It's really a cloud, a sky.

More than 100 miles ago, under the raging storm and thunder, thunder and lightning were combined, and God seemed to leak a hole.

At that time, the descent was a journey in the wind and rain.

When you're in the mountains, it's even colder and damper. People who are cold in the morning and at night are close to each other with body temperature to keep warm, the quilt is tightly covered, and the fire is piled up all day and night.

Song Fuling even used a water bladder as a hot water bottle, holding her hands from morning to night, warming her feet and hands and stomach.

One by one, they didn't dare to squat more when they went to the toilet, not only because of the rain, but also because the little cool breeze blew gently with the raindrops, and a layer of goosebumps floated on the cold fart.

Two-word summary: damp, cold.

But a hundred and ten miles away, at this time, God is hot and scary.

There was no wind, breathing was not smooth, and there was a heat wave in front of you.

There were already many groups of refugees, sitting on the side of the road, resting as if they were out of breath.

They didn't want to say a word, they hung their heads and lay down, even if they were in the way of the people behind them, they were unwilling to get up, and they were so hot that they were bored.

It was in such a weather where there was no wind and the sun was scorching the earth, and I only saw a group of people walking not far away.

The nostrils of the mule and ox pulling the cart widened and snorted hot air. You can tell from the faces of the animals that they are hot and want to lose their temper.

The straw mat on the trolley covering the luggage is about to turn into an electric blanket at this point.

The strong men pushed the handles of the carts, touched the wood, the wood was hot, the palms of their hands were hot and sweaty, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads kept falling like rain.

Everyone who walked beside the mule cart was completely wet and his clothes were sticking to his back. I can't wait to walk for five minutes and sweat for two hours.

And in the crowd at the head of this line, there is a man who is dressed differently from others, which is particularly eye-catching.

I just looked at the man's hair in a bag and head style, coiled to the top of his head. He wore straw sandals on his feet, and the gown on his body was open, hanging on his body, revealing his uncovered chest. Below are the big shorts that go to the top of the knee. He also had a four or five-year-old child in his arms, and the child was leaning on his shoulder with his head bowed.

As far as Song Fusheng's appearance is concerned, to be honest, don't look at the weather that is already hot like this, don't look at everyone as refugees fleeing the famine, but in the eyes of the ancients, it is also true and unorthodox.

Because in modern times, it is nothing to go out bare-chested in big shorts, at most this person is not particular.

But in ancient times, there was no such habit in this place, no one was like this.

Even the more people with status, the more tightly they cover no matter what the weather.

You see the ministers and wealthy businessmen in the last court, they are all inner and outer covers, and they have to be face-saving to die of heat, and they pay attention to breathable yarn or satin on the fabric.

Therefore, as far as Song Fusheng is dressed, what effect is it equivalent to, it is equivalent to in modern times, when suddenly a person goes out and runs naked all over the street. In the eyes of the ancients, wearing big shorts to expose your legs and chest has reached such a critical level.

Song Fusheng has a memory, and he understands it.

But he thought about it, whatever it was, it would be hot to death, and if he continued to roast like this, the difference between him and roasted meat would be just a pinch of cumin.

Not only did he walk in big shorts, but he also made more eye-catching movements.

Song Fusheng glanced back at the team and waved his hand at Song Ling: "If you can't walk, come, hold your father's arm, and your father will drag you away." ”

How could the ancients have a father who was so close to his teenage daughter, Tian Xifa is enough to love peach blossoms, and he doesn't talk to his daughter much on weekdays, let alone carrying it, and it's not that his leg is broken.

And when it came to Song Fusheng, he almost hugged his eldest daughter on his back.

Song Fuling didn't have that consciousness, her father immediately stepped forward and grabbed Song Fusheng with her arm.

Originally, Song Fuling could still rub her face from time to time today, but her mother came to her aunt.

That's right, on such a hot day, the eldest aunt has to sweat in her pants pocket, so that the old lady almost cried immediately when she found out that the eldest aunt was coming, which was too unlucky.

It was she who persuaded her, Song Fuling persuaded her mother to replace her, and from time to time she went into the car to sit, no matter who rolled her eyes, and don't quarrel with the milk scolding, it is not better to get affordable and cheap, in short, you can't go so violently.

Second, persuade my mother not to save it, but don't use the rag strips given by my aunt, just sanitary napkins, what to do with that thing, don't save it for her to use in the future, this is a hurry, it's a big deal to settle down, and then they use grass and wood ash rags.

Can a living person suffocate urine? Everyone else can use it, and she will be able to use strips of cloth in the future.

In Song Fuling's opinion, she is happy enough now, and her parents are in pain, so she is a little refugee who has escaped the famine, and she can still be squeamish occasionally.

You don't have to endure hardships and stand hard work as soon as you cross over like other orphan girls, and fight for your own rights and interests. If she crossed over alone, even the ancient father and mother would be a good person, but for her to be a stranger, she would be embarrassed to be squeamish with people, she would be miserable and miserable.

Song Fusheng grabbed his daughter's arm tightly with a squeaky nest and walked forward.

Holding Qian Mishou tightly with one hand, this kid was about to die of heat on his body, and he was hot, and the breath he exhaled was all a wave of heat.

Song Fusheng used his other hand to hold an alcohol cotton and kept wiping Qian Mishou's forehead, armpits, leg sockets, and the back of his neck, and he couldn't be idle when he walked with his head down. When the alcohol cotton dried, he dipped it in white wine.

I tried the child's forehead again with my mouth, and I was very worried.

Children can't just take adults' cold and fever medicines, and they can't be fed blindly, and there are some ingredients in the medicine that children can't take indiscriminately. Peiying said that it is easy to affect the function of the liver and kidneys, and the amount is not well controlled.

Especially before leaving, he took a very strong cold medicine from the space, saying that if Mi Shou didn't burn to more than 38 degrees, don't feed it indiscriminately, try to cool down physically, and the weather is hot.

The daughter-in-law asked him to hurry up and find a place to rest, rest and drill in the space to find a thermometer, find ibuprofen granules, and make half a pack, the medicine is a little stronger.

Song Fusheng turned Qian Mishou upside down: "If you insist on persevering and find a place with water, let's stop and rest, and my uncle will feed Mishou medicine, oh?" ”

Qian Mishou tapped his little head melon twice, and after clicking, he tightly wrapped his two little arms around Song Fusheng's neck, and his eyes were red.

Before, Grandma Song heard that he had a cold, and asked her uncle not to hug him, saying that he was suffering from a fatal illness. My uncle immediately said that we were on fire for any fatal illness.

In ancient times, it was contagious, and there was no doctor on the road, so it was not a fatal disease.

Everyone said again, let him throw him on the trolley to lie down, my uncle didn't do it, and said that who would wipe cotton on the trolley to cool us down, and the convoy couldn't stop, just hold it, and wipe it while walking.

hugged all the way, hugged him hot, uncle's clothes were open, and his face was gone.

"Uncle." Qian Mishou rubbed Song Fusheng's face with his little face.

Song Fusheng patted him on the back: "Lightly strangle my neck, it's going to heat me to death." ”

"You are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to say the word dead!"

"I'm talking nonsense, mantra, you're crying fart."

Song Fuling followed on the side, and saw Qian Mishou silently shedding tears, her face was full of dependence, and she wanted to confess when she wanted to speak, but her father was puzzled and told her brother to shut up happily.

Tian Xifa ran over with the first few boys of the high-speed railway, and they had not walked with the team before, looking for water sources on the trail in the distance. After finding a water source, everyone rested, and in the past few hours, they have not seen any water on the roadside, and some people have long been unable to drip from their water bladders, and cows and mules have no water to drink.

"Third brother, third brother has found it."

Hello my mother, I finally found it.

Song Fusheng handed Qian Mishou to Sizhuang, "Hug him." ”

Qian Mishou was very uneasy and struggling: "Uncle, I don't want it, I want you to hug it." ”

"Alas! I'll be back in a moment, why is this kid grinding his teeth like this! Song Fusheng reprimanded.

Then he took a daughter-in-law in one hand and a daughter-in-law in the other, and under the strange gaze of the big guy, he carried a broken straw mat and ran away.

Mrs. Ma rolled her eyes angrily, she had never seen a man treat a woman and a child like this, and she didn't want to be embarrassed, but she didn't bother to say that she was thirsty and hot.

Song Fusheng What are they doing in a hurry, saying that they are going to the toilet, but in fact they are using a mat to surround a small place, he is lying there, his eyes rolled, Song Fuling and Qian Peiying knew that this was drilling in the space. It's so lucky, it's so blessed, you can get in if you say it's in.

"Your father, can he have a snack and bring out two ice creams for the two of us?"

"Mother, you're here for your aunt, you can't eat it."

Qian Peiying sat on the ground: "When I came to my ancestor, I also wanted to eat a popsicle, I was going to die of heat." At this time, if my grandmother and I can fall into the water at the same time, I will definitely shout, save your mother, save your mother, leave me alone, I am so cool and cool in the water. ”

Song Fuling snorted and laughed heartlessly, and her sunburned face smiled like a fool.