"Uncle Hua, is there something wrong?" Shaoqiu asked.

"Something, big thing!" Hua Bo roared.

"What the hell is going on?" Shaoqiu asked patiently.

"The watermelon vines in your field have all climbed into my field, why don't you go get them!" Hua Bo originally wanted to wronged him, saying that Shaoqiu touched Xiaohua's buttocks, but what good did this do to Xiaohua? That's what I said.

"Got it, I'll go get the watermelon vine back tomorrow when I'm free, but now I'm reading a book, so I'll go back after I'm done." Shaoqiu replied.

"You only know how to read, what is the use of reading? Nerd! Hua Bo said so disdainfully.

After saying this, Hua Bo's anger was gone, and his mood was quite good, and when he was walking on the road, the song he hummed was so good again.

Hua Bo walked to his house and cut melons to eat, of course this melon was obtained from Shaoqiu, anyway, he didn't guard it, and he didn't eat it for nothing. However, Xiaohua knew that his melon was not coming from the right way, so he didn't eat it, but just sat silently on the side, still angry.

It was getting colder, the north wind was howling, the earth was shutting down, the withered leaves were falling one by one, and the dragon in the middle of the night was roaring in a low voice.

And this Shaoqiu still stayed in the house where he was said to have ghosts, didn't go out, didn't light a fire, just sat at the desk and coughed constantly. Lung disease made him so haggard, and he didn't have much strength to walk at this time, no, he had to take a break after walking a few steps.

Outside the house, the snow was falling, the north wind was tight, and on the great mountain of Grim to the north of the deserted village, the ghosts were constantly crying.

In the middle of the night, the snow fell more intensely, and the black bandit was so cold and bored in this deserted village that he was dazed and snorted. Listening to the voice of this black bandit, Shaoqiu was so scared that he was going to die, for fear that this black bandit would come to his house and slap himself.

There was a knock on the door. And the sound was so loud that it was probably going to break, because he heard the sound of the planks breaking. It's over, the door is broken, how can you stop this cold north wind?

"Open the door!" Someone outside roared, and the loud sound made this Shaoqiu cough again, and his heartbeat also increased a little, and there was a momentum that jumped out of his mouth.

Shaoqiu didn't dare to respond at first, but the sound of the door was getting louder and louder, and if he didn't open the door again, the door would be broken. And the door is broken, and the north wind cannot be stopped, and the snow is about to rush in. He had no choice but to go to the door and open it.

The black bandit pounced in, and the snow on his body wrapped him tightly, but he kept shaking and falling in this Shaoqiu's house, and sprinkled all the snow on this Shaoqiu's book. The house was cold, and he did not dare to make a fire, because they forbade him to make a fire, saying that the fire he made and the light that came out of it would be blind to men's eyes. He also said that if Shaoqiu insisted on lighting a fire, they would gouge out one of his eyes as compensation. Shaoqiu had no choice but to dare to make a fire.

"Don't you come here in any harm's way?" Shaoqiu greeted politely.

"Fuck X, you want to stomp me under your feet?" The black bandit roared, viciously.

"How dare you!" Shaoqiu was still very polite.

"There's something I want to ask you." The black bandit said straight to the point.

"Even if you open your mouth, as long as you can help, you will do your best!" Shaoqiu's words. After saying this, he coughed again.

"That's right," said the bandit as he tore off a large piece of the quilt and wiped the mud-covered leather uppers of his shoes.

Seeing this black bandit like this, Shaoqiu wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare, because he had seen this black bandit sharpening his knife in the daytime. If this annoys him, it is not pleasant to eat a knife.

"That's right, my boat is sinking, you have to go to the creek and carry my boat, otherwise the weather will be fine, and I will not be able to carry goods anymore." The black bandit said confidently, and after saying this, he threw the dirty cloth into the corner of the room, and began to smoke his cigar again.

"I'm afraid my body can't bear it, so you better ask another master." Shaoqiu said so.

"Are you going?" At this time, the black bandit took out a dagger from his pocket and asked this young man's throat.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go!" Shaoqiu had no choice but to agree.

Shaoqiu followed the black bandit to the river, full of rivers, smoke and water, and the wind howled like anger.

The snow fell on people like stones, and it was terrible. The black bandits made a fire at the wreck, the fire was not very large, and there was a faint smoke. The bandit himself sat by the fire and roasted the fire, and like that, he was very afraid of the cold, and he kept breathing on his hands while roasting the fire. And the air that came out of this was so white that it couldn't be distinguished from the heavy snow for a while.

Shaoqiu approached the black bandit and asked him where the big ship was sunk and he was sick, but he still couldn't cough at this time. As for this Shaoqiu's cough, this black bandit didn't care, but he knew that this disease might be contagious, no, he grabbed a handful of grass on the ground and covered his mouth and nose.

"Ask whatever you want, just sink here!" The bandit said, "Hurry down, or it won't be good if the snow is heavy." ”

Shaoqiu went to the edge of the river and tested the water with his feet, which was colder than iron, and his feet touched the water, as if he had been cut by a knife. Shaoqiu thought of her mother again at this time, it would be nice if her mother was there, but where was her mother?

At this time, the black bandit brought a brazier over and roasted it beside Shaoqiu.

"It's cold, it's okay, I'll help you bake the fire, is it better now?" The bandit asked.

Shaoqiu was silent, because he had no strength to speak, but at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew. Shaoqiu couldn't help but cough violently, and the black bandit tore off a rag on his body and covered his nose.

"No need, it's not cold, it's okay, thank you." Shaoqiu said this, and the black bandit withdrew the brazier at this time, and he was still sitting by the fire and roasting the fire.

At this time, Shaoqiu heard the sound of water behind him, turned around to look, and saw that the black bandit was urinating in the river, looking very hard.

"Do you think the river is warmer?" The bandit asked.

Shaoqiu didn't make a sound, he threw himself into the small river, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the biting cold water. However, after only staying underwater for a penny, he came out of the water again, and did not see the wreck, but his head hit underneath, and when he touched it with his hand, his hands were covered with blood.

"I'll fuck you, hurry up, I'm cold!" The black bandits jumped on the shore and cursed.

Shaoqiu didn't dare to sink into the water anymore, because he already felt that something was wrong with his body, and if he stayed in this water for a few more minutes, he was afraid that something big would happen. However, when he turned his head to look at the bandit, he saw him sharpening his knife on the shore, trying to sharpen the edge as he went.

Shaoqiu didn't dare not move forward again, and at this time, he was ruthless, he had to drill down no matter what, otherwise, he might die here.

Shaoqiu got into the cold water, touched the bottom of the river, and really touched an iron chain, hurriedly grabbed it, and dragged it to the shore.

"I caught it, I caught it." Shaoqiu said happily to the black bandits.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The black bandit roared.

"Okay." Shaoqiu replied.

The night was really quite heavy at this time, and in this deserted village, I could not hear the sound of people for a while, and I could not hear the chirping of birds.

At this time, Shaoqiu, staying by the river, still coughing, the sky was still snowing, and this snowflake sprinkled on this Shaoqiu's body, for some reason, it was warm. At least it's warmer than the river.

"Oh, can I go now?" Shaoqiu asked the bandit. I couldn't stop shivering while asking, it seemed that he was really cold, and if there was a big fire at this time, it would be too good to dare to love. But by this time, the fire by the river had been blown away by a gust of wind.

"Let's go." The bandit said.

Shaoqiu left, looked back, and saw that the black bandit was tying this iron chain to a tree on the shore, and he was holding it like this. It seems that it is really too cold on this day.

Shaoqiu returned to his house, made a big fire by himself, sat by the fire, closed the door, and was silent, only hearing the howling of the wind outside the door.