Chapter 293： Expect a lot of things, but none of them happen

Chapter 293 Expecting a lot of things, but none of them will happen

Song Moting went to borrow the tractor from the team.

I want to take my luggage to the county seat.

The suitcases are packed, there are quite a few boxes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was huddled in the back of the tractor, wrapped in a military coat, and Song Moting was leaning next to her.

I waved to everyone and left in the light snow.

Jia Shu waved her hands with tears in her eyes.

Gradually the figures disappeared.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat in the back, leaning against Song Moting's arms. The cold wind mixed with the snowflakes was getting bigger and bigger.

This is the first snow here this year.

It looks like there will be a heavy snowfall.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was a little worried.

The mountain road is rugged and the tractor is stumbling along.

The tractor driver was there cursing.

With this terrible weather, if it hadn't been for the captain's arrangements, he could have stayed in a warm bed at home, but now he had to brave the wind and snow to send someone off.

He estimated that it would take him at least five hours to drive them to the county town, and it was very likely that they would not be able to return at night.

I'm afraid I have to refuel in the county town.

Thanks to the captain for writing the note.

…

Jiang Xiaoxiao coldly put his hand on his mouth to breathe.

I feel a little secretly regretful about why I didn’t cook some hot meals yesterday and put them in my own space.

The space has the function of preserving freshness. It looks the same when you put it in, and it looks the same when you take it out.

If nothing else works, just thinking about the hot buns will make you feel warm.

Song Moting put her hand under his armpit, which instantly warmed Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart.

His body temperature warmed her cold hands. She didn't really touch his skin. He also had a fleece and sweater on him.

“We’ll be there soon, hold on, or I’ll give you my coat.”

Song Moting looked at Jiang's small face worriedly. The weather was not good today.

Strong winds and heavy snow prevented them from catching up.

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook his head, "No, I'm not cold!"

Just kidding, what kind of weather is this? If he wore Song Moting's coat, Song Moting would freeze to death.

What are you afraid of when it gets cold for a while?

“Where have we been?” She changed the subject and her own attention.

“Still halfway up the mountain!”

Song Moting looked around. The tractor was moving slowly and the mountain road was still steep. For safety reasons, their speed was not much faster than a snail.

She looked around and saw a huge mountain peak that looked like it was wearing a white hat.

Her heart was beating fast and she took a breath. The mountain road was steep. She really didn't expect the weather to be so serious. It just happened.

In this case, it is very likely that they will slip down the steep mountain road if they are not careful.

She returned to her seat and stared at the mountains.

There was still some distance between them, but their size was such that they seemed to be crouching in front of her, like giant prehistoric monsters, waiting for her to approach and then pounce.

I felt a little flustered.

I don’t know why, but I’m just worried.

Song Moting patted her shoulder comfortingly.

Go back and ask the tractor master.

“Master, if it really doesn’t work, is it still too late for us to go back?”

Master shook his head.

“We are halfway up the mountain now, so we don’t care whether we are going straight or not. Going back and going down the mountain are actually the same. The distance is almost the same, and it is difficult to turn around. Let’s just leave it like this. I hope the snow will stop soon.”

“Grandma’s, your uncle!”

The tractor master gritted his teeth and said something. He moved his hands quickly and tried to readjust the handrails. The tractor remained stable. They were too close to the cliff. If the tractor went down, they would plunge directly into the bottom of the cliff.

The tractor apparently lost control.

Below is a landscape of strong contrasts.

The boulders on the cliffs and the dense forests are now covered with white snow. The white snow in the peripheral vision is dazzling, and the shadows are so dark.

The outline of the mountain peak is steep and jagged, and then drops steeply into an almost vertical cliff.

There is no place even slightly flat.

If you dive in head first, it's almost impossible for anyone to notice.

Jiang Xiaoxiao could not move or breathe.

Deep fear and helplessness left her body paralyzed and unable to make a sound.

She can't help or change the situation.

She couldn't even scream and could only wait to die.

They are going to die.

She saw no chance of escape.

Within minutes, maybe seconds, they would smash against the snow-covered rocks of the mountain wall.

Or submerged in the woods.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still and they seemed to be floating in the air, as if the tractor did not obey the laws of gravity.

Perhaps the cliff is playing a cat-and-mouse game with them, giving them a little unreasonable hope before taking it away.

“Xiaoxiao, hold on to me.”

Dimly, she heard Song Moting's words, and he was pulled into a hug, and then cursed fiercely, silently fighting against the inevitable fate.

The tractor descended steeply from the mountain wall at a strange angle, which suddenly made her heart jump into her throat. She closed her eyes tightly and did not see the hard mountain wall rushing towards them.

Song Moting hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly and grabbed everything that could support him.

The tractor rolled to the right, the movement making people dizzy and nauseous, Jiang Xiaoxiao swallowed convulsively.

Because of fear, I can’t even feel anything else, and my nerves are on the verge of collapse.

After a few minutes, the tractor returned to its normal state, but swayed rapidly from side to side and rushed downwards.

Her eyes opened suddenly, unable to focus for a moment.

Her vision narrowed, her vision blurred, and her chest hurt. She found herself holding her breath. She tried to exhale, inhaled oxygen, and then exhaled and inhaled again.

Now she could see more clearly, she saw Song Moting's chest.

He was all she could see, as if his image were magnified and everything else was hazy.

She saw the squareness of his forehead, the tense muscles due to hard grasping, the glistening sweat, and even the curvature of his eyelashes and the new stubble.

A painful thought passed through her mind.

Will he be the last person she sees?

She took another deep breath.

She would die with him, the man who loved her most, her husband.

At least she had someone who cared about her by her side when she died. Is this considered lucky or unlucky?

She felt deeply sad for both of them.

Her thoughts were broken and far away, and her attention was attracted to him.

He is...He is...What is he doing?

So vivid, vivid and unbelievable, Song Moting was controlling the tractor with one hand. The driver did not know when there was no one around. During the rolling process, the driver was likely to be thrown off.

The tractor is now unmanned.

Song Moting was using his ruthless determination, and perhaps all the knowledge he knew, to try his best to control the tractor to stay steady and not to change direction.

“Hold on,” he snapped.

"I'm trying to keep us from colliding with the mountain wall. Just sliding into the trees is better than hitting the mountain, but we may not be able to do it."

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt like his head was like a ball of mud and he could hardly think.

so what?

But she drove away the dangerous fog that shrouded her mind, tightly grasped the steel plate of the tractor, and leaned her head back against the bucket of the tractor. She closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to witness the coming death, but she could I felt the tractor tilt this way and that.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought helplessly, if the result was the same, why would Song Moting bother so much?

Is there a difference between hitting a mountain and hitting a tree?

Diesel will also catch fire and explode, and they will die as well.

With a sense of resignation, she waited, waiting for the fatal collision, waiting for the moment of fate's judgment.

She hoped her death would not be too painful.

She hopes their bodies will be found quickly so relatives and friends don't have to endure a lengthy search.

She expected...she expected many things, but none of them happened now.

(End of this chapter)