"Zhihe! Zhihe!" There was a shout from the tent, and Wei Zhihe, who was packing up his horses, hurriedly put down his work and rushed into the tent.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"Five aunts, five aunts......" Before Changhe Niang finished speaking, tears fell down.

"What's wrong with the fifth aunt?" Wei Zhihe saw a group of people around the corner of the tent, rushed up and picked them up, and saw the fifth aunt lying there motionless.

"Five aunts, five aunts!" Wei Zhihe called softly to the old man lying on the ground, his tentacles cold. This old man, who has suffered all her life, walked her worst road in this simple tent.

Wei Zhihe's heart was very sad, he thought of the corn tortillas that the fifth aunt made for himself, thought of the happy smiling face of the fifth aunt, and thought of the old man's question dozens of times along the way, Zhihe, have we arrived?

In the end, she still couldn't leave the place where she had lived all her life, and maybe she didn't want to leave it in her heart.

There was a sound of sobbing everywhere in the tent, but Wei Changhe himself couldn't shed a single tear, gently put the quilt on the fifth aunt's head, and turned around. Wei Changhe walked outside the tent, the sky was overcast as if it was about to fall, and it was difficult to breathe. He knew in his heart that there might be deaths along the way, and maybe no one would survive. The wind and snow kept washing Wei Zhihe, as if laughing at him.

After a long time, the third uncle walked behind Wei Zhihe, "Zhihe, we buried the fifth aunt under a big tree, made a mark, and when we come back, we will move the old man back." ”

"Well, are you all ready?" Wei Zhihe's tone was surprisingly calm.

"It's all set. Zhihe, don't hold back if you have something in your heart, cry out, it may be better to cry. ”

Wei Zhihe didn't speak, took out a cigarette pouch from his pocket, rolled a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out a match, his hand kept shaking, and he didn't light a few strokes in a row. I had to take the cigarette out of my mouth again and wipe the ice slag off my face.

took out the small book with the names of thirty-seven people, and Wei Zhihe crossed the names of the five aunts with a pen.

"Let's go."

The snow was a few points thicker than yesterday, and Wei Zhihe led the horse to the front of the team, taking a firm step towards the front.

Maybe it was the first day that someone died, and the whole team was lifeless, and even the naughtiest child was nestled in his mother's arms. Only the heavy breathing of the horses and the crunch of stepping on the snow, even the usually cheerful hound followed behind their masters honestly.

Today was more lucky, no longer sleeping in the snow like last night, and the explorers came to say that they had found a cave in front of them, in the leeward place, and it was safe.

The good news lifted everyone's spirits, and even the horses felt the eagerness of their master, and their steps were a little faster.

As we were about to reach the cave, there was a roar accompanied by the sound of the wind.

Wei Zhihe motioned for the team to stop and listened carefully to this abrupt voice. Secretly said that it was not good, and quickly let everyone dismount and form a circle, let the horses follow them in a circle, and the old men, women and children were surrounded in the middle, and the men with shotguns stood on the outermost part with loaded bullets.

"Roaring ——!" This roar is even clearer.

"Oh no, I'm in trouble." Wei Zhihe held the gun and stared at the front carefully. The horses behind him also sensed the danger, and the restless restlessness and the cries of the children followed. Wei Zhihe motioned for a few people to pacify the horses, and continued to stare ahead.

A spotted leopard's head peeks out from the edge of a branch. It's been eight days, and this leopard has only eaten two birds that have froze to death in the past eight days, and now it finally sees food, and it's still so much.

Although the men under the trees had shotguns in their hands, and the swarthy muzzles were enough to stop it before, now, nothing could stop it. There is a saying that all living things are equal before life.

The leopard watched from the tree, prostrate and bowed, ready to attack at the slightest opportunity.

Wei Zhihe stared at the front tightly, the heavy snow had buried everything here, but there would still be some hungry beasts rushing out, and they would be more terrifying than the beasts they usually encountered. Wei Zhihe felt his palms sweating.

"Ah——!h A scream nearly snapped everyone's nerves, and a leopard bit half of a young hunter's head in its mouth. The scream came from his only remaining mouth.

"Bang bang bang" no one showed mercy at this time, and the last thing in the leopard's eyes was half a snow-drenched head, frightened eyes, and several cold muzzles.

"Doudou, Doudou." The young hunter who had half of his head bitten off was Uncle Li's son, nicknamed Doudou. Uncle Li threw away the shotgun in his hand and hugged his son, who only had half of his head left.

The bloody wound made everyone shocked and dared not look at it. The bones of Bai Sensen exposed in the wind and snow, an eyeball hanging outside, where the leopard had bitten, you can see the blood slowly forming ice, through the blood hole, you can clearly see the Adam's apple wriggling.

"Daddy, Daddy." Doudou's hand tightly grasped Uncle Li's arm.

"I'm here, kid, Daddy is here." Uncle Li tried to glue the piece of flesh on his child's face with his hands, but it was always in vain, and his hands and clothes were covered with his own child's blood.

"Dad, I'm cold."

"Don't be afraid, ah, don't be afraid, Dad is here, we're not cold, Dad is holding you, we're not cold." Uncle Li's face was covered with frozen tears, and he hurriedly took off his padded jacket, wrapped it around Doudou's body, and tightly pressed Doudou to his chest. "Doudou, we're not cold, Daddy is here, Daddy is here."

If the death of the fifth aunt made the whole team sad, then the death of Doudou made the whole team feel fear, a fear that could not be concealed.

The procession was still moving forward, and the already silent procession was even more silent, and the raging wind was even more rampant, persuading people to go back.

Uncle Li just hugged Doudou and followed step by step, his hair was scattered, his body was covered with blood, and his mouth kept reading, "Doudou, Dad is here, we are not cold." ”

Wei Zhihe silently arranged everything, and the leopard, which was beaten and riddled with holes, was also dragged back.

I took out the notebook and drew a mark on the name of Doudou.

This is the second one, in two days, there are only thirty-five of the thirty-seven people left, and everyone is worried about whether the next one will be themselves.

(Ask for collection, ask for collection.) The kitten writes a book for the first time, and if you have any problems, you can write them down in the book review area, and the kitten will correct them one by one. ）