Chapter 197

Jiang Xuening asked, "do you want to move forward?"

Maybe they are lucky enough to fight with the sky and dare to go out before the snow closes the mountain, or maybe it doesn't snow very much and stops soon, which doesn't affect their journey.

But Xie Wei shook his head.

After looking forward for a long time, he didn't answer. He just turned around and walked back down the ridge.

Jiang Xuening stood at a high place and gazed at his back. He looked like a crane in the wild.

It's really too risky to travel in the face of the coming wind and snow.

It's not safe to find a place to rest.

If the snow is too heavy and it's raining for a long time, they will have to consider whether it's possible to freeze and starve.

Both are possible. Why did Xie Wei choose the latter?

She remembered that Xie Wei didn't like snow.

Is that all?

Light lock brow, stand a moment, Jiang Xuening eventually down doubt, follow him according to the original way back.

By this time, the clouds had spread.

The light in the mountains is not bright, and when it is covered by the haze, it is filled with an atmosphere of depression and uneasiness.

The leaves are still.

Insects and ants scramble on the surface of rotten leaves.

It took them a long time to find a cave at the foot of the mountain not far behind. There are traces of water erosion in the upstream of the mountain, and several stones fall at the entrance of the cave. After being blown for a long time by the wind, they melt at the touch of the outside.

It's only two feet deep and one foot wide.

It's only a little higher than Zhang Xu. In some places, it's relatively low. You have to bow your head to get through. It's a bit bumpy.

When Jiang Xuening cleaned up the rocks and lime soil in the cave, he found a few tufts of gray black hairs, such as those left by rabbits. He estimated that some small animals came in to take shelter from the rain when the wind and rain were heavy in the past.

They have taken up a lot of space.

But it's good.

When she went outside to find a lot of withered grass in late autumn and spread it on the ground, she thought that if they came later, they would fall into the net, and they would not have to find anything to eat.

Snow may stop after a while, or it may not stop for a long time. In any case, they are afraid of cold and hunger.

So after finishing the cave, Jiang Xuening collected branches and firewood everywhere.

And Xie Wei carried his bow and arrow to the mountains.

It was not until dark that Jiang Xuening saw him come out from the opposite mountain.

In his hand was a plucked pheasant, a peeled hare, and on the other side was a small roe, all on a bamboo pole.

His face was cold, and even his Taoist robe was stained with a lot of blood.

Jiang Xuening's eyelids can't help jumping: thanks for your good archery these days. You can hunt some wild animals in the mountains. But he used to love Jie, and he knew that she couldn't see blood, so he usually dealt with it on the spot after hunting wild animals, neither let her see it nor touch any blood on her body.

And now

She felt vaguely that something was wrong and was deeply shocked.

Xie Wei, however, had no reaction to the blood stains on his body. After putting the bamboo pole in wild clothes into the crack of the rock, he went out again. He broke a few clusters of leafy branches and piled them in the entrance of the cave. The right side of the wall was not particularly thick to block the wind and snow coming in.

Then sit down and make a fire.

The whole process, did not say a word.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt a kind of incomparable depression.

It doesn't come from the coming blizzard.

Just from the person in front of you.

She didn't say a word, just found a clean place opposite him, sat down, hugged her knees, and looked at him silently.

Night fell quietly.

The wind is howling outside.

The light in the cave became extremely dim.

Xie Wei's face was also blurred.

But the ringing flint began to shine.

His calm and cold outline then flickered up and down. For a moment, it was illuminated by a sudden flash, and for a moment, it fell into the darkness after the flash went out, as if in an endless tug. It wasn't until the spark fell on the dry grass and the orange flame slowly burned up that the darkness around him was gradually dispelled, illuminating the whole front of him, leaving only the unstable shadow on the rugged mountain wall behind him.

I don't know why, at the moment when the fire finally rose, Jiang Xuening quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Wei looks at her.

Instead, she looked out of the cave and exclaimed, "it's snowing!"

Finally it snowed.

The dark sky in the middle of the night is like a dark curtain, which is torn out by the claws of the wind. Thousands of snowflakes are thrown down, and the wind blows like goose feathers.

Some even fell on the branches piled up at the entrance of the cave.

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid it won't take me an hour to cover the mountain with silver.Jiang Xuening looked for a while, his heart was really heavy, but he pretended to laugh easily: "it seems that we are trapped here, temporarily can't go out."

She thought it was time for Xie Wei to turn to see the snow.

However, when she turned her head, Xie Wei's eyes still fell on her, deep silence, like a piece of snow blown into the cave by the wind.

He didn't take a look outside, but after seeing the reluctant smile on Jiang Xuening's lips disappear, he lowered his eyes again and added firewood to the fire.

Xie Wei's fingers are very beautiful.

Breaking a few branches as if with little effort, and then put them into the fire. There are not enough dry leaves licked by the fire, curled up, issued a small crackling sound.

The cave was suddenly quiet.

Jiang Xuening and he watched the fire and sat opposite each other. No one spoke again to break the silence.

The leaping flame burns deep in the pupil.

At this moment, there is a kind of ordinary.

In this secluded place, any language has lost its meaning. She and Xie Wei seem to have a tacit understanding. They have nothing to talk about or want to talk about.

Once in a while she added some firewood to the fire.

Thoughts seem to fly away, and all the bright and painful memories of far and near come in droves.

Jiang Xuening buries her face in her arms and looks at the burning flame. She feels that the previous busy fatigue comes up and gradually gives birth to some sleepiness.

I don't know when I closed my eyes.

In the confusion of consciousness, it seems to hear someone's suppressed cough.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was lying on the soft grass, with a blood stained robe on my shoulder. But Xie Wei, who was short of a robe, still sat facing the fire, holding half a slender branch between his fingers and looking at the fire.

Jiang Xuening thought that she was too kind.

Otherwise, how can you feel the tip of the nose slightly acid?

She opened her mouth to say something, but looking at Xie Wei's side face illuminated by the fire, she didn't say anything. She just got up, folded the robe and handed it back to him, saying: "thank you. Won't you get some sleep? "

Xie Wei then looked back at her and took over the robe, but did not put it on again.

The fingertips touch a little bit of temperature on the soft fabric.

For a moment, he wanted to ask: Jiang Xuening, do you believe there are demons wandering in the world? In the deserted city, in the empty snow night.

He dare not sleep.

The scientific name of the break in February is "epidemic mourning".