But who ever thought, Zhao Siqing's voice just fell, Jiang Jingming then took a cigarette, carrying a thermos bucket to come over: "sister, have porridge."

Zhao Siqing wants to cry. If he doesn't come sooner or later, he will come now.

He looked at Jiang Jingming for a long time and said slowly, "I really thank you."

Jiang Jingming picked the tip of his brow and hung his son Lang: "you're welcome, aren't you?"

Huo Jingchen reached out to take the heat preservation barrel and walked to one side. In a deep voice, he said, "come here for me!"

Zhao Siqing's legs were a little weak. Turning to Jiang Jingming's smiling eyes, he said pitifully, "good brother, what's Huo Jingchen's phone number?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jingming took the smoke out of his mouth and chuckled out, "Gee, I say how ugly Jing Chen's face is."

"Please, help the children..." Zhao Siqing wanted to cry. He looked earnestly at Jiang Jingming and sneered at him. He took another sip of smoke and said slowly, "186xxxxxx..."

At this moment, Huo Jingchen was obviously impatient, and urged coldly, "Zhao Siqing, do you have to let me beat you?"

Zhao Siqing was carrying the number silently in his heart, and walked towards him quickly.

Huo Jingchen glanced at her without saying a word, took out the simple white porridge vegetables from the heat preservation barrel, placed them neatly on the stone beside, and then handed Zhao Siqing a spoon, whispered: "I can't get off my back after eating. I'll see how I clean you in the evening."

Zhao Siqing took a look at him and was in a panic.

For fear of forgetting the number, she didn't even dare to speak. She continued to recite his number while drinking some porridge.

Huo Jingchen went to one side and stopped the mountain wind for her, but he couldn't help lighting a cigarette and stood aside to smoke.

Zhao Siqing, under his gaze, bowed his head and ate it seriously, not even daring to speak.

Huo Jingchen saw that she had eaten more than half of them. He was afraid that she could not bear to eat too much.

With one hand holding the cigarette and the other taking away the bowl in front of her, murmured, "now back."

Zhao Siqing reluctantly looked at the bowl he had taken away, and knew that it would not be good to eat again.

She looked up at Huo Jingchen and recited: "186..."

After reciting, Zhao Siqing looked at him nervously for fear that he might accidentally remember the number wrong.

Huo Jingchen squinted, his eyes dim.

Zhao Siqing has no reason to panic, no Right?

She just had it on her back.

"When you have finished eating, go down the mountain." A few seconds later, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his mouth, Zhao Siqing quietly looked at his expression, but he could not see any emotion.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help thinking, this is Are you ok?

After cleaning up the warm-keeping toilet and handing it to the medical staff, Huo Jingchen leads Zhao Siqing to the wooden house where they stopped.

Walking all the way, Zhao Siqing was relieved to see that he didn't mention the phone number any more.

Until they stopped by the wooden house, Huo Jingchen looked at her and said to her in a warm voice, "wait for me here. I'll go in."

Zhao Siqing thought about it and nodded.

After Huo Jingchen left, Zhao Siqing turned his head and saw Jiang Jingming smoking not far away.

He put one hand in his pocket and the other hand was holding a cigarette. When he saw her, he raised his lips and smiled at her. He still looked like a monkey.

Zhao Siqing came forward to thank him. Jiang Jingming raised his eyebrows in surprise: "muddled through?"

"Well It's very dangerous. " Zhao Siqing nodded, a little afraid of it.

Hearing this, Jiang Jingming's smile deepened a little, and he didn't speak again.