"That's pretty much enough." Wen Mu picked up a branch that looked slightly thicker than the ones in front of him from the fallen leaves, put it into Xia Yuan's arms, and said to him, "Let's go back to the stream, our clothes are so wet, and the wind is shivering with cold." ”

"Okay, but Ah, are these branches really enough?" Xia Yuan felt the number of branches that Wen Mu had placed in his arms, and it didn't seem to be a lot.

"It looks pretty much the same, let's go back and see if we can dry the clothes." Wen Mu bent down again and picked up a few branches scattered around, held them in his hand, and then took Xia Yuan's hand with his other hand, and walked towards the stream with the memory of when he came.

The two of them did not go deep into the woods, so they could hear the murmuring of the stream after only a few steps back, and after walking a few more trees, they could already see the water sparkling in the moonlight.

Wen Mu found a fairly flat place, took the branches in Xia Yuan's arms, put them all on the ground, and pulled Xia Yuan to sit down on the edge of this pile of branches.

"How do you make a fire? Do you drill wood for fire? ”

"It's not that troublesome, but I'm well prepared." Wen Mo found a box of matches that were also soaked from the small bag that was already soaked from his waist.

"How do you use this match when it's wet?" Xia Yuan squinted his eyes vigorously, relying on the faint moonlight, he could barely see that the small box of matches in Wen Mu's hand seemed to be dripping with water.

"You don't know that, do you?" With a grin, Wen took out a very damp match from the matchbox, picked up a handful of Xia Yuan's hair, placed the match on his head, and finally covered it with that handful of hair.

Xia Yuan's hair wasn't as long as Wen Yuan's, so it was almost dry in the time he had just picked up the branches.

He raised his eyes to look at his bangs, and after making sure that he couldn't see the match, he put his puzzled gaze on Wen Lan's body and asked, "Ah Lan, what are you doing here?" ”

"Let the matches dry a little before they can be lit." Wen Mu hugged his knees and stared at the match above Xia Yuan's head, for fear that if he moved, the match would disappear.

"Can it still be like this?" Xia Yuan wanted to reach out and touch the match, but Wen Mu grabbed his hand and was glared at fiercely, so he had to soften his voice and say to Wen Mu: "Okay, okay, I won't touch me and I won't move." ”

"You're not happy to let you read more books, you don't know this little trick of making a fire in the wild."

"Yes, yes, Ah Lan is right, when I go back this time, you let me read more books, I will definitely listen to you."

"That's pretty much it." Seeing that the time was almost up, Wen Mo pulled Xia Yuan's hair and found the match that was almost hidden in his hair.

Then she picked up the matchbox that had been set aside, tore off the skin of the rubber, and wrapped it around the small stone she had picked up, and she struck it on the small stone, and threw it into the pile of branches the moment the match was lit.

At first, it was a small spark, and then the branches were all ignited soon, Xia Yuan's eyes were illuminated for a moment, and he could finally see the surroundings clearly, but the visual range was not very large, and the flame was still a little too small after all, and only when he put his hand very close, he could feel some temperature a little.

"It still doesn't look like it's going to be strong enough." Wen Mu approached the fire a little melancholy, but the temperature he felt was still minimal, "I thought this firewood was enough to burn, but now it still doesn't look like enough......"

"Shall I go pick up some more branches?" Xia Yuan stood up, took off his denim jacket, stuffed it into Wen Yan's arms, and was about to walk into the woods.

"Obuchi, wait!" Wen Mu grabbed the corner of Xia Yuan's clothes, and with the other hand, he kept rummaging through the bag.

Xia Yuan squatted down in the direction of her hand: "What's wrong?" ”

"Here's for you." Wen Mu took out something tightly wrapped in oiled paper from his bag and handed it to Xia Yuan.

"What is this?" Xia Yuan dismantled the outer layer of oiled paper, only to see that there was still a layer of oiled paper inside.

"Fire Fold, this is from my grandfather."

Xia Yuan dismantled two or three layers of oil paper, and finally saw the fire fold wrapped inside, because of the protection of the oil paper, it was not affected by water at all.

He set aside the oiled paper and put the fire fold into the fire, which was soon lit.

"Your bag doesn't look big, why do you have everything in it?" Xia Yuan stood up again, looked back at the small bag on Wen Muan's waist, and laughed.

"I brought these with me just in case, but I didn't expect them to come in handy." She looked up at Xia Yuan and smiled, and said, "You have to come back soon!" Don't go too far in, if you get lost, shout my name, I'll come for you. ”

Xia Yuan smiled and rubbed Wen Mu's still wet hair, and said, "Okay, I know, don't worry, I'll be back soon, I won't go far,"

"Hmm." Wen Mu watched Xia Yuan's back go farther and farther, and finally that little bit of fire disappeared into the woods, "Xiao Yuan......"

Wen Mu spread Xia Yuan's coat and covered it on her lap, so that it could be close to the fire to dry the water, her eyes reflected the beating fire, just staring at the fire in a daze, the surrounding was very quiet, only the fire burning the branches made a crackling sound accompanied by the sound of running water behind her, in this environment it seemed extremely empty.

From the moment Xia Yuan left, Wen Mu's heart also became empty, the hand holding his knee shrank tighter, and his face couldn't help but bury himself in his lap, a breeze blew, it was really cold.

"Ahh I don't know how long it took, Xia Yuan's voice came from not far overhead, Wen Mu looked up suddenly, only to see him walking towards him with a large bundle of firewood.

"Obuchi! You're finally back. Wen Lan hurriedly got up, took the fire fold in his hand that almost lit the branch, shook it vigorously in the air, wrapped it in oiled paper again, and put it back in the bag.

"That should be enough." Xia Yuan didn't throw all the branches into the fire in one go, but added firewood to it little by little, and kept blowing air and fanning it inside, trying to make it burn more vigorously.

Wen Mo looked at the fire that was burning more and more, the heat wave was increasing, and the cold clothes gradually warmed up along with his body.

"Obuchi."

"Huh?" Xia Yuan turned his head, under the light of the fire, Wen Mu's cheeks were a little red, and there was a smile in her eyes, he saw the fire light that kept beating in his head, and he also saw himself squatting on the edge of the fire.

"Thank you." Wen whispered in a very soft voice, like a kitten, tickling Xia Yuan's heart.

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