The sound of the wind outside the window kept blowing on the window beams, and the sound of snow falling on the trees came into the room.

After a long time, Zhou Jing still didn't feel sleepy, listening to the sound of breathing, she felt that he was not asleep next to her.

She had slept badly that night, and from time to time she remembered that she had been betrayed by her own people, and that she did not know how to return to the barracks tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, she fell asleep in a daze. She didn't know if he was asleep when she slept.

The next day she awoke when it was still dark, and when she woke up in the morning, she found that he had gone out of her place, and she was taken aback, and immediately sat up from her bed, and when she saw that the window was ajar, she got up from her bed and came to the window.

When he looked out, he saw no one in the courtyard.

She was a little flustered, not knowing if it was what happened to him last night, or if he went out on his own early in the morning.

After climbing through the window, when she looked around again, there was still no trace of him in the courtyard.

She ran to the courtyard wall, climbed over the low courtyard wall, came to the village road, looked west, the village road was empty, there was no one, and then looked east, there was still no one.

"Brother Zheng! Brother Zheng! ”

She shouted loudly, running east on the village road as she shouted, and a feeling of extreme panic rose in her heart.

When she came to the avenue, she looked south, and there was no shadow of him, and when she went north, she still did not see his shadow.

"Brother Zheng, where are you ......?"

When she talked to herself like this, all kinds of bad associations came to her mind.

Just when she thought he had suffered an accident, she suddenly heard a voice not far behind her:

"Sister Jing......"

It's his voice!

She looked back and saw that he was standing not far behind him, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, which was a little worn out and rough in workmanship.

She ran towards him, and when she got to the edge she looked up and asked him, "Where did you just go?" ”

"Looking for something to eat."

"Did you find it?"

"Hmm."

She looked into the basket and saw a few sweet potatoes.

"Where did it come from?"

"I found it in the fields to the west."

"I thought ......" She couldn't help her emotions when she said this, and tears glistened in her eyes.

She tried her best not to let it fall.

"Why?"

"Thought I'd never see you again......"

He changed the subject, handed her the bamboo basket, and said, "This is for you, I am responsible for finding it, and you are responsible for burning it." ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked west.

"Okay." She took the basket from him and walked side by side with him.

In her life, she had never cooked a meal by herself.

However, she thinks that boiling sweet potatoes should be okay for her, and it is nothing more than washing the sweet potatoes, putting water and sweet potatoes, and then burning them with firewood.

After the two climbed over the courtyard wall, he stood idly in the courtyard while she went into the room to cook sweet potatoes.

When she arrived at the house, she found that there was no water in it, and then she carried the wooden bucket to the well in the courtyard near the east wall, where there was also a special wooden bucket for drawing water, and the barrel was tied to the ring with a rope.

She put the bucket she had brought from the house by the well, and then she put the bucket that had come to draw water in the well and began to draw water.

Since she hadn't drawn water for a long time, and she hadn't been able to draw the well water into the wooden bucket, she looked at him and saw him wandering by a tree in the courtyard, so she said softly, "Brother Zheng, do you know how to draw water?" ”

As she finished speaking, he walked over.

She handed him the barrel and rope, and he took it, placed it in the well, easily filled it with water, and lifted it up.

Throughout the process, his movements are skilful and sharp.

She asked suspiciously, "Brother Zheng, how do you know how to draw water?" ”

As far as she knew, although Uncle Zheng was later demoted, he still had subordinates in the family, so he didn't need to draw water by himself.

He replied, "When I was fifteen years old, I learned how to survive in the wild. ”

She was even more puzzled and asked, "But why did you learn the skills to survive in the wild?" ”

"Just in case." He said.

She suddenly realized and said, "It's good to learn this, so as not to encounter the situation that you are alone in the wild one day." ”

He didn't reply, just handed her the barrel.

"Brother Zheng, you go first, and you will have to draw water twice later."

Because the owner of the house had been gone for a while, the barrel that had been taken out of the room had fallen some dust and needed to be cleaned, and the barrel used to draw water was also a little dirty, and had to be washed.

He stood behind her and waited for her to wash the barrel.

If she looked back at this time, she could see that he was staring at her back, with a somewhat complicated expression.

However, she did not look back, but kept washing the barrel intently.

After washing the wooden bucket used to draw water, she said, "This one is washed, you can help me draw it again." ”

He took the bucket from her hand and drew another bucket of water.

The second bucket of water she used to wash the barrel in the room.

After washing the barrel in the room, she put it on the edge of the well and said, "Draw it again." ”

He then drew up a third bucket of water.

This third bucket of water is used to wash sweet potatoes.

After washing the sweet potatoes, she asked him to bring up a fourth bucket to cook the sweet potatoes.

She poured the fourth bucket of water he had drawn into the barrel she had brought from the house, and then carried the bucket into the room to cook sweet potatoes.

After pouring water into the pot and putting the sweet potatoes, she saw the flint on the stove in the room, so she took the flint, put a few wooden sticks in the stove, and then began to use the flint to make a fire.

So she shouted outside, "Brother Zheng, will you make a fire?" ”

A moment later, he came over, and she quickly stood aside and gave him the place on the stove.

After he squatted down, he looked at the stove under the pot and said to her, "You can't make a fire if you put a stick directly." ”

"So what's going to put it?"

"Flammable leaves and stuff." As he spoke, he grabbed the leaves behind him and lit them with flint, and only after the leaves were on fire did he place the firewood on top of the burning leaves.

"Brother Zheng, do you think I'm particularly useless?" She said embarrassedly.

"Nope." He said in a deep voice.

"But I'm useless."

He didn't answer, just got up and walked out.

She's used to his coldness. So sometimes when he suddenly didn't reply to her and left, she didn't take it very seriously.

Because deep down she stubbornly believed that he was pretending to be cold to her.

After boiling for a while, the water boiled, and she boiled it again for a while, and when she felt that the sweet potato was almost soft, she took the sweet potato out and put it on a washed plate, and waited for it to cool before eating.

After feeling that the temperature of the sweet potatoes was almost up, she took the plate with the sweet potatoes, walked out, and said to him when she arrived in front of him, "Brother Zheng, the sweet potatoes are ready to eat." ”

She hadn't eaten since noon yesterday, and she was hungry now.

She believed he was too.

When he picked up the sweet potato and took a bite, she asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Okay."

She took a bite and said, "I think it's delicious." ”

It was the first time she had cooked for her and him, and she felt it meant a lot.

Therefore, when I eat sweet potatoes, I feel that there is a different taste from the sweet potatoes I used to eat.