Snow (2)

He slowly woke up from his sleep.

Then, you will be able to feel the wound on your chest.

The hook was headed for death, so the wound was very deep, and if it hadn't been bandaged immediately, it would have festered and rotted by now.

He tried to pneumatic the bullet with as little force as possible.

Leaning slightly against the wall, half straightened up, and couldn't help but look at the place where he was.

It was a humble hut, with nothing but the bed on which he lay and the burning fire.

What kind of person can live such a humble life?

Fortunately, the wooden house has not yet isolated people from the world, and there is still a window.

There is light, and it comes through the light.

He looked out, and the patches were white, and before he knew it, snowflakes were falling.

He has very little memory of snow.

I have always lived in the south, and even in the cold winter, there is very little snowfall.

Only for a year he stood under the snow.

The pure white, cold snow was stained with crimson blood, and he drew out the ghost's thorn, not caring about the death of his target.

That time, Lin Fan waited for him for a long time, and only smiled when he saw that he was okay.

The two of them got the first big money in their lives and walked side by side under the snow.

I found a hot shop, asked for a pot of fried beef tripe on the hanging stove, and asked for a bowl of haggis soup for everyone.

He even remembered that the bowl of soup was very light, and the hanging stove was not spicy enough, but it was warm enough, and his heart was hot when it was warm.

Lin Fan is gone.

This year's winter snow will probably no longer be hot.

He sighed silently, and there were hot droplets of water falling silently.

Just as he sighed, there was a muffled "pop", and the entire wooden door was also knocked down.

A round man seemed to roll and could enter the house.

This man has a round head, round eyebrows, round eyes, and a round mouth. God knows how to do it, even the lower half of the body is a round circle of legs.

The round man touched the snow above his head before looking into the house.

The room was so empty that there was nothing to see at all, and the round man looked at it for a long time, and was stunned for a long time before he seemed to see him.

The round man muttered and whispered.

"You, Meng Qingyi?"

He shook his head and didn't speak.

The round man blinked and smiled awkwardly.

"No wonder it's not the same as the last time we saw each other. ”

He remembered that the person who saved him was called "Quick Knife Qingyi", and suddenly he understood where he was.

I couldn't help but ask.

"What are you looking for Meng Qingyi?"

Yuanren touched his head innocently, a little cramped, as if embarrassed, and said.

"I'll say a word to Meng Qingyi. ”

He said.

"I don't know when I'll be back, so you might as well wait. ”

The round man shook his head, as if he was in a hurry, and his round feet couldn't help but kick on the spot.

"I can't wait, I can't wait, my aunt and grandmother are going to scold when I'm late. ”

He said.

"Then tell me what you say, and I will relay it for you. ”

The round man thought about it, as if he had suddenly forgotten, so he became anxious again, and began to pedal on the spot again. Suddenly, without taking a steady step, the whole person fell down, and then rolled out of the room like a ball.

He rolled in with the snow again, with a hearty smile on his face.

"I thought of it, I thought of it. ”

"On the day of the winter solstice, my aunt and grandmother will be in the sea of forget, and my aunt and grandmother miss Meng Qingyi. ”

He said.

"Do you want Meng Qingyi to go to Lihai on the day of the winter solstice and find your aunt?"

The round man listened to him understand what he meant, and clapped his hands happily.

"That's it, that's it. ”

He nodded.

"I'll tell you that. ”