The old man had been awake for a while, and he didn't want to disturb the head who was still asleep. He barely raised his arms and shook the tarp above his head with both hands. They are now in a fully compacted state. If you simply squat, you won't be able to fully exert your strength.

Maybe it was because the movement was a bit big, the head was awakened, and he slowly looked at his surroundings. I woke up in an instant, but fortunately I saw that the old man had woken up. So relieved, he knew that there was no big basket. But it was a good night's sleep. It's as if the soul has been washed once, and the whole body seems to be full of inexhaustible power.

"It's almost time, we'd better dust off the snow!" , the old man asked Xiang Tou. "Yes, yes, that's fine!" , the leader immediately responded cheerfully. As he spoke, he got up and walked away from the snow layer above his head. "Huh? That's right! Dude, are you cold? The leader suddenly asked a strange question.

As the beneficiary of Xiaoyun, the old man is naturally able to understand the meaning of the leader. "No! Do you feel a different gift in your consciousness? The old man asked. It seems to be very anxious to verify whether his experience lies in whether the leader's heart is also possessed. "Hmm!" , the leader pauses his movements. looked back and affirmed, and expressed his thoughts to the elder brother that he also felt a little helpless, even a novel wonder.

The leader carefully took the bewildered little cloud out of his embrace, and the little one did not fall asleep. He just likes to be alone in a quiet place. Even the crying that a child should have is rarely shown. Of course, I don't know if he can talk at all. But amazingly, his eyes looked reassuring.

"Gotcha! Brother, take a good look at this kid, don't get hurt. I'll go see how it goes! As he spoke, he handed Xiaoyun to the old man. The old man put his hands upwards and took the little boy kindly. The smile on his face was expressed, and his heart was obviously very happy, as if he had returned to a certain event experienced at a certain age. It was as if he had been an ordinary person before, living in a world that seemed very simple.

Immediately, the leader waved his hand and said, "Brother, don't get up yet!" I lifted the tarp from my side. At the very least, you need to open a hole before you can move on to the next step. It wouldn't be good if we were buried. The old man was silent. I guess I understand. The head tried to see how much the snow was falling, and it was almost like a large bag bulging out of the tarp inside.

He tried to use his brute force to open a corner. But I found that even though I had bowed half of my body, I still couldn't do it easily. Then only start small. There is a redundant part of the tarp at the edge of the recessed space. They are only compacted, not frozen together by any ice crystals, and there is still a chance to dig them by hand.

To be honest, he didn't want to abandon such a warm place like this, no one would have imagined it. The warmth of the caves excavated from the flat ground is so good. However, if you do not slowly use this as a basis for your return, you will never be able to achieve your desired goal. Back to where we started. No matter how bad it is, it at least has the spiritual sustenance of the human community. So the leader strengthened his mind and devoted himself to the cause of destroying the snow wall.

The layer of winter gloves on his hand had been used by himself for months, but it was still strong and in good condition. The head is also very comfortable to use, and the surface of this hard linen glove is hard enough to withstand the harsh environment needs of most scientific research work. Now it obviously came in handy, and handfuls of snowflakes were thrown by the leader's hand into the space under his feet.

It wasn't until at least thirty percent of the columnar area where he was standing was filled with snow that the head finally heard the sound of flowers overhead, the sound of snow scratching against the smooth tarp. Next, the tarps will no longer be able to maintain the pressure on their bodies, and they will quickly be crushed by the snow layer that has lost its weight. Because the boss has hollowed out a lot of underneath the tarp. Even though his legs were wrapped in a certain amount of snow, the leader still felt that he could complete the task at hand within his tolerance.

The old man squatted aside, and also used his own hands to clean the snow under his feet. He compacted them tightly so that the extra fluffy area would not take up the space that wasn't too large in the first place.

The movement of the leader's hand was already very slight, and he didn't know at what point everything above his head would come in loosely. So as soon as the thought came to his mind, he stopped what he was doing. "Ready, I'm going to lift!" , he looked down at the old man, reminding him to be aware of any unusual movement that might come at any time.

The old man gave him a determined look, and then the head shook his arms and pressed against the tarp above his head. There was no movement, and he was quite surprised just now, and suddenly life played a huge joke on him. Without the slightest warning, the snow whirled down, trying to fill the space. The space of the head was instantly filled by the snow that poured in, and only the space on the old man's side could still accommodate it. Fortunately, he had already stood up when the situation was wrong, otherwise he might have been drowned in the overwhelming snowflakes.

There is a hole of about one and a half square meters on the head, which is the result of the head. He gasped, and from his vantage point, it looked like there was more than a meter of snow piled up above his head. It's no wonder that when I used the force just now, I could feel the tarp shake, but I couldn't completely overturn it.

"What's going on?" The old man obviously noticed that something was wrong on the leader's face. Hurriedly asked! "We may not be able to leave!" , the head mechanically twisted his head towards the old man, and what he saw from his eyes was only the helplessness of wanting to cry without tears.

The leader was now unable to move, completely enveloped by the layer of snow on his forehead. Trying to break free and finding that there aren't enough fulcrums for you to use. The old man finally turned around and threw a large bag of equipment at the leader's side, motioning for him to step on it and climb up. The leader complied, and was finally able to poke himself out of the snow wrap of nearly a cubic meter with the help of a certain amount of reaction force.

As soon as the waist began to exert force, the snow in the other parts poured down sparsely, and the leader was so frightened that he instantly stopped his behavior. After waiting for a long time and finding that there was no excessive deterioration, I continued my previous actions. Every time I moved, the extra snow fell from my head. Thankfully, the old man's half of the tarp hadn't been completely removed, and he was able to barely maintain a simple balance.

It's not good to let things go on for a long time, and the leader is desperately trying to break free. At last, he stepped on the marching bag that the old man had helped erect and stood up straight. His head was just big enough to reach the top of the snow to get some air. Now my head is completely sober. I finally realized the embarrassing situation I was in.

Even if you were able to get out of that veil, it would be of no use. As far as the eye can see, the earth is covered with endless layers of snow, and from the perspective of his own cognition, these layers of snow are at least two meters thick, that is, even if he and the old man can clear the space. It's just that he can look at the dead sky from such a "cage", and he doesn't have the ability to do something.

He spoke loudly to the bottom, and no sound came for a long time. From this point of view, there is no good way to see the performance of the old man. Just felt a gust of wind coming, and the leader couldn't help but snort and quickly squatted down. If you step on the snow under your feet, you can curl up again in the original space.

The old man's eyes were full of confusion, as if he was expressing his true thoughts of despair. Just from a little hint in the language, I already feel the full malice of the world, and the old man has experienced it many times. For him, despair has apparently become an established norm. The leader shook his head, not saying much.

Although for myself, the psychological endurance is still okay, but I really see the environment I am in in the snowfield. I still feel a sense of powerlessness that I don't need to hide. It can't be calmed down for a long time. I can only hold my head to reduce the invasion of the cold wind from my head, and the snow is still falling. It's just that the stance is not as big as before. Occasionally, two large snowflakes landed on the neck with less fabric, and could be clearly perceived by the head. He didn't know when it would be a head.

This is the end of the far away plan. The leader picked up the tarp that had fallen again, unfolded the folded excess, and then tusked it into the snow wall next to it, so that a larger space was created. The gap in the overhead was also temporarily blocked. Their choice is to stop here and get by. Man is invincible!

Every once in a while, the leader would lift the tarp above his head and shake off the excess snow, either compacting it under his feet or throwing it upwards with all his might, leaving the excess useless volume far away from the area that symbolized life. Or dig in extra directions, trying to prepare extra space for yourself after possible dangers, so as not to get trapped by the accumulated thickness of the snow.

The boss and the old man didn't know what to communicate before. The age difference between the two of them is no more than ten to twenty years old, which can be regarded as a friend in previous years. As far as their current downfall is concerned, they have all clearly experienced the stage of evolution from prosperity to decline. It should be more bitter than any part of the life process for no reason.

But I just don't want to make too many reviews. The two of them knew each other, and they didn't reveal the truth scars in the real world, they both thought that they were living in the beautiful dream they had before. It's still called a safe space.

The boss threw away the tenth food package, and his biological clock was already very clear. It is only when the body feels hungry that it reaches the point of daily eating. Based on the amount of two meals a day, today is the fifth day of the trapped place.

In the past few days, he has cleared the snow layer on his head from time to time so that it does not accumulate too much, so that the sleep he should have is also fragmented, and he did not ask the old man for help, because the old man's condition has become very bad. The old man also gladly accepted the idea that the boss did not ask him for help, because he also knew that his body was becoming more and more wrong. The prolonged high-intensity rush had severely ravaged his body.

It's fine if you stick to this kind of operation, but if you are afraid that the tight string will suddenly relax, then you will never be able to stretch it anymore. All in all, his health was terrible, so bad that he could tell it at a glance. But I'm still gritting my teeth and holding on, not wanting to show it.

Everyone understands that the rule here is survival of the fittest, and he is afraid to give up on himself.

After all, everyone is an ordinary person who can't protect themselves, and there is no reason to reach out and carry the burden. It's brutal, but it's the truth!