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Is Wang Yang dreaming? Obviously not, whether it was the pain in his legs, or the coldness in his neck, or the cold air that irritated his nose, they all told him seriously that it was true.

It's snowing, it's really snowing again.

If life is like a play, then a play is not life.

If you want to live a wonderful life, you must weave a wonderful plot.

For example, some screenwriters write a drama about the emotional entanglement between men and women, and they may arrange the plot of the junior to show the emotional entanglement.

Some screenwriters will write a pair of childhood sweethearts, the relationship between the two is very good, they have been dating for a long time, and when it comes to talking about marriage, the parents of both sides meet and are over.

It turned out that the female number one was the younger sister of the male number one, and the father of the male number one and the mother of the female number one had a daughter, and later for some reason, the two divorced.

The father of the male number one left and ignored the two mothers.

It wasn't recognized until then.

Male No. 1 and Female No. 1 broke up sadly, and each dealt with several objects, but they couldn't give their whole hearts to each other, and finally they were depressed, and they could only think of that sad past one night.

A few years later, the male number one and the female number one became leftover men and women, and the father of the male number one couldn't look down on his son and was depressed, and suddenly told his son that the female number one might not be his daughter.

Then he told his sad past, saying that he noticed that the mother of the female number one had signs of empathy, so he divorced angrily, and later met and was ashamed to say that he was cuckolded, so he couldn't help but say it.

The male number one immediately quietly went to do a paternity test, and sure enough, he found that it was not his father's daughter. I and the female number one are not brothers and sisters, so we can be together.

Excited, I want to tell the female number one as soon as possible. As a result, I got into a car accident and lost my memory. In the end, the female number one accompanied him day and night and helped him recover his memory.

Well, the ending is naturally good.

Wang Yang stood on the white snow where the snowflakes fell, and the cold wind gently blew his hair and fluttered with the wind.

The scene is poignant, but he is messy in the wind.

On closer inspection, his face turned blue.

If someone tells him this story at this time and tells him that life should be exciting, he will definitely jump up and scold: "Then you can try it!" You've watched too many Korean dramas?! ”

He didn't mean to be disrespectful to Korean dramas. He just doesn't want to be as depressed as the protagonist in it.

But the reality is that he was so depressed that he was going crazy.

When the season gets warmer, it's not uncommon for it to get cold and snow, but it's not uncommon.

To put it simply, the farther north absorbs less heat and has a higher air density, while the south absorbs more heat and has less air density, plus some of this and that. And so it came about.

It's like a drop of ink, dripping into the ocean, and it will fade instantly.

However, what Wang Yang faced was not a drop of ink, but a river of ink. The ink that swears to dye the sea black.

"Huhu~"

The wind suddenly intensified, and the snowflakes fell faster and more violently. The cold hit Wang Yang's face, and it was so cold that it was biting.

He stood in the clearing for a few moments. I returned to the cave with an ugly face.

The food has been almost eaten. It is necessary to get a comparable amount of food every day.

But this sudden heavy snowfall is very likely...... It's not very likely, but it's bound to disturb the nearby ecology.

No creature can prepare everything for another winter in such a short period of time.

They are supposed to have to replenish a lot of nutrients during this season to fill the gap in winter, especially for those hibernating animals, which is not good news.

Moreover, flowers and plants will also face great challenges.

Wang Yang sat by the campfire, watching the snow falling heavier and heavier outside, and his mood was very low.

Everyone also understood the current situation, and they came back very lonely to unload their equipment, the wind and snow were so big, it was almost impossible to go out to hunt.

Wang Yang couldn't sit still, walked to the back of the cave, looked at the few storages, took out a small piece of wood from the small leather bag in his arms, and gave it to the little guy on his shoulder.

The little one took it and nibbled on it.

"You don't understand where I'm now, do you? You're still happy. ”

Wang Yang boredly took the stone and threw it at a small black rock protruding a few meters away, and the small stone smashed accurately into that point.

He has practiced this skill for a long time, and he has not been unfamiliar until now, but he feels quite regretful, he has spent so much time, but he has practiced such a meaningless flower work, what is the use? Is it possible to still count on it for food?

He thought that he had to think of a way, he couldn't go on like this, who knew how many days this heavy snow would last?

How do you find food in the snow?

All the tools of hunting become very weak at this time.

The spear thrower is in the forest, because the distance is too close, it is not easy to use, and at this time, the wind and snow are so big, the catapult will inevitably be affected.

At the moment, the only thing that seems to have a slight effect is the barrel trap and the net, and it may be possible to gain some by ambushing them outside.

But even better, there are barrel traps, where one can set a trap and return to the cave without having to be blown by the wind and snow outside.

"Hey, it's still best to use it."

He didn't say much, organized Xiaohong and other veterans, and came outside with a barrel.

Outside, it can be described as a severe cold torture, the wind and snow are like knives scraping on the body, and the place where it is blown is quickly numb, and it feels like the flesh is being cut off little by little, as if it has been subjected to Ling Chi.

Xiaohong and the others lowered their heads, did not speak, and did not dare to speak, as soon as they opened their mouths, the wind knife blew into their throats, which was unbearable.

Soon, the group came to the first ambush point, and one of them voluntarily broke away from the group, dug up a small piece of snow on the ground, and set a trap.

After he set it up, he wanted to catch up, but Wang Yang turned his head, waved at him, and asked him to go back.

Then turn your head and continue to squint your eyes as you move forward.

After a while, another man broke away from the group.

Wang Yang hardly knew when they left or where they were going to ambush, he hadn't been involved in hunting for a long time, and he didn't know where the animals gathered today.

The benefits of bringing these veterans with them are obvious, they follow the experience and set a trap somewhere, with a higher success rate.

When they arrived at the position of Fruit Tree One, there were only four people left, including Xiaohong, Wang Yang, and two other adults.

When they moved forward a little further, only Wang Yang and Xiaohong were left, and they came to the territory of the Bladetooth Tiger and walked left and right.

Xiaohong went to the right, and Wang Yang went to the left.

Xiaohong ignored it, and Wang Yang went to the foot of the mountain and arrived in front of the dozen or so fruit trees.

It's not been a day or two that there are civet cats in this area, Wang Yang has robbed fruit trees with them before, and now he comes here again, not for the dozen or so fruit trees whose life and death are unknown, but for them. (To be continued......)