Although it is the season of recovery of all things, it is the most difficult Chenguang in the bitter cold land of Shuobei. The cold winds from the far north, mixed with dense snowflakes, swept through the land, blew the land wasted, the crops killed, the people deprived, and the beasts raged in war, and it became a place of death.

A small figure is trying to walk on this barren land against the cold wind.

It was a young man, and he was draped in several shabby robes that did not fit well, apparently picked up from nowhere, and were made of various materials.

He stopped and went, occasionally pulling open the snow bags on the side of the road to see if they were covered with wild vegetables that had not yet frozen to death. There is a pair of dark eyes embedded in the dirty face, which is not at all as lively and lively as this age should be, but an indifference that sees through the world.

This is a scavenging teenager who, in this bitter cold land, has created countless homeless orphans who have been left to live on their own at a very young age.

As I walked, the snow on the ground in front of me became thinner, and the potholes were extremely uneven, as if many people were passing by.

His eyes lit up, and he knew that he had embarked on the official road, even in this bitter cold place, the official road also represented the people, and the people had a way to live.

He rubbed his palms, sighed inside, cheered up, and followed the thin snow.

After walking for more than an hour, he came to the end, and the scene in front of him made him slightly disappointed, it was a pile of corpses, and the corpses on it were all dressed up by the people of the Central Plains, and it was a bloody crime committed by the northern chieftain when he came to fight the grass valley.

The young man didn't have any extra expressions about this, he had seen too many of this kind of scenes along the way, but this time the scale was a little larger, and the corpse pile was at least two people high.

He stepped forward and pulled away the corpse pile, the corpse pile of hundreds of people, and there was also a mountain-like sense of sight, but he showed good patience, seriously rummaged through each corpse, refused to let go of a grain of rice, pulled off the slightly suitable clothes, put them on himself, there was no disrespect for the deceased, that is the faith that the living need, for those who are struggling on the line of death, everything in the past is no longer important, living is the first priority, anyway, their owners can no longer use them, it is better to let them continue to do their obligations for the living。

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and dusk fell, so the young man rested for a while, picked up some dry wood, melted the pot of snow water, and roasted a steamed bun that was frozen as hard as a stone, and served it as dinner. This steamed bun has just been picked up in the corpse pile, and its original owner should be a middle peasant with a good net worth, which also makes the young man beat his teeth, you must know that these days he can live on bitter wild vegetables on the coarse bread mixed with sand.

After recovering some energy after dinner, he walked to the pile of corpses again and continued his great business of Taobao.

The night is dark and moonless, the teenager, and the corpses are piled up, forming a creepy picture.

But the person concerned didn't think there was anything, he had gained a lot this time, and the chieftain's people only robbed gold and silver, and left a lot of dry goods for him, enough for him not to worry about food for a while.

Just as he was satisfied, a strange touch came from his fingertips, and the boy was stunned, and for the first time he had an expression, which told him that it was a living person. This surprised him very much, how could this corpse pile have been frozen for a day and a night, and it was still alive after being frozen for so long, how could it be?

Curious, he spent some strength, pulled the pile of corpses apart, and dragged the man out, it was a child who was only a teenager, his facial features were extremely exquisite, even if there was no blood, it also gave the young man a feeling of brightness, shabby clothes and clothing, I could vaguely see the original luxury, which was completely different from the mud legs around him.

The boy's wonderful mind immediately sketched out the outline of a story in his mind: the kidnapper kidnapped the children of the great family and fled to this bitter cold place, and unluckily ran into the chieftain's army, and was killed together with the border people, but the child was crushed by the corpse and luckily survived.

Of course, just now, judging from this ghost weather, it is only a matter of time before this child freezes to death.

The young man hesitated slightly, he didn't know how long it would take to get out of this barren place, the food on his body was to eat a little less, naturally it was impossible to take this child, but if he didn't save it, this child would die.

Maybe he wouldn't have any hesitation at all, in fact, he had nothing to hesitate about, he could only die with the boy, and there was hope to live without him, how to choose was like lice on a bald man's head.

But the loneliness of being in the wasteland these days made him hesitate a little, thousands of miles of deserted people, these days he was always alone in the monotonous snowfield, that feeling was simply crazy.

He thought about it, but dragged the child to the fire, intending to wake him up, if there was a miracle, and the child came back to life and had the ability to save himself, then it would be considered his own merit, if not, then let him fend for himself.

Although this may be a small pitiful, under the inexplicable emotional manipulation, he still decided to give it a try.

The boy went to the corpse pile and pulled a few worn-out clothes and wrapped them around the child, but the child had been frozen for so long, how could it be so easy to warm up. He kept rubbing his limbs, and burned some snow water, and fed it to the child's mouth, but his lips were purple and his teeth were clenched, and the water could not be poured into it.

He didn't care about pinching the child's mouth directly, but the situation in his mouth made him stunned.

In the child's mouth, there is only half of the tongue, which should be cut off by the crutch for fear of his shouting.

This chilling scene is actually nothing compared to the corpse mountain next to it, but the young man's heart set off a monstrous wave, a bright and delicate face flashed in his mind, but what was frozen was a poignant image of falling in a pool of blood.

The touch of his heart made the boy decide in an instant, he wanted to save the child and lead him out of this barren land. This gratuitous decision came so abruptly and so firmly. So much so that he did not hesitate to take out the half piece of steamed bun he had just picked up in the pile of corpses from his arms, kneaded it into crumbs, soaked it in water, stirred it into gruel and poured it into the child.

At dawn, the child's cold body began to have a temperature, but the temperature rose higher and higher, and gradually there was an uncontrollable trend. This child actually got a fever at this time, if it was a fever in normal times, it would not be difficult for a teenager, but even the weeds were frozen to death in this bitter cold Shuobei land, let alone any medicinal herbs.

The young man's face was still calm, as if there was nothing in this world that could move him, and life could be indifferent.

He walked back to the pile of corpses, tore some of his worn clothes into strips of rags and tied them tightly to his legs, and then he tied the sleeping boy to his arms.

He was going to just walk out with the boy in his arms, and this was not a matter of gritting his teeth. Cold winds, snow, thousands of miles of wasteland, an adult who wants to get out also needs a miracle, not to mention that a weak teenager has to carry a burden.

But none of this seems to be an obstacle for him, he has never been a person who is overflowing with compassion, but this time he really wants to save people, even if it costs his own life, it doesn't matter, maybe once he decides on something, he doesn't know what it means to give up.

I checked the equipment I needed to go out again, and although the gold and silver had been looted by the chief, there were still a lot of useful tools in the corpse pile, which were worth a lot of money. But the teenagers gave up all of them, after all, the way to live is to get out first, and if you can't go out with more things, it's a dead end.

Carrying that kid is already going to consume a lot of his physical strength, and it would be foolish to be reluctant to do so. He recognized this very clearly, as for how to live after going out, this is not a problem he can worry about now, after all, all problems can only be solved when he goes out.

Therefore, he only pinned a fairly sharp old firewood knife to his waist, carried an iron pot the size of a basin on his back, and a little dry food found in the pile of corpses, and continued to trek in the direction he had identified. The firewood knife can defend himself, and the iron pot can allow him to eat cooked food, in this kind of place, if he gets sick from raw food, there is really no way to live.

Although the official road in Shuobei is in disrepair for a long time, it seems to be potholed and extremely difficult to walk, but fortunately, the weather is cold, the land is frozen solid, and there is no such thing as a head breaking blood flow when you step on the air.

The young man is mentally restrained, his eyes do not have any focus, and he only travels with his consciousness, this state of not possessing the soul can reduce the feeling of fatigue and allow him to walk longer.

So it wasn't until it was getting late that he stopped and rested for a while.

The boy behind him had already woken up, and it seemed that the heavens were merciful to them, and on this day, there was a rare clear sky in the wasteland, and the boy's condition did not deteriorate. After being put down, he looked at him so fixedly, his eyes were full of vigilance and coldness, not at all like ordinary teenagers.

The young man knew that he had been through a lot and was precocious, so he didn't care. He just boiled water to cook porridge by himself, and when the porridge was fully cooked, he gave the boy a small portion, and then he didn't bother anymore.

The boy didn't want to eat, but he was really hungry, and he didn't resist the temptation, and devoured his share.

The boy slowly drank a large portion of his hand, ignoring the boy's longing eyes.

Because he knew in his heart that he was the main force in the hurry, and he had to eat enough, otherwise neither of them would be able to get out, and in this place where he was fighting for his life with the sky, any bit of kindness and intolerance would be a fatal blow.

So under the boy's hopeful gaze, he drank the steaming porridge in one go, and even licked the pot.

After the meal, the boy looked at him with a wary look, but more of a dazedness. This is a good sign, which means that this little guy has gradually let down his guard, and no matter how much he goes through it, he is just a child after all.

The boy walked up to the boy, and in his renewed guarded gaze, he took off the boy's pants, held one of his tiny legs in his hands, and massaged it. The boy had been frozen in the wilderness for too long, and his legs were covered with bruisish markings, and if he was allowed to develop like this, he would sooner or later become crippled.

Fortunately, the teenager's massage technique is not bad, although the lack of medical treatment and medicine cannot make him get better immediately, but it will not let the situation continue to deteriorate, at least he can persist until he gets out of here.

The boy stared blankly at the boy's movements. Although he is young, he has experienced a lot and seen many bad people, so he can naturally distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts. So I didn't struggle and let it go.

The boy also felt the loosening of the boy's defense, and raised his head to smile at him and help the other party continue to unload his defense, but he didn't seem to have laughed for a long time, this smile was very reluctant, but he pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

The boy was the same, he instinctively wanted to smile back, but the bitter facial muscles couldn't make that expression, but even so, each other's hearts felt a little warm.

The next day, the boy picked up the boy and went on the road again, and this walk lasted for three whole days, until the food in his hand was exhausted, and he did not see any hope of going out, nor did he meet anyone else.

The boy lay on the ground again to identify the soil and inspect the vegetation, but the result was no different from that of three days ago.

His feet were not weak, and in three days, he had walked thousands of miles, but there was still no sign of reaching the edge, and this must be a barren land.

In the snowstorm, two small figures were stacked on top of each other, moving forward one foot deep and one foot shallow on the potholed ground, and the boy did not give up, whether it was the road ahead or the boy behind him, he did not give up. Even if there is a dead end ahead, he has at least tried.