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Crash!

Scooping up the last scoop of water, Han Jiu put the scoop into the bucket, bent his body, put two large buckets of water on his shoulders, gritted his teeth and straightened up, and walked towards the village with difficulty.

It was the middle of winter, and it had just snowed heavily two days ago, the river was frozen, the sky and the earth were vast, and all eyes were white, stepping on the thick snow, Han Jiu was careful with his feet, and at the same time greeted the acquaintances who passed by from time to time.

When passing by the old tree at the head of the village that had been dead for many years, the thin young man named Han Jiu put down the burden on his shoulders, leaned on the trunk, wiped the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and exhaled a long white breath.

The north wind was cold, and the cotton clothes on his body were a little shabby, revealing a few small holes, leaking a lot of cotton, and the cold went straight into the holes mercilessly, penetrating into the muscles and bones, making Han Jiu shiver.

Rubbing his somewhat stiff hands, Han Jiu looked at the door not far away, as if he remembered something happy, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

After a moment's rest, he put two large buckets of water on his shoulders again, sniffed, and walked deep and shallow through the snow towards the village.

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After two teas, he stopped in front of a small house, pushed open the old courtyard door, picked up the bucket and walked in, turned around and closed the door, and placed the bucket under the eaves of the outer wall of the courtyard.

"Xiao Jiu is back?"

Xu heard movement in the courtyard, and a weak voice of questioning came from the house.

"I'm back, I'm back, fortunately Anfuquan isn't frozen, otherwise I would have to go to Wang Dashan's house to ask for some water. Hearing the familiar voice, Han Jiu's face flashed with joy, and he hurriedly responded loudly as he walked towards the house.

"Brother Fang, it's not over yet, why did you wake up so early today, wait a while, I'll go make breakfast." Han Jiu rubbed the tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, pushed open the door of the room, and smiled as he closed the door.

But the next moment, a burst of aroma of food suddenly penetrated into his nose, Han Jiu's hand on the door bolt suddenly stiffened, and after being stunned for a moment, he turned around in some astonishment, but saw that the simple wooden table was covered with food, red and green, quite sumptuous, and the roast chicken in the middle was shining with a golden luster, which was extremely conspicuous.

At the wooden table, a pale-faced and handsome young man in a white shirt smiled slightly at the moment, looking at him with a gentle face.

Some couldn't believe his eyes, and after rubbing them for a long time, Han Jiu was sure that what was in front of him was not an illusion, and said in surprise: "Brother Fang, is your leg okay?"

"Well, I woke up this morning feeling good, and when I got out of bed, I found that I was able to walk. The young man in white smiled mildly and pointed to the food on the table, "I bought it for you at the town market this morning, you went to fetch water early in the morning, you are hungry, eat it while it is hot." ”

His heart was completely immersed in the joy of the young man's legs recovering, and Han Jiu didn't even have time to think about where the money for the roast chicken came from, so he let out a heavy "um" and sat down at the table with great joy, burying his head in eating.

"Xiao Jiu, I've been here for a few months too, right?"

Suddenly, the voice of a young man came from his ears, Han Jiu left one of the chicken legs of the roast chicken, tilted his head and thought about it, nodded and said, "Well, I went back to Brother Fang on the street The day it was winter, no more, no less, exactly three months." ”

It was probably too hungry, and he hadn't eaten such a sumptuous meal for a long time, after Han Jiu finished speaking, he hurriedly stuffed the roast chicken into his mouth, and after taking a few bites, he put it down with satisfaction, moved the whole plate of roast chicken to the young man in white, and said with a smile, "Brother Fang, your legs are just right, these are all yours, make up for your body." ”

The young man in white smiled dumbly when he heard this, shook his head slightly, and pushed the roast chicken back in front of the young man, and said with a smile: "I have already eaten it, you just need to fill your stomach." ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Han Jiu, who had been obedient to the young man in white for several months, had no doubt when he heard this, and suddenly realized, "I said, this is roast chicken, no wonder Brother Fang can still hold back and not eat, it turns out that he has already eaten enough." ”

Lifting the chopsticks and stuffing a large mouthful of rice into his mouth, Han Jiu didn't swallow it in a hurry, added another mouthful of food, and chewed it slowly, with a happy smile on his little face.

Seeing this, the young man in white smiled with satisfaction, but he was inexplicably stunned in his heart, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed softly.

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Three months ago, he was caught in a spatial rift, and when he woke up, he found himself lying in the snow on the street of a small mountain town.

At that time, the heavy snow covered the mountain, the street was dead and silent, and there was no one for half a day, only the fluffy snow fell on the face, and the cold wind howled, which was cold to the bone.

The spiritual power in his body could not be mobilized, Fang Nan could only quietly look at the vast sky, and as time passed, his consciousness gradually lost, and the vitality in his body was slowly dissipating.

Until the stubborn young man in front of him, whose parents died, passed by, and walked five or six miles on his back and returned to his home.

And Fang Nan's consciousness was also blurred on the way to the other party's house with the shaking of the young man's shoulder.

When he regained consciousness, he was already lying under the covers, and the boy slept in front of the window, holding a steaming towel in his hand, and his face was full of haggardness.

At this time, he didn't know that he was extremely lucky to survive in the spatial crack and was saved by the young man in front of him.

And not long after he woke up, the young man also seemed to be aware of it, woke up from his dream, looked at himself who woke up, and couldn't hide his excitement and said a lot of words, but Fang Nan was then surprised to find that he couldn't even understand a word.

You must know that the southeastern countries have the same language, and the language is only a slight difference in accent, even if it is the Qi country, which is the farthest away from the Jin country, you can understand most of it, and it will never be like this.

Horrified in his heart, Fang Nan only thought about it for a moment and realized that this time he was afraid that he had passed through the spatial rift and came to a place outside the Twelve Southeast Kingdoms.

Seeing Fang Nan's confused face, the young man named Han Jiu also seemed to see something, and was only responsible for taking good care of Fang Nan in the following time, and didn't ask anything more.

It wasn't until a month later that Fang Nan, who was still lying on the bed with weak limbs, suddenly found that the aura in his body began to slowly recover, and his soul power was able to be used subsequently, so he was able to communicate with the young man with the help of spiritual induction. (To be continued.) )