It snowed heavily overnight, and the white expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, and a small mountain village in the northern mountains almost buried the snow. From a distance, only the faint outline of the village remains, and some of the leafless poplar trees are covered with heavy snow. The whole mountain village is so quiet, even the beasts, insects and birds are nowhere to be seen.

At the westernmost edge of the village, under a hillside, there is a small courtyard where only the stone walls can be seen. The two small low-rise bungalows inside were so buried by the snow that they could no longer see the windows and doors, and only one corner of the eaves was still upturned, and they were also covered with heavy snow.

On the small clay kang in the house, a young man slept, his body curled up. A bed of hand-woven white flower cloth on a blue background looks a little shabby. At this time, the small kang was no longer hot, and the room was very cold.

At this time, the person lying on the kang turned over, rubbed his eyes that had not yet woken up, opened his eyes and looked around, and felt that the light in the room was much darker than usual.

He was just over twenty years old, and he looked at the delicate facial features, high nose bridge, double eyelids, and a pair of big eyes. Even if you are lying in the quilt, you can see that the figure is about 1.8 meters when you look at it from the outside of the thin quilt.

The young man just looks very thin, and if he has some flesh on his face, he should not only look good, but be a handsome young man.

He lived alone in the house, and there was no furniture. There is a small kang table on the kang with dishes and chopsticks for eating. The leftovers from last night's meal were served in a big black bowl with a shiny black tile, and this big black bowl looked a little old.

On the wall side of the house, there is a large pile of dry branches, which are used to burn the kang. On the other side of the room, there was a square table with a long wooden bench next to it.

The table was also a little old, and the table top was still stained with a thick layer of grease. There were also two black bowls on the table. Next to the table, there is also a pot-bellied water tank, which contains a layer of ice on the surface, which shows that it is also very cold in this room.

There was nothing more in the room, except for a pile of broken boxes, broken bottles, broken crockpots and so on in the corner of the room, and there was barely anything to be seen.

But these things, as long as you have some discernment, you can see that the table against the wall is not ordinary. Even if the thick greasy covers the true face of the table, it can be seen from the carving of the table, some places where the red paint is rubbed off, it can be seen that the table is carved from mahogany, and the lines of the carving are beautiful and natural.

The person on the kang wrapped the quilt tightly. "Why is it so cold, I'm freezing to death, what the hell is this weather. "The young man on the kang was awakened by the cold.

The young man really felt cold, so he turned over and sat up, put on a black cotton jacket, and put on a pair of cotton pants, but he was still shivering with cold. I got off the kang and came to the door of the outer room.

He opened the door and saw that there it was. Oh my God, it was snowing so much, and before I went to bed last night, the sky was still just a little snowflake, so why was the snow so heavy that the door was blocked all night? Looking at the snow, I stood stupidly for a while, and then I could only sigh and close the door again.

Turned back to the house, sat on the edge of the kang, and was stunned for a while. So he went to the wall where the dry branches were piled up, took some firewood, put them one by one in the hole under the small kang, took some hay and stuffed it under the branches, took out the matches, and lit the flames.

Soon, the flames flared up, and even the branches of the tree burned, and the young man stood up again, took some firewood, and added it into the kang hole, and then felt that the room was warm.

Walking to the table, he picked up the big black bowl on the table and prepared to go to the water tank to scoop water and drink. But as soon as I scooped the water, I touched the ice in the tank, a thick layer, which was good, and the water could not be drunk.

He threw the bowl on the table in a fit of rage, and could only wait for the room to rise warmer and the ice melt. The house is much warmer now than it was at the beginning, and it shouldn't be long before you can drink water.

He came to the door of the house again, and opened the door again, and he saw clearly, the snow had basically blocked the door, leaving only a crack, and he could see a glimmer of the sky outside. The snow is no longer falling, and through this gap, the sun is shining in.

After taking a closer look at the situation, he went to the back of the door, found a shovel, and prepared to dig up the snow. He wants to get out, but if the snow is not dug up, he can't get out of this house.

He took out his shovel, and shoveled the snow on it several times, but he couldn't do anything about it, it should have frozen into ice. I dug underneath again, and the snow was loose and could be dug up, but what about the snow that was dug up, it couldn't be piled up in the house, right?

What should I do? After pondering for a while, he couldn't find a better way for a while, so he had to put away the shovel. When I returned to the house, I added some firewood to the kang hole.

Looking at the flickering flames, he shook his head helplessly, and picked up the cigarette pouch placed next to the pillow, which was embroidered with gold and silver thread on the peony. The lifelike peony embroidery implies wealth and auspiciousness.

This tobacco pouch is his beloved thing, he grabbed some tobacco, put it into the smoke pot, took out the kang hole to burn firewood, made a fire, lit the tobacco, took a few puffs hard, spit out a ball of smoke rings, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The stem of the cigarette pouch in his hand is made of wood, and although it is older, it is made of wild and fine rose branches. When I smoked, there was always a faint hint of rose fragrance in the smell of smoke, which did not fade with the passage of time.

This wisp of rose fragrance is the magic of this cigarette pouch, coupled with a pure gold smoke pot and a white jade cigarette holder, although it is not a rare treasure, it is also a rare thing. This item was left to him by his father.

Whenever he picks up this cigarette pouch, he naturally thinks of his parents, and this cigarette pouch carries his strong thoughts about his parents. The cigarette pouch was given to him by his parents when they were dying.

He never takes it out in front of outsiders, and only when no one is around, does he quietly take it out and take a few puffs of cigarette to express his thoughts about his parents.

"Could it be that I, the descendant of the Han family, I, Han Ye, have been so poor all my life? No, it is impossible to rely on what my parents left me. Not to mention that I still have the ability to do it, I will definitely not continue like this. ”

"I must get out of this mountain and go outside to make my own world. Han Ye said this to himself. But the snow in front of me was so heavy that the doors of the house were sealed.

Han Ye picked up the big black bowl again and knocked on the ice on the surface of the water tank, although the ice had melted a little, he couldn't get water. "This still makes people not alive, and they can't even drink a sip of water. ”