In the late autumn of the desert, the cold hits. Xiaoqian helped the injured Ji Xiaoniang and walked at the bottom of the cliff. For a person who lives in the desert all year round, Xiaoqian has become accustomed to this difficult and bitter life.

For her, the hardships of childhood and the loneliness of adulthood have further exercised her tenacious will. For Ji Xiaoniang, who has been living in the south of the Yangtze River, especially in the warm Shu region in autumn and winter, the torture of injury and the unadaptability of water and soil make it difficult for her to adapt.

Xiao Qian simply carried her forward with difficulty. In the desert, water, and food are precious. Xiaoqian sometimes digs up the roots of the grass for Ji Xiaoniang to chew and replenish the limited water.

Sometimes dig a deep pit for Ji Xiaoniang to hide in it to resist the cold of the night. The two trudged hard.

Ji Xiaoniang is always worried about Wang Yun's safety. A few days later, the two finally arrived at the river.

A shallow river, clear and visible. Smooth pebbles, washed silently by the river. Xiao Qian said excitedly: I have water to drink.

There is water to drink. Let's follow the direction of the current and walk along the river. Where there is water, animals come and drink, we can hunt, and there is meat to eat.

Ji Xiaoniang also laughed happily. These days of getting along, she deeply likes Xiaoqian, a friend.

She felt very warm, this kind of friendship is the purest and most holy friendship in the world. She thought in her heart that with such a friend, she would be willing to do anything for her in the future

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