Tan Jiaren was woken up coldly.

For so many years, this may be the only morning that Tan Jiaren doesn't want to stay in bed.

She opened her eyes and looked around, the ancient trees around her were towering, thorny, overgrown with weeds, the withered leaves were piled up layer after layer on the ground, the withered yellow grass looked extremely decadent in the early morning light, and Tan Jiaren could still see a thin layer of white snow covered on the withered grass.

Tan Jiaren hadn't seen snow for many years, and when she saw it, she was very surprised.

She moved her arm to push the man next to her, "Hey, look, there's snow here." ”

Didn't get a response.

Tan Jiaren ignored the thin snow on the ground for the time being, and turned her head to look at him.

The owl's mask was crooked, revealing delicate thin lips and a perfect chin, and the skin was delicate and fair, and the thin lips had an indescribable pale and dry tone.

The mask on Tan Jiaren's face has long been unknown where it fell.

Looking at the mask on his face at this time, Tan Jia's curiosity in his heart couldn't be stopped.

Who will he be?

Tan Jiaren silently thought in her heart, he was the one who saved herself, and he was the only person by her side now, so she had to know what he looked like, right?

Otherwise, it's not good to repay the wrong person in the future, right?

The owl mask was taken off by Tan Jiaren, her fair skin was like frost, her sword eyebrows were thick, flying obliquely into her temples, her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were long and thick, like two small brushes. The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and delicate, and the face is delicate like a knife and an axe.

The owl mask in Tan Jiaren's hand fell to the ground, she never thought that the person who saved her last night turned out to be Chai Shaoan.

Tan Jiaren's mood is not complicated.

What kind of person was the person she was trying to save her just now?

How could she repay him in order to thank him for his kindness?

But reality immediately gave her a loud big ear scraper.

Looking at Chai Shao'an, who didn't know whether he was sleeping or in a coma, Tan Jiaren probed his snort with mixed feelings.

No matter how fucked up the reality is, Tan Jiaren must admit that she was still happy from the bottom of her heart when Chai Shao'an's warm snort sprayed on her fingers.

However, Tan Jiaren soon found out that something was wrong.

After trying it under his nose with his fingers, Tan Jia realized that something was wrong.

Chai Shaoan's breath is a little too hot.

Tan Jiaren immediately reached out and touched Chai Shaoan's forehead, it was very hot.

In this place where the sky should not be called, the earth is not spiritual, the land is deserted, and not even a bird is seen, Chai Shaoan actually has a fever.

Tan Jiaren's frustration was only for a short while, she looked around, chose a relatively flat ground, and dragged Chai Shaoan over to lie down.

As soon as he lay down, Chai Shao'an frowned slightly and let out a painful moan.

Tan Jia's heart tightened, did she do something wrong?

In a panic, Chai Shaoan turned over, and his back was exposed in front of Tan Jiaren.

I saw that the clothes he was wearing were also tattered.

Exposed a piece, covered a piece, as if torn by the white bone claws of the Nine Yin, there were dried blood stains on it, some gravel, grass and thorns, his back was densely covered with all kinds of small wounds, all of which were no longer bleeding and coagulated, and the deepest was the wound in the middle of his back that was seven or eight inches long that he didn't know what was scraped out.

It was covered in dark red blood scabs.

Tan Jiaren looked at those wounds, feeling sad and a little guilty, they rolled down together, except for some small wounds that were rubbed out by thorns, she had no injuries all over her body, thinking that it was Chai Shaoan who protected her in his arms at that time. This person, his back is injured like this, and he didn't say anything, and he insisted on lying on the ground and holding her last night.

Didn't he know that the ground was cold enough to freeze to death at night in winter?

Tan Jiaren took off his clothes and covered Chai Shaoan's bare backpack.

She was only wearing two pieces of clothing on her body, and as soon as she took off her warm down jacket, Tan Jiaren shivered from the cold.

She quickly stood up and moved her muscles and bones, but her hands and feet were frozen in the low temperature.

Chai Shao'an's face turned a little redder, and his lips were a little more bloody, Tan Jiaren touched his hand, which had turned from cold to warm.

Tan Jiaren finally breathed a sigh of relief, touched Chai Shaoan's forehead, and still burned.

What to do?

Tan Jiaren looked around anxiously.

The winter morning sun is not warm or dazzling, and from a distance it looks like a large orange-red fireball.

As the sun rises, the snow on the withered yellow grass gradually begins to melt.

Tan Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief because she had found a few stones next to the roots of the haystack.

The dry firewood and hay were also brought with the water that had melted from the light snow in the early morning.

Tan Jiaren held a stone in one hand and kept rubbing it.

It's a pity that today, more than two centuries after the advent of matches, Tan Jiaren still has to learn to use stones to light fires like the ancients.

Maybe it's the wrong method, maybe it's the wrong tool.

Tan Jiaren didn't know how many times she rubbed it, until her slender and slender fingers were ground out of a few black blood blisters, and the fire that ignited human civilization and life still couldn't be rubbed out by her.

Tan Jiaren looked at Chai Shao'an, who was still in a coma and fever, threw away the two stones, thought about it, and found two white and yellow stones, similar to pebbles.

Maybe it's because of the pitiful sight, maybe it's because Tan Jiaren finally found the right tool.

The ice-blue flame appeared, and Tan Jiaren had never felt for a moment that the color of the flame was so good-looking.

The fire was finally lit.

Tan Jiaren roasted her hands hot, and when she was about to help Chai Shaoan, Chai Shaoan suddenly opened her eyes.

Tan Jiaren was squatting, Chai Shaoan was lying, they looked at each other, looking at each other in pairs.

"Beauty, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Chai Shaoan's hand was on Tan Jiaren's cheek.

"You're awake."

Tan Jiaren's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and even her voice carried a strong surprise.

"Well, don't say let me wake up, even if I am dead now, I am willing."

Chai Shaoan's hands were a little hot, and Tan Jiaren's face turned red, "Who wants you to die." ”

No, no, no! What they have to think about now is how to live and how to get out.

"Are you feeling better?"

Tan Jiaren helped Chai Shaoan to sit down by the fire, there was no firewood just now, and the fire in the fire was about to be extinguished.

Tan Jiaren exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly ran over to add firewood, and the fire was pressed smaller by the firewood that Tan Jiaren added.

Tan Jiaren was in a hurry, hurriedly squatted down, puffing out her cheeks to blow the faint little flame.

Chai Shaoan sat on the side and looked at Tan Jiaren, with a little blush on his face and a smile in his eyes.

Tan Jiaren finally saved the flame that was on the verge of extinguishing.

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