Hua Bo stayed in Shaoqiu's house, and didn't want to go out for a while, because of the wind and snow outside the door, at this time, it was really very unbearable, extremely cold, and some ghosts wandering in the deserted village screamed from time to time, scolding some nonsense that people couldn't understand.

"It's too cold, can you make the fire bigger for your uncle, otherwise, if it goes on like this, the old man will have to meet with accidents. Hua Bo said to Shaoqiu while roasting the fire.

"I'm sorry, uncle, it's not that Shaoqiu is not generous, there is really no way to do it, the firewood and grass at home are already very small, and I don't go up to the mountains for many days, and there is not much inventory at this time, only these are left at home." Shaoqiu answered truthfully.

"But can you bear to watch Uncle shiver with coldness, if this goes on like this, I'm afraid it's very bad for Uncle's body." Hua Bo kept swaying while saying this, just like a pendulum, he saw people, and his heart was extremely unhappy, if it wasn't for Xiaohua's sake, he wouldn't let him bake this fire.

"Okay, in order to prevent Uncle from freezing, Shaoqiu will let it out, and take out the only remaining family wealth to honor you, who called this damn weather so cold, who called you Shaoqiu's uncle?" Shaoqiu sneered on his shoulders, tried his best to please people, and tried his best to stammer, just to go to the river to date the girl on a dark night.

It has been snowing in the deserted village for many days, and it has reached the point where it is about to be cut off, and some people dare not go up to the mountain, otherwise, they will have to be like Uncle Feng, and they will fall into a lot of meat and eight vegetables, which is very unsafe.

Besides, on the mountain, by this time, it was already a piece of recklessness, and no longer heard the chirping of the birds, and the snow was almost waist-deep, and it was quite inconvenient to walk in it, and no one dared to go up the mountain.

Didn't Granny Wang go to the mountain once the day before yesterday, and that was also to a place where there was almost no firewood, otherwise, presumably Granny Wang would not go to the mountain, just to pick up some firewood and warm up her body that was too cold.

But after so many days, Granny Wang still did not come back, and at this time, the people in the deserted village speculated that this Granny Wang would definitely not come back, either by some vicious jackals, or accidentally fell into powder, and could never come back.

Some people, in order to live, began to burn their houses, and some people, in order to no longer be so cold, dug up their ancestral graves, dug out some bones of their ancestors, and used them to burn a small fire to warm their extremely cold bodies, and wait for this winter.

I really don't know what kind of weather it is, it has been snowing for several months, and in the deep night, if you listen quietly, you can still smell the cry of the stones, maybe it can't stand this too terrible cold, otherwise, how can it cry so miserably when it is strong?

It's really an unbearable weather, some pigs, at night, because I really can't stand it, to their own master, this has some opinions, although it's not too big, but after all, there are still some opinions, from time to time to scold a few wild words, fortunately in the deep night scolded out, otherwise, in broad daylight, as a pig, it dares to scold such rude words?

Those women who were more squeamish-looking, when they heard this, felt that they were too mean, and it was a great shame, and they hanged themselves in an instant, and they no longer lived in the world.

I really don't know what kind of weather it is, some weird and unbearable things happen continuously, all kinds of ominous, indicating that there may be some changes in the deserted village, otherwise, there will be no such strange things, some well-meaning people, in this heavy snow-covered weather, from time to time out of the house, go to the river, pray for the blessing of God, do not bring disaster to the deserted village, let people always be so harmonious and beautiful, happy and happy.

At this time, in order to save some firewood and grass, Hua Bo went to Shaoqiu's house, kept shouting that it was cold, and asked him to keep increasing the firewood, and in a hurry, he even asked him not to read books, and to burn those books together, because the weather was too cold.

This time, the clothes worn by Hua Bo are very few, otherwise, looking at himself is not cold, the fire that burns in this young autumn will not be too big, just a little interesting, unlike at this time, because he is afraid of freezing himself, the nerd keeps adding firewood and grass to the fire, and in an instant it will be a raging, so that the house is gradually warm like spring, and there is no longer the scene of winter.

"Uncle, aren't you cold in such a little dress?" Shaoqiu asked lightly, a little absent-minded, not knowing that he was wearing so little, which meant to consume his firewood and grass.

"It's cold," said Hua Bo as he shuddered, "can you make this fire a little bigger, this ghost weather is too cold." ”

"Okay," Shaoqiu hurriedly walked, at this time he was afraid that Hua Bo would freeze, and it would be difficult to explain to the girl at that time, saying that he was slow to treat his father, so that it was possible that he would no longer be good with him.

Yes, in such a cold winter, how can Hua Bo only wear a single coat, and it is possible that his skin will be frozen at this time.

I wanted to ask, but seeing that this Hua Bo's face was not very good, he seemed to be very disgusted with people's mouths, and it was inconvenient to meddle in matters for a while, so he had to stop asking about these things, but just sent a warm fire to it.

At this moment, the thin man appeared at the door, and his clothes at this time were almost out of shape, and he actually draped the quilt at home on his body, and appeared by the dilapidated window of Shaoqiu for no reason, looking inside from time to time.

A gust of terrible north wind whistled and blew, fortunately the thin man wore this quilt to block some of the north wind, otherwise, these winds blew in, I am afraid that it is not good, at least the flower boy who is wearing so little may catch a cold directly.

"Is it cold?" The thin man leaned on the window and greeted Hua Bo.

"It's not cold." Hua Bobian took off the single coat and replied so casually.

The thin man asked, and left in an instant, because for some reason, the wind and snow outside were even greater, and even if he was draped in a quilt, he still couldn't stop the wind and cold.

And Hua Bo, who stayed inside, was sitting shirtless by the roaring fire at this time, holding a book upside down, and looking at it boredly while picking his nostrils.

The thin man walked along the road with a quilt, and gradually disappeared into the snowstorm, and finally he could not see it, and he did not know where he went.

In the dark room, Shaoqiu sat quietly reading a book, simmering some food for Hua Boxuan, otherwise, if it froze, it would not be a problem.

When I was halfway through the simmering, I realized that the firewood and grass were insufficient, and I couldn't simmer anymore, so I had to think of a way, otherwise, it would be impossible to simmer this pot of body-nourishing food.

There was only a little firewood left in the house, and this firewood and grass, inadvertently, had been completely burned by the flowers, and in a moment, the room became so cold that it was no longer possible to read so peacefully.

The flames in the fire were gradually extinguished, and the north wind blew in outside the window, and staying in it was no different than being in an empty and uninhabited place.

Hua Bo patted the dust on his body at this time, stood up, put on the single clothes hanging next to him, looked outside, and a bleak wind howled and blew, not to mention people at this time, even if it was some livestock, in the face of this cold and cold, it became cringe.

Because he didn't get the warmth of the fire, the room was cold, Shaoqiu had to lie on the bed, coughing from time to time, because he no longer had the strength to read, and his whole body was cold.

Hua Bo stood at the door, dressed quite thinly, did not dare to go out, with such an unbearable body to face this cold weather, it was obviously unwise, this was definitely not done by a smart person like Hua Bo, standing at the door at this time, just waiting for a person.

Suddenly, in the middle of nowhere, in the dim light, a figure gradually appeared, closer, closer.

This person is none other than the second fool, who suddenly appeared in front of Shaoqiu's door, holding a cotton coat in his hand, draped it on, and gradually left with Hua Bo, and in an instant, he disappeared without knowing where he went.

When Hua Bo left, he didn't close the door of the house, and bursts of strange winds kept pouring in, freezing people very unbearable, and even blowing out the fire, and the ashes were everywhere, and people kept coughing.

I wanted to lie down for a while, but if I didn't get up at this time and close the door of this house, it would be inappropriate, otherwise, the cold wind would blow this night, and the next day, would I still have someone?

After closing the door, Shaoqiu Fu lay on the bed, and he couldn't sleep at this time anyway, so he could only open his eyes and look at the scenery outside the window.

In the middle of the night, out of nowhere, someone roared, apparently bitten by a dog, probably bitten his thing or something, otherwise, it would not have made such a loud roar.

In an instant, the man cut his dog into several pieces, and then roared wildly, and the sound happened in front of Shaoqiu's house, the meaning was very obvious, but he wanted to kill him, otherwise, he still didn't know what to use to simmer this pot of dog meat.

Shaoqiu has no choice but to lie quietly in the room, facing everything outside, there is no way at this time, as a reader, he can only read poems and read books on weekdays, and other things are almost nothing.

The man shouted outside the door for a while, and at this time he had to find a firewood and grass, otherwise, it would be impossible to simmer this pot of dog meat.

With such a thought, the man rushed in, and Shaoqiu had already prepared at this time, because for everything about that person, although it cannot be said that he is like a god, he is also inseparable, and once he enters his own house, he will definitely fight to the death.

But the man wandered, and after a while, quietly disappeared, like a gust of wind, and disappeared nowhere.

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