"Xu Jiangtian." Liu Xuanxuan was lying on Xu Jiangtian's back, and her little feet were swaying mischievously.

"Huh?"

"Why don't you let me down, I can go myself."

"Can you go? Who was it just now, and when he stood up, he shouted dizziness, and one didn't stand still and fell in the snowdrift. ”

"So who made me like this?"

Xu Jiangtian's footsteps paused. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and even his tone was tinged with pleasure: "It's me." ”

"Then you still say that I ......"

Xu Jiangtian patted the hand holding her legs: "It's me who is wrong, Xuanxuan, why don't you punish me?" ”

"I'll punish you? How can I punish you? ”

"You punish me for ......" The man breathed heavily, and patches of white mist rose in front of him, "punish me for serving you for the rest of my life, punish me for having many children with you in the future, punish me for all the housework, aren't other people's families like this?" ”

"Xu Jiangtian, didn't we say that before the child's matter is resolved, we won't talk about the future?"

In the ice and snow, the man's pace became slower and slower: "Okay, then let's not talk about it for now." ”

+++

The doorbell rang.

Lou Ziqi opened the door, and there was a thirty-five or sixteen-year-old woman standing outside the door. It's not very pretty, but it's very generous.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

The woman did not speak, but looked through the door into her home.

"Hello, Miss Lou. My name is Wan Jing. ”

Anyway, the woman in front of her doesn't know her real name, so it's more convenient to replace it with the name Wanjing.

"Hello, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm a TV reporter, and that's my ID. This time, I mainly heard about some of your experiences on Wanchun Mountain, and I would like to interview you. ”

Lou Ziqi looked at the woman in front of her again and again: "But I have always lived on the top of the mountain and have not experienced a landslide accident under the mountain. ”

"The tourists trapped on the top of the mountain are also the subjects of our interview, and we mainly want to understand some of the psychological states of the trapped tourists at that time, you see......"

"Alright, please come in."

Guan Weitong walked into the room and looked around the room.

The house is not big, and it is not tidy. Probably because of the children, the house was full of children's things: saliva towels, baby clothes, sterilizers, feeding bottles......

"How many days were you stranded in the mountains?" Guan Weitong asked while looking at the room.

"From the first day of rain, it was intercepted on the top of the mountain, to the first to evacuate...... Six or seven days. ”

"In the past six or seven days, how has the order in the hotel been?" Guan Weitong added, "I mean, has there been such a chaotic situation as taking the opportunity to raise prices on the mountain? ”

"Nope."

"What about you? Did you and your child encounter any difficulties at that time? ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

"Isn't that right? It seems that we understand that your child is sick in the mountains. ”

"Where did you learn that?" Lou Ziqi lowered his head, and the doubts in his eyes flashed. Although I have asked many people for help, but the child's illness is only a very small matter after all, this female reporter, put so many touching deeds not to interview, and make a fuss about her child's illness, what does she want to do?

"Oh, it was revealed by the hotel staff. Then did the child get better? ”

"Alright."

"Have you been helped by someone on the mountain?"

The shadow of the young couple on the mountain flashed in Lou Ziqi's mind.

The man had told himself not to tell him what he had seen them.

Lou Ziqi nodded and said, "There are a lot of people who have helped me, I can't remember it clearly." ”