She really doesn't want to die. The 22-year-old girl is the same age as Jiaohua. Even if her family has a father and mother, she still has boundless nostalgia for the world.
Pang Yi's eyes looked at Xiao an's trembling body. For a while, he took out a pad from his arms, handed it to him, and said in a deep voice, "don't cry."
Xiao'an inhaled her nose. Her tears and snot crossed her face. She didn't want to look up, so she lowered her head and reached out to take the cotton pad from pangyi's hand. She wiped it on her face. The pad was not as fragrant as the one from her daughter's house. It had a light fragrance on it. It was a little like the smell of pine and cypress. If you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it Come on, but as soon as I smell it, the smell of the share can penetrate people's hearts and lungs.
The tea was boiling again. Pang Yi took the teapot off the shelf, poured out a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Xiao an's face. Seeing that she finally raised her head, Pang Yicai said again, "I won't make it tonight. I'll stay here."
"Here?" Small an's private look at the wild and lonely snow field, a face of ignorance, "here? How do you sleep? "
Yes, it's so cold and in the wild. It's a question whether you can wake up. Even if you wake up, it's strange if you don't get cold and get sick.
"It's OK. I'll set up my tent. It's on fire outside. It won't be cold." It seems that he saw Xiao an's worry. Pang Yi explained to her and walked to the carriage with his feet raised. He took the blanket and tent down from the carriage and set up the tent.
Looking at the thin tent and only two quilts, little an's face was worried. Ningguta was too cold. The wind was strong at night. She just thought it wasn't cold in front of the campfire, but she still felt cold in the back. How cold was it? How could she sleep?
"You Why do you set up your tent like this? " Looking at pangyi who first set up a tent, and then set up another tent directly outside the tent, xiao'an looked at the double-layer tent, and was stunned, "how can a tent be used? We two... "
Pang Yi looks at Xiaoan's flustered face and says to her, "you sleep in the tent."
"And you?" "Where do you sleep?" asked pangyi in a small voice
"The wind is too strong, and the ignition is not safe. I have to watch." Pang Yi continues to work on setting up the tent. After setting up the tent, he goes in quickly. He spreads a thick layer of firewood on the ground and a straw mat. Then he spreads a quilt on it, shakes off the other one and puts it on it. After collecting it, he comes out again. He rubs his hands and says to xiao'an, "in Go to sleep. "
"You You don't sleep all night? " Little Ann's heart is a little bit impatient, but there is no way. She thinks about it, and then solemnly says to Pang Yi, "I'll sleep first. In the second half of the night, you wake me up, and then I'll change your vigil, and you can sleep in the tent."
Pang Yi looks at her prim face, and can't help holding her lips and nodding her head: "Cheng, I'll ask you to get up and change me later."
"That's settled." At present, xiao'an holds a handful of snow and wipes his face. Then he takes off his shoes and goes into the tent, shouting cold. The firewood under him is high, low, deep and gentle. He is not even. Xiao'an is grinning and barking for a long time. Finally, he finds a suitable place. Then he falls asleep.
Pang Yi listened to the strange screams coming from the tent. He couldn't help but hook his lips and smile. At a glance, he saw the embroidered shoes embroidered with red plum blossom in front of the tent, and the socks stuffed inside. His eyes were sluggish. The embroidered shoes were obviously wet. The yuan Pink upper was more than half wet. It's no wonder that young an Shi had been shouting cold in the carriage just now.
Pang Yi looked at the embroidered shoes for a long time, then reached out and picked up the embroidered shoes and put them in front of the campfire to bake.
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Jiasheng: the fourth day of the first month of the thirty third year.
Ningguta.
Zhong Mingwei is suffering from a cold wind. It's the first time since he arrived at Ninggu tower. I don't know if it's because he hasn't been ill for a long time. Zhong Mingwei is a little sick this time. He has been confused for two days.
Why did Zhong Mingwei catch the cold?
It also has to say about yesterday's bath. The window in the bedroom was broken. It was not closed tightly. Zhong Mingwei found a piece of wood to block it. He was OK all the time. On the day when he rushed to take a bath, the window was suddenly blown open by the wind.