"Mr. Kyungwon... Mr. Pervert... Mr. Kyungwon who is a pervert..."

Tang Xue, she-

Repeatedly called out the name of the person who was pedaling three wheels in front of him.

Her voice was faint, ethereal in the cold wind like dandelion seeds blown away by the wind.

"Let's go back, I believe in you, wait for the sun to come out, and then take me to your big and spacious villa... It's so cold, I'm going to freeze to death. ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

It seemed as if cold air had poured into her mouth and nose, and she suddenly coughed violently.

Kyungwon stopped and went to the back seat to check on her.

The scarf was loose again, and the white cotton wool scarf that was supposed to be around her mouth and ears as a mask was now loosened.

If she stayed in peace, the scarf would never fall off easily, but this was the third time, and Kyungwon had obviously tied her to the back seat of the three wheels with hemp rope.

Her whole body was wrapped in a quilt by Kyung Won and tied with a circle of ropes, and with her current physical state, she would never be able to break free from the shackles.

As long as she lay down obediently, obediently and honestly, that scarf would not have fallen three times in ten minutes.

Kyungwon really couldn't figure it out, if she really didn't want to die, she should listen to him.

She should understand that the only thing she can rely on for her life is Kyungwon.

Before leaving, Kyungwon had warned her several times, telling her not to make trouble when she went out, but only to sleep peacefully.

But she didn't, she kept twisting her neck, trying to break free from the scarf that covered her mouth, and as soon as she broke free, she began to say these meaningless things, saying that she was about to freeze to death, that the rope was tied too tightly, that she wanted to go to the bathroom, that she wanted to go back to the indoor room to lie down, that she wanted to eat biscuits.

"So, what is it going take for you to settle down?" Kyungwon took off his scarf and looked at her: "Can't you just make a sound, don't make small movements, and sleep like a baby?"

"Mr. Kyungmoto, you're using the wrong analogy, babies are the noisiest creatures in the world."

"Don't digress."

"Let's go back." Tang Xue looked him directly into the eyes: "It's too cold outside, I'll freeze to death." ”

"If you really don't want to freeze to death, don't move."

"I can't, my instinct to survive tells me I can't survive in an outdoor environment."

"It's just a few hours, not too long."

Tang Xue sighed: "Forget it, let me say it bluntly, I don't believe in the big and spacious villa in your mouth, and I don't believe that you have a lame dog named Xiaobai, and I don't believe that you have a super large granary in the villa." ”

"I'm sure you have hysteria, it's a matter of course, everyone who survives is under tremendous psychological pressure, but even so, we shouldn't fantasize about having a warm, food-filled villa, be a person who dares to face the cruel reality, accept the reality that your food and water are running out, don't chase the big villa in your dreams, there will never be a woman in this world who will send you a lot of money, just to sleep with you."

"Are you finished?"

"That's it."

"Okay." Jing Yuan wrapped the scarf around it again, this time it was extremely tight, and tied a dead knot, pulled it a few times, and after making sure that it would not fall off again because of small movements, he clapped his hands and kicked up three more rounds.

He didn't bother to argue about anything, because he and Tang Xue stood from different perspectives.

People are always prejudiced and self-oriented, most people only believe what they believe, always have preconceived ideas, and feel that what they see is right.

Few people can convince others with words, and even if you put the facts in front of some people, they still stubbornly maintain their prejudices.

He understood this early on, and asked why, because he had seen enough examples in the game.

Isn't it very common? Mutual spraying in the game.

The classic online can't beat the spray jungler and don't come to catch it, and I send it to the pile by myself, and the spray teammates don't come to follow.

Question marks, dot IDs, greetings to family... Every League of Legends player, and even every MOBA gamer, has experienced these things, the difference is that others choose to "persuade" with "typing", while Kyungwon chooses to ignore them.

He never likes to argue with others, just silently does what he wants to do and should do.

In fact, he didn't even think about getting the level 5 honor badge, but after a certain game, the system suddenly popped up a window and told him, "You have reached the highest honor level".

It's the same today, he won't try to "persuade" Tang Xue with words, he won't do any "quibble", he will only do one thing, take Tang Xue to that big and warm villa, and let her see with her own eyes whether this is true or false.

It seems that Tang Xue also understands her small actions and can't change Jing Yuan's mind.

She finally quieted down and stopped moving, but when Jing Yuan turned around, she found that she was not sleeping, she was just looking at Jing Yuan, Gu Jing looked at Jing Yuan without waves, sadness and joy.

Her gaze was a little piercing, and Kyungwon felt that she had not changed her mind, she still thought that Kyungwon had hallucinated, and that Kyungwon's actions were like a neurotic chasing a candy house made of chocolate and cookies in the forest.

After all, she is no longer a child, she has long known that there is no Santa Claus in this world, and she knows that love and justice can't help her fill her stomach, and she can't let her go back to her previous life, she just needs to think about what to eat tonight, what TV series and animations to watch.

In reality, there is no candy house, and children who go to elementary school should know that there is no candy house.

However, it is not a "candy house" that only exists in fantasy, it is a "home" that Kyungwon has created little by little with his own hands.

Site selection, zombie cleanup, cleaning, transformation, transporting materials, connecting electricity, stockpiling firewood...

He vividly remembered every detail of the room he had moved, the joy of lying on that bed for the first time, the joy of seeing a clean room, the moment he turned on the light, the smoke coming out of the small stove for the first time...

It was his own home that he had acquired through his own labor, and it was not something that came out of thin air, not something that appeared in front of him with a single click.

The pavilion in the sky will disappear in an instant, but brick by brick, how can the house built from the foundation disappear for no reason?

Kyungwon pedaled three wheels in silence, and the wind and snow slapped against his face.

He was not angry at all at Tang Xue's misunderstanding and prejudice, because he knew that his home was there, just at the end of this snowy road, standing quietly.

He only had to walk this road to reach his "candy house", because he had made it with his own hands.