"Click... Click...... The sound outside the window unceremoniously woke up the sleeping Wu Fan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This familiar sound, Wu Fan had heard it in countless nights and early mornings, it must have fallen, and the vast white snow bent the branches. The branches could not bear the weight of the snow and were crushed.

At this time of the year, the streets of the tribe were bustling with activity, and people would rise early in the morning to sweep up the snow and pile it together to clear the road. And the snow becomes a necessary playmate for children, snowball fights, and snowman building......

Looking out of the window, I saw small snowflakes falling slowly. Some of them fell on the windowsill, like a white jade-like ornament on the windowsill, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a puddle of clear water, and the windowsill was overflowing and wet.

It seemed like it had been snowing all night. Then, what caught Wu Fan's eyes was a peculiar "picture scroll": thousands of miles of ice, mountain dancing silver snakes, Yuan Chi wax figures, mountains and rivers, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have become a world of pink jade, a good scenery of the silver kingdom. It's a pity that this scenery is full of deep sadness......

The snow came earlier than the time, and there was a lot of snow in August, and snow is common in September in the North County Plains. But snow in August is a rare occurrence, and the snow eight years ago brought war, and eight years later, the snow brings parting.

After squirming on the bed for a moment, the little angel and the little devil who were fighting in Wu Fan's mind also divided the winner and the loser, and the little angel defeated the little devil. Wu Fan also got up smoothly. Start organizing the luggage you need to take with you in an orderly manner.

Wu Fan didn't bring many things, one set of animal skin clothes and pants in winter, and two sets of animal skin clothes and pants in summer. Portrait of an older brother carefully wrapped in parchment. and two weapons, a dagger, this dagger was dug out of the snow when Wu Fan was playing in the Beijun Plain when he was a child, it didn't look sharp, it was originally intended to be used as a small toy item, but it was extremely sharp to use, and it was as iron as mud, so he used it as a dagger. The 'dagger' is about 20 centimeters long, dark green, and resembles a dragon's horn, so Wu Fan called him a dragon's horn. Another weapon was the bladeless and bladeless long sword that Wu Yin left for him, which Wu Fan called the 'ink ruler'.

After packing his luggage, Wu Fan walked out of the room, and at this moment the sky was just bright, and he could only see a few glimmers of light sporadically, sprinkled between the white heaven and earth. Walking along the tribal market to the tribal training ground, Wu Fan walked very slowly on this day, not running like usual parkour. Just slowly watching every part of the tribe, recalling every scene that happened here.

There is no hustle and bustle in the tribe, there is no chatter of the old people who drink tea in the next period in the teahouse, there is no Langlang sound from the long sword and shield in the blacksmith shop, there is no shouting and shouting of the big strong lady selling Chimu chicken eggs in the market, and there is no instructor in the training ground......

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Wu Fan became heavier and heavier as he walked. With each step, the lower legs that fell into the snow also went deeper, as if the momentum of Mount Tai was overwhelming. The pressed Wu Fan was out of breath, and the pressed Wu Fan wanted to escape......

Unknowingly, Wu Fan's footsteps took him to the training ground, sat on the stone pillar of the previous training, grabbed a handful of snow and sprinkled it into the air and let the snowflakes drift away with the wind, and he also wanted to run away from his depressed mood.

"Alas..."Wu Fan sighed,

muttered to himself:

"For the sake of the tribe, have the courage to give up something. There is no justice in this world, and you will never get the best of both worlds. If you want to be safe, you have to sacrifice freedom. If you want to be idle, you can't get the achievements that others evaluate. If you want to move forward, you have to leave where you are staying. ”

"Beiwu tribe, one day I will come back, and then there will be no one to threaten your safety. Wu Fan secretly made an oath in his heart.

"Xiaofan, you're here too. A simple voice sounded, and at the same time, he kept his big hand and patted Wu Fan's shoulder.

"Brother Zhuang, you are here too, so nostalgic for the days when we used to train together. Wu Fan responded a little lonely.

"Well, Xiaofan, I'll take a look, I want to remember every corner of the tribe. Xiao Fan. Rest assured, we will definitely come back in the future, and at that time we will definitely keep the tribe from being threatened in the slightest, and let the tribe's inhabitants live in peace. Da Zhuang suddenly hugged Wu Fan and said with concern. This intimate picture is like a big man with a full face of meat teasing a literary and artistic meat, which makes people laugh.

"Yes, big brother, we will. Wu Fan replied firmly. At the same time, he was excited, and sighed secretly: "The one who knows me is none other than Brother Zhuang." ”

"Well, Xiaofan, I'm going to go back to my mother first, and I'm packing up with my friends, but I ran out secretly behind my mother's back, so don't stay too long. Go back early, we should gather to say goodbye and set off in a while!" Da Zhuang finished speaking, without waiting for Wu Fan to answer, he ran out quickly on the snow, and let the "squeak, squeak" sound remember, let the splashed snowflakes fly.

What no one knew was that Da Zhuang shed a line of tears the moment he turned around.

"Alas......" Wu Fan sighed, stroked his long hair with one hand, and dusted off the white snowflakes on his hair. Turn around and walk slowly in the direction of home.

When he returned home, Wu Fan found that his father was not at home.

As soon as his mind moved, his father must have gone to arrange the migration. Wu Fan was not idle~~!, but walked straight to the fire room and took out three Chimu chicken eggs. Make a fire, put a small half spoonful of snowflake water into the pot, drop a few drops of animal oil, and then quickly twitch the blower below. I saw that the mixed liquid of water and oil boiled instantly.

At the moment when the water and oil were boiling, Wu Fan instantly knocked open three eggs, threw them in order, and covered them with rattan covers. At the same time, a shovel of snow was like a kang, extinguishing the raging fire, and Wu Fan estimated the time in his heart, about thirty seconds. Lifting the lid, the little hand scooped up the egg like a water snake, and then sporadically sprinkled some salt from the salt lake of Beiling Mountain on the egg.

In this way, a sulfur egg in the shape of a loving smile is ready! All Wu Fan has to do now is wait for his father to come back.

"It's snowing too much, this tmcd. Xiaofan, are you up yet?" A voice mixed with scolding came into the fire room, and Wu Fan knew that it was his father who had returned. Every time it snowed, my father would shout and scold.

"Father, where are you~" Wu Fan greeted Wu Zhan with an egg.

"No, I made it for you, I don't know if there will be a chance to make you eggs to eat in the future. Wu Fan stuffed the egg into Wu Zhan's hand. Turn and walk to your room.

"This silly boy has really grown up. Wu Zhan swallowed the dates, ate the eggs in one bite, and said while chewing. There was also a smile on his face.