leave, Andrew's voice sounded from behind me, no! I thought to myself, won't Andrew's reaction arc be too long, and he plans to settle accounts with me at this time?

Feeling anxious, I looked back and saw Andrew with the parchment in his hand, looking at me with his legs spread apart, and when he saw me looking back, he asked me, "Can you write letters?" ”

"What?"

"Write a letter! It's that kind of ......" Andrew looked really embarrassed to say it, his hand waved in front of me for a long time and couldn't say a word, to be honest, it was the first time I had seen such a reserved European.

"Oh, it's anyway, you know it anyway!" As he spoke, Andrew was speechless, and his face turned red.

"My God, I'm not mistaken, Andrew, you can be shy too?" Seeing his embarrassed appearance, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, but even if he didn't express it clearly, I could guess from the parchment letter. It must have been the Quinta that Andrew had said, the woman who haunted Andrew's dreams of writing to him, but I don't know how Andrew was so displaced, and how Quinta found the messenger. Since we were able to deliver the letter, it was a lot of work.

I sat down next to Andrew in a fur blanket and asked him bluntly, "Say, how do you want to write?" ”

"Uh-huh, hey, Luga, you're, uh-huh..." This guy didn't know what to say, he really didn't expect what kind of charm this Quinta had, and this rough guy who seduced him was so shy. He put his chin on his hand as if he was thinking hard, and then said, "Hey, Luga, if it's Tenaija, or maybe Anai wrote this letter to you. Andrew spread out the parchment to me, I had already read the contents, so I didn't look much at the parchment he had spread out for me, Andrew continued: "It's to talk about the pain of lovesickness, do you have any good ideas?" ”

I was thinking hard in my head, to be honest, I really wasn't good at writing love letters, even if I had all the words in my head, but I didn't understand the tastes of people nowadays, otherwise, I would do it...... I then pointed to the parchment and said to Andrew, "I can't write about it, but we have literate people!" ”

"Cultural people?" Andrew rolled his eyes to the sky, thought hard for a while, and said slowly, "You mean, Fermio, the guy who peed his pants?" ”