Night is coming again. The evening breeze blew from the maple forest, and the bottles and cans in the forest were noisy.

Standing at the hatch when he returned to the bunker, Qi Ji looked at the blood mark and was stunned for a moment, obviously frightened. Qi Yu decided to scrape off the blood mark on the hatch the next day, so as not to scare his son.

Qi Yu took the little guy to the sugar cabin to light the fire, and the two of them sat by the fire and began to rest. The baby hot pot was not brought out when the two escaped, and the little guy wanted to see what the old man was coaxing him with. Thinking of this, the little one was a little unhappy, and did not want to see his father picking up the legs of the deer, so he packed up his hunting luggage.

It's just that when he was tidying up, he saw Qi Yu raising the chopsticks in his hand to him, and there was an extra jar and a full set of tools for eating venison pots next to the fire.

The one used as a venison pot is a dry food jar, and the outside, including the coating, has long been carefully scraped off by Qi Yu, so there will be no strange smell when cooking soup. An arrow shaft broken into four pieces is chopsticks. The lid of the dry food jar, in turn, is a ready-made dipping dish. The salt in the dipping dish was a surprise, and the two packets of salt that the father and son had been in during their picnic at the Scout camp have been in the bag until now.

Everything needed for the venison pot appeared in front of Qi Ji's eyes. The bottom of the boiling water on the charcoal fire, the jars of sliced fresh venison, and the fine white seasoned salt, are like dreams.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner in front of him, which seemed simple but actually contained a sincere piece of his father, the little guy's tears were about to come out.

"Eat! Eat! We'll have to get venison later. I've eaten and gone to bed early, and I'm going to get ready tomorrow, and I'm going back to find you, Uncle Mark. Qi Yu waved his chopsticks and scalded the venison slices, and kept clamping them for the little guy. Although the fresh and tender venison is only rolled in white water and dipped in a little salt, it is extremely delicious, and with the warm fire and soup, the father and son eat very comfortably.

The two of them finished solving a deer's leg, and stretched their legs extremely straight and sat back. Qi Yu dragged the little guy up and walked around a few times to eat. When the two walked to the observation window, they noticed that it was snowing outside. Snowflakes drifted down from the glimmering night sky, and the sky and the earth were mush.

The two looked at each other in front of the window. As soon as Qi Yu said that he would go to find Mark, whose life and death were uncertain, the sudden heavy snow disrupted the plan. And this unexpected snowfall made the lives of the two have to be replanned.

The house was well stocked. The firewood used to boil the sugar can last for a month. The boiled maple syrup and dry food were minimally enough for two people to eat for a month, and there was venison now. The only thing to consider is the water source. Qi Yu pondered for a while, went to the fire, took the burning firewood, and entered the water room. There is no significant change in the flow of water for the time being, the snow is still falling, and the coldest hour has not yet arrived.

When he came back from the water room, Qi Yu found that the little guy had fallen asleep in the sleeping bag, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was still a child with a big heart. Taking off the clothes that had been hardened by the blood cement ash after the hunt, Qi Yu took advantage of the abundant water to wash the clothes, and then took a bath by the way, if it weren't for the change of plans, Qi Yu felt that this would be a perfect night.

When I woke up the next day, the snow outside had subsided but it had not stopped, and the stream was still flowing in the water room, and it seemed that there was no problem with the water source for the time being.

Qi Yu is ready to pack up the deer legs before setting off, the little guy is alone, it's right to prepare more food.

The bloody deer's legs lay across the floor of the water house, hard. There was no condition to marinate and dry it for the time being, so Qi Yu simply roasted all the deer legs, and let the little guy eat the deer legs first.

The knife cuts out the lines on the deer's legs, and the blade cuts about a centimeter deep along the fibers of the meat. Qi Yu carefully applied the salt left and right, and slowly rubbed it to knead out the unwashed blood. After concoction, Qi Yu used a branch to set the deer leg on the stove and roast it.

The white ashes on the charcoal swam with the rising heat, and the fat of the venison dripped into the furnace from time to time, and bursts of green smoke rose from the smoke. The strange aroma of barbecue and the smell of burning grease filled the entire cabin.

After finishing all this, Qi Yu nested down, sat by the fire and soaked a piece of dry food with hot water for breakfast. This dry food smells like that, it tastes salty and sweet, but Qi Yu doesn't want to gnaw on his teeth, there are no toothbrushes and dental floss in the fortress, so he can only pay more attention to rinsing his mouth.

After eating breakfast, Qi Yu took the pot of warm water, looked at the light of the window, and tidied up his unkempt hair against the water, and his beard was not trimmed, because it was warm. The unkempt and tangled hair had to be dragged until the scalp hurt before it could be slowly cut off with a knife, but fortunately, Qi Yu looked a lot more energetic after cutting it short. Qi Yu was very satisfied, his hair and beard had to be the same, so that he felt alive.

"Still handsome, old man." Qi Ji didn't know when he got up, and the little guy came up to him and teased in his mouth.

Qi Yu didn't answer, wiped his head and face indiscriminately, found a place to sit down, and pulled his son over.

"I'm going to go out." The two sat opposite each other, Qi Yu looked at Qi Ji with both eyes, and spit out a sentence for a long time.

The little guy didn't look at him, he lowered his head and looked at the ground: "You go out, what should I do." ”

"It's so dark here, I'm scared alone."

"It's okay to go out again when the snow stops. The snow stopped, and we went together. ”

was full of guilt, but Qi Yu had to respond: "I'm afraid that the snow will fall for a long time, and it will be a long time before I don't go out." ”

"Aren't you worried about your Uncle Mark?"

"Dad, I don't want to be separated from you." After the little guy finished speaking, he pursed his lips and raised his head to look at the old man stubbornly.

Qi Yu didn't dare to look at him, dragging a branch and drawing in circles on the ground, slowly saying his thoughts in his mouth.

"It's safe here. Food, water, and heating are not a problem. I guess I'll be back in a few days, for a week, whether I can find Mark or not. ”

"I'm not just going out to find you, Uncle Mark."

"The winter here is supposed to be very long, and it won't warm up until April or May next year, and now the situation is not good, and I don't know if there will be any changes. By then it will be too late. ”

"I don't know if I can collect the maple candy anymore, and if there are any other deer around, I want to find out."

"There's a few other stuff that you have to find Uncle Mark to do with you, you know?" Qi Yu raised his head when he said this, and the confusion in his eyes could not be shown to the child.

Wait for Qi Yu to calm down and then look at the little guy, it seems that the two of them are much better.

"You have one more important task to do." Qi Yu was also much more relaxed. The little guy looked at Qi Yu puzzled.

Qi Yu stretched out his arms, grabbed his son's immature shoulders and patted him.

"Before I come back, you need to have more arrows ready."

"Your arrows were very good yesterday, and your Uncle Mark must be very fond of hunting."

"You do a little more, and when your Uncle Mark comes back, this is the best gift for him."

The little one looked at his father's expectant gaze and lowered his head.

After Qi Yu finished explaining, seeing that the little guy's mind had also shifted, he took him for a walk in the bunker and told him some details.

"After I'm gone, don't open anything but this window that is open now." Qi Yu closed the rest of the windows and closed the lids.

After fixing the window, Qi Yu went to the sugar room and picked out a few wooden sticks in the firewood pile, and took the little guy to the corridor.

Walking to the position of the hatch, Qi Yu put down the wooden stick, turned his head and picked up two guard canned food boxes and tied them with ropes, and handed them to his son.

"When I go out, I cover the outside with snow so I can't see it. This stick, you stick it into the latch and strengthen it a little more. There are also these two jars, remember to tie them to the latch, and the jars for guarding and those broken glass, and put them here later. You don't have to come here until I get back. ”

The last stop of the two fathers and sons on their tour was in the water room.

Qi Yu put more than half of the dry food and his sleeping bag in, and grabbed his son's shoulder tightly.

"These days, you eat the meat from the kitchen first, and then eat the dry food when you're done."

"You remember to continue the fire, don't burn so big, it's better to only burn it at night."

"No matter day or night, as long as you hear any movement, come to the water room as soon as possible."

"Don't be curious, don't think why, just come here, close the door, and no one will open it except me."

Speaking of this, Qi Yu hugged his son tightly and left his final advice.

"Wait until I get back."