Chapter 26 Chapter Eleven Tenderness

In the end, the carriage was arranged in an empty room sheltered from the wind in the post station, so Xiao Huan didn't have to get out of the carriage to sleep peacefully. After discussing with Su Qian and Shi Yan what to do, I returned to the car, Xiao Huan's breath was soft and peaceful, and he was sleeping soundly. His face was half buried in the shadows, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyelashes were safely closed together, and slightly curled up. His gaze remained on his face longingly, the candle sizzled, and the candle flame froze, without shaking at all, as if time had stood still.

My eyes were fixed on his face, and I didn't want to move away. He was sleeping so soundly that he almost passed out. It suddenly occurred to me that it was only natural for him not to notice that Hong Qing was secretly sending messages to me. Given his current situation, it would be very difficult for him to stay awake even for a short while every day, let alone observe the situation around him in detail. yes. I can't even maintain my mind, and I struggle to live every moment. Isn't it tiring to live like this? After hesitating for a while, I stood up and walked gently in front of him. After kneeling down, I bent down and pressed my lips gently on his lips. His lips were soft and had a slightly cool body temperature.

He was unconscious and still lethargic. I lay beside him with my clothes on, my head lightly resting on the edge of the quilt, I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, the car was already leaving, and the carriage was shaking slightly as it was moving. I opened my eyes, only to find that I was pillowed on a soft cushion made of silver fox fur, and my body was also warm. Someone had helped me cover me with a collar of lynx fur. I sat up and saw Xiao Huan on the other side of the carriage, wearing a snow fox cloak, leaning over the small table writing something by the light that had been turned on.

The carriage was a little bumpy, he coughed slightly, held the paper with one hand, stared at the pen, and wrote very slowly. This moment was really lazy and comfortable. I lay down on my side and looked at him with my arms propped up: "Master, has anyone told you that you look good?" He stopped writing and turned his head to look at me, with a faint mist in his deep pupils, and smiled: "Why do you ask this?" I shook my head: "Xiao Qianqing is so beautiful, but when you stand with him, it makes people feel that they don't know whether to look more at him or at you. Doesn't that mean, You look good too?"

He seemed amused: "I haven't noticed such a thing." I raised my eyebrows: "Huh? How could I not have noticed it?" As I spoke, I suddenly remembered: "By the way...we met for the first time in Jiangnan, and the first thing I said to you was, who are you? No. The second sentence is, you look really good-looking." Saying so, I couldn't help laughing: "At that time, my eyes almost stuck to your face, don't you look like a womanizer?" He smiled and shook his head: "It's not a womanizer. I was thinking at the time, this little girl's opinion, is it that I am eating something, and she is going to swallow me in one mouthful?"

I laughed out loud: "It's almost like swallowing people, isn't it a womanizer?" After I finished speaking, I stopped and smiled: "Master, speaking of which, you are the first good-looking man I have seen, so I am more infatuated with you, right?" He was a little surprised by what I said, said "um", smiled and didn't speak again. I sat up and raised my head to look at him: "Master... let's have sex again, shall we?" He looked up abruptly, stunned. I looked at him and smiled: "You came this time... because you wanted to die, right? This year, I have been lying to the outside world that I am pregnant, but you also know that I am not pregnant with your child .If you can't go back this time, I think at least I can leave a little blood for the Suzaku branch of the Xiao family."

His expression didn't change, he was still silent. Just when I thought he would not agree, he suddenly said: "Okay." He smiled, his face was still as white as snow, and there was a faint warmth on the corner of his lips, "I'm not used to it during the day, can I do it at night?" "Yes," I quickly replied, "anytime." He smiled again, stopped talking, turned his head and picked up the brush on the table, and continued to write very slowly on the rice paper on the desk. Just after writing a few strokes, his hand holding the pen trembled, and his shoulders shrugged slightly , Spit a mouthful of blood on the paper.

The dark red blood smeared quickly on the snow-white rice paper, different from the purple-black gore he often coughed up, this blood was actually pure red, as bright as vermilion, eye-catching and coquettish. I was so frightened that my whole body went cold, and I hurried over to help him: "Master, what's wrong?" He shook his head, coughed lightly and smiled: "It's okay." He rolled up the rice paper stained with blood on the table and threw it aside, still smiling, "It's a pity that this paper has to be rewritten again." He was smiling, I don't know why, but looking at his indifferent smiling face, I felt a tightness in my chest.

Seeing that the ink in several inkstones was about to solidify, I hurriedly added water to grind them. He supported Xiaoji to recuperate for a while, took out a new sheet of paper from the small shelf embedded in the car wall beside him, and spread it on the table.I held up the ground ink, and he dipped in the ink, coughing lowly, and started writing again stroke by stroke. He was writing about various situations in Fenglai Pavilion, from the total number of money houses and silver shops in Fenglai Pavilion to the temperament and hobbies of the hall masters and altar masters in the pavilion. Zhang Xuan paper, has been writing for two or three hours.He coughed badly twice during the period, and I told him to take a rest, but he always shook his head with a smile.

After he finished writing and fell asleep, it was afternoon, and the snow kept falling. Our carriages and horses were not moving fast. We stopped for a while at a post station at noon, and continued on our way. There were two more ambushes along the way, but the assassins in these two ambushes were not very expert, and the level of the assassins did not improve much, so they were quickly calmed down, and Xiao Huan was not alarmed at all. Walking like this, we came to another town before dusk. The car stopped in front of the post station, Xiao Huan was resting, I got out of the carriage and found Su Qian.

This woman looked me up and down, and said: "It's fine to sleep with Master at night, and even get tired of being with Master during the day, are you really just the disciple of the pavilion master?" Up to now, everyone knows the identity of the master and disciple, but it is just a joke. But if Xiao Huan and I didn't have this identity to cover up, we wouldn't know how to face each other. I forced a smile: "He hasn't eaten anything all day, help me find a casserole, and I'll make some porridge." Su Qian didn't entertain me anymore, she turned around and left. After I got the casserole, I went to the post station to find a small charcoal stove, and put the casserole half filled with clear snow water on the charcoal fire. to the pot. The flames in the small red clay stove jumped, and the fragrance of rice grains slowly overflowed from the lid of the pot. There was a shadow beside her, and at some point, Su Qian also sat down on the low stool by the small stove: "How is the pavilion master today?" I shook my head: "I still coughed and vomited blood once." Su Qian sighed: "Actually, it's better if you come here. When you didn't come, no matter how poor your health was, he never let anyone else enter the carriage." I looked at the glowing red flames, hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "What's wrong with Brother Xiao's eyes?" Su Qian smiled: "I thought you didn't see it." "I didn't pay attention at first, but I saw it later," I smiled, "It's so hard to even write a word." "In the few days before you went to the capital, from time to time you couldn't see clearly what was in front of you," Su Qian replied, "Mr. Li said it was the result of poisonous gas erosion, and it would become more and more serious." I responded softly, no wonder those deep pupils always seem to be covered with a layer of light mist, no wonder when he looked at me these two days, he always had to look at me with great difficulty. Su Qian said suddenly: "I used to be a disciple of the Tianshan School." Last time in the palace, Li Mingshang said that she was someone from the Tianshan old monster. Although I was a little strange at the time, I didn't ask in detail. Now that she mentioned it by herself, I listened carefully. "The disciples of the Tianshan School have to fight with their fellow sects since they were young. If they are too weak, they will be killed." Su Qian's voice was not ups and downs, as if she was talking about other people's affairs, "I really don't like it there, just I escaped, but was recognized as a disciple of the Tianshan sect, and was hunted down by people from the Central Plains Wulin. It was the pavilion master who rescued me. At that time, the pavilion master was still alone. After he woke me up, he looked at me in a daze for a long time , then asked me if I want to be the master of the rivers and lakes with him." Xiao Huan was supposed to be accumulating his own strength at that time to fight against the forces of Lingbi Sect. Su Qian was probably the first person he subdued. Su Qian said, twitching the corners of her lips: "Of course I want to answer. The disciples of the Tianshan School all admire the strong. The pavilion master is the only person I have ever met who might be better than my mother." Seeing my surprised look, she said: "The Tianshan old monster is my mother, but even if I am her daughter, I am no different from an ordinary disciple on Tianshan, and I have to kill my fellow disciples to gain status. " "Without the pavilion master, there would be no Su Qian today." She said, standing up and looking down at me, "So you have to remember that the pavilion master is not yours alone now, it is best not to let him Something went wrong with you." This threat is really serious, I smiled and nodded: "Okay, I know." When the porridge was ready, I put the rice porridge into a wooden bowl and got into the carriage with the bowl in hand. I put the bowl on the small table in the car, hugged Xiao Huan's shoulders, and helped him sit up. Being supported by me, his eyelashes moved, he opened his eyes and coughed a few times, and smiled at me: "Cang Cang, is it getting late?" "It's still early." Seeing that he looked okay, I helped him lean on the quilt, picked up the bowl and smiled narrowly, "Master, you just ask if it's getting late. Could it be that you can't wait any longer?" He was slightly taken aback, coughed lowly and smiled: "If you think it's okay, you can start now." Not even blushing and shy, so frankly start now?My face suddenly became hot, and I coughed, "I have to let you eat something first," I said and blinked at him, "I said, you are so weak, you won't pass out halfway, right? I will be embarrassed .” He coughed and chuckled, "I'll do my best." Do your best?Is there no other meaning in these words?My face is getting hotter and hotter...how could he take the opportunity with just a few words?Now I'm the one who's at a loss? calm!I secretly took a breath, with a bright smile on my face: "Since the pavilion master said so, I am relieved." Not daring to think about teasing him with words, she quickly moved the porridge bowl in front of him: "Eat some porridge." He frowned slightly, seeing the rotten porridge in front of him, he still had no appetite, coughed and said, "Put it down." I put it down, this porridge must be left to cool and thrown away. I didn't care about him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, cooled it, put it to my lips to try it, and felt that the temperature was moderate, and sent it to his lips: "Eat a little, don't force it." He just bowed his head and took a bite. I wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and fed him the porridge. I smiled: "Is it still palatable? What do you want to eat? Just plain porridge like this? Or would it be better with some seasoning?" He was a little surprised: "You cooked the porridge?" I looked up and smiled: "How about it, isn't the workmanship good?" He nodded and smiled: "It can still be handled." I laughed and pushed the medicine bowl in front of him: "I have to take this too!" A trace of panic flashed across his face that he couldn't hide in time—as expected, he was most afraid of suffering. Seeing that he finally drank the bowl of medicine with a frown, I put away the two bowls and washed them outside, then brought in the hot water and wipes I had prepared earlier, put down the basin, and watched Looking at him, he smiled: "Do you take it off yourself or should I take it off?" He froze for a moment, shook his head lightly, and soon began to untie his clothes by himself, lowering his eyelashes while undoing, his face was still slightly flushed. I held back my laughter, soaked the white cotton cloth in hot water, scalded it thoroughly, picked it up and wrung it until it was half dry, then started from the neck, and wiped his body little by little. Whoever wiped his body for him asked: "Who wiped your body for you a few days ago?" He didn't understand why I asked, and replied in a low voice: "I myself, Shi Yan will help." I suddenly thought of something: "Shi Yan has followed you since you were very young, before you took the throne?" He nodded: "Shi Yan is the companion sent by my father to practice martial arts with me, we are always together." I wrung the cloth viciously, this seemingly honest Shi Yan actually took so much advantage of Xiao Huan quietly. I wiped his body carefully, and my face gradually started to have a fever. His skin was smooth under the light, and his body was perfect, except for the scar on his chest.The ferocious and slender one was left when I stabbed him back then. That is, since then, the misunderstanding between the two of us has become deeper and deeper... Except for the short sweetness, it is all painful memories. So what I'm asking for now... is actually not too much, right? I also untied my own clothes and washed them with clean water. I turned around and leaned on his chest. I gently touched his collarbone, Adam's apple, chin, and jawbone with the tip of my nose, and finally stopped on his chest. By the earlobe, she smiled silently: "My nose is a bit cold." He nodded slightly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I took a deep breath: "Shall we begin?" He nodded again, gently, as if afraid of breaking something. My hands hugged his back tightly, and his chest was faintly warm with indifference. Without any further hesitation, I raised my head and pressed his lips, my tongue blended together, my breath gradually became thinner, my heart was beating like a clatter, and every beat seemed to rush out of my chest. Hands frantically moved across his chest, all the way down. The wrist was caught by him, and his eyes were covered. Under the deep pupils covered with mist, there was a starry night-like brilliance, filling the entire field of vision. The body was slowly laid flat, his cool fingertips touched the neck, moved down slightly, and the loose long hair spread over my shoulders. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he kissed lightly down my neck, like fine sunlight, with little ripples, warming up my whole body. Hugging his body, I smiled, my voice seemed to be on fire, a little hoarse: "Are you tired?" He didn't speak, but inserted his fingers into my hair and gently held me in his arms. Even the corners of my eyes became moist. I tightened my arms and hugged his neck. Every time I hugged him, I would tremble, as if uncontrollable, my body began to tremble, as if my soul was trembling too. I was so afraid of losing him, no matter which time, I was so afraid. Pressing my face tightly against his chest, the scars on his chest are bumpy against my cheeks, smiling lightly and closing my eyes, at this moment, except for the sound of his and my breathing, everything in the world is quiet Yes, even the heavy snow falling outside the car made no sound at all. Only the thin warmth in the embrace expands bit by bit, slowly enveloping the body and mind, filling this silent space, it is infinitely large. Can this silent snowy night last longer? I slowly opened his eyes in his arms, and kissed his closed eyes, he frowned slightly, still asleep. The affair last night was actually very gentle, but he was extremely tired and had been sleeping deeply. I got up and walked to the car door. It was really quiet outside the door. I poked my head out from the leather curtain, and the snowflakes fell coolly on the tip of my nose. As far as I could see, there was a boundless snowy field extending to the sky. There is no one, except for the sound of snowflakes falling and the sound of horses grazing grass, the empty and deserted snow field is peaceful. We are not outside the post station in that town, nor are we on the way to Bogda Peak. I don't know where this is. I just asked Su Qian last night to take us to the deepest part of the Gobi Desert with enough food and fodder for the horses after Xiao Huan fell asleep. The falling snowflakes can best eliminate the traces. So far, the ruts we left along the way have disappeared without a trace. The desert is the best hiding place. Even the most powerful tracking masters can hardly find it in such a vast Gobi. Find us, and the most necessary water source problem for survival in the desert, because the snow all over the ground happens to be easily solved. Su Qian and the others will use another carriage to pretend that Xiao Huan is still there, and continue to head towards Bogda Peak to attract all the attacks, while Xiao Huan and I will rest comfortably in this place until the heavy snow stops and the water source disappear. I raised my lips and smiled silently, for a long, long time, as long as the snow doesn't stop, I can be with him, for days and nights, tens of hours, countless moments, for a long, long time. A rustling sound came from behind. Xiao Huan seemed to have finally woken up. He came to the door and stretched out his hand to lift the leather curtain: "It's so quiet, haven't you set off yet?" I didn't look back, I pushed his hand back domineeringly: "It's cold outside, don't come out." He suddenly understood a little, and stretched out his hand again: "Cang Cang, this is not outside the station, where are we?" I then pressed his hand back: "I said it's cold outside, don't come out! From now on, you are my male favourite, so don't have any objections!" I raised my head, looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Xiao, why do you think that such cold snowflakes are floating so quietly, but you feel that they are very gentle, like falling from the sky?" The gentleness that falls down is rich and warm." The large sandstone stands alone on the Gobi Desert, and our carriage stops behind the sheltered rocks. Curly white smoke rises, rising slowly in the falling snowflakes, I turn over the meat skewers grilled on the charcoal fire - this is already the fifth skewer. We stocked all kinds of ingredients in our wagon, and I even found a few fresh cuts of meat. So I lit a charcoal fire and skewered the cut lamb kebabs with bamboo skewers. The first few skewers were either too old or too hard, and the food could not be wasted, so I swallowed them all. It slowly turned golden, and the delicious meaty smell wafted out, and finally there was hope for success. The leather curtain of the carriage behind him was lifted, and Xiao Huan's voice was filled with laughter: "Have you had enough of your meat addiction? Is my pen easy to use?" While flipping through the meat, I snorted disdainfully: I can’t find something to skewer meat, you little guy, so I dismantled one of his writing brushes and whittled it into a bamboo stick. Is it worth remembering so much?Although it is a Huzhou Zizhu Langhao pen. I muttered in my heart, my subordinates were not slow at all. I saw glistening oil droplets dripping from the meat skewers at a glance. I picked up the salt and seasoning and sprinkled it on, and turned it over again, and it was done. I took a bite first, and the taste was so fresh and tender that I almost swallowed it with my tongue. I hurriedly carried the meat skewers, and ran over to hand them to Xiao Huan like offering treasures: "This skewers are delicious, take a bite!" He smiled: "The oil is hot, be careful not to hurt your hands." After speaking, he opened his mouth and tore off a piece of meat diagonally, chewing slowly. I couldn't help laughing at his elegant eating appearance that could be looked up at any time. He looked at me, and waited until the chunks of meat in his mouth had been swallowed before asking, "What's wrong?" I almost closed my eyes from laughing: "Suddenly I remembered, last winter at Kummer's place, it was really difficult for you to pretend to be someone like Zhao Fugui. It was very hard to pretend to be rude, right?" He also smiled: "It's the least noticeable if you dress like that." I shook my head: "My boyfriend is more refined than me, and he looks more beautiful than me. Why do I think I am more like a man?" There was a sudden shudder on his forehead, Xiao Huan hated others comparing his appearance with women, he laughed angrily: "What a mess, girls don't want to imitate other people's glib talk." I rubbed my head: "Got it, Master, Pavilion Master..." While talking poorly, I hurriedly persuaded him to eat another two pieces while it was hot, until the last piece was left, I took it back and put it in my mouth to bite off. It disappeared after chewing twice, and it was not enough to fit between my teeth. I smacked my lips and had a successful experience, so I baked it again. Before I turned around, I suddenly pointed my finger at the large acupuncture point on Xiao Huan's chest, and when I finished, I grinned at him and said, "My forehead hurts from the beating just now, do I have more strength? Is the acupuncture point loosening soon? Don't remind me." I forgot that it was almost time for acupuncture." How could Xiao Huan stay with me honestly?When I woke up that morning, I knew that Su Qian and the others were meeting the enemy for him, and he was about to catch up. Fortunately, I blocked his acupuncture points when he was not prepared, so I stopped him. Although my other kung fu is poor, my master has become famous in the Jianghu for his unique acupuncture and fingering techniques. My apprentice has learned two or three cost-effective things.Moreover, Master's fingering technique is unique, unless I release the acupoints for him, or wait until the twelve hours are full to release the acupoints by myself, otherwise I won't be able to untie them.Although Xiao Huan was so angry that he almost fainted, there was nothing he could do. In the past two days, I have refilled the acupoints every twelve hours. Xiao Huan's internal energy has been sealed, and he can move without hindrance, but if he wants to hide from me and chase Su Qian and the others, it will be impossible. However, these days he no longer suffers from running around, his body is better, his cough is much less, he no longer vomits blood, and the mist in his eyes is lighter than the previous few days. Seeing my triumphant look, Xiao Huan couldn't laugh or cry: "You..." I smiled at him, turned around and continued to barbecue in front of the charcoal stove. Before the meat was skewered, there was a rustling sound from behind. Xiao Huan got out of the car and stood beside me. As soon as I turned my head, I said without looking at it: "It's freezing outside, go back!" His forehead was caressed by his slightly cold fingers, and he smiled: "It's red, does it really hurt?" I looked back at him: "Well, it really hurts." He smiled, leaned over to look at the charcoal fire, was smoked by the raised soot, and couldn't help coughing a few times. I hurriedly turned around and urged him: "Run around as soon as you feel better, go back!" He smiled: "It doesn't matter." He turned his face away from the stove and asked, "Do you want to eat stewed mutton?" My eyes lit up: "Okay, but I can't do it." He smiled: "Go get the pot." He said he wanted to stew mutton, but he didn't expect it to be stewed. The casserole was uncovered, and the mouth-watering aroma wafted out. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece of mutton and put it in my mouth. While chewing without burning my tongue, I said to Xiao Huan who was sitting opposite: "It's delicious, you can cook with this skill." Who did you learn from?" He smiled and looked at me eating meat without image, without moving his chopsticks: "Mr. Li likes to bring a piece of raw meat to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to find me. Let's send other people away, cook a pot of meat, and drink together." I clicked my tongue: "Cook meat and drink secretly without telling others, don't tell me that there is a casserole for cooking meat hidden under your case in the Palace of Mental Cultivation." He smiled and shook his head: "No." He immediately continued, "The pot and stove are hidden under my bed in Dongnuange." I laughed out loud, "Under the bed... When I get back to the Forbidden Palace, I must find that casserole." He also laughed, picked up a piece of mutton and chewed it slowly in his mouth, then put down his chopsticks and smiled: "There are a few seasonings missing, it doesn't taste like the old one." I smiled and asked, "Do you have a good relationship with Mr. Li?" He nodded and smiled: "Although Mr. Li is my father's sworn brother, I have always regarded him as my elder brother." He paused, and smiled again, "Before I left for Tianshan this time, he advised me not to stop. He dropped the medicine box in front of me, he must have been out of breath." I sighed and whispered, "If I were him, I'd throw the medicine box on your head." He heard this in his ears, smiled lightly, and ignored me. I laughed, and suddenly remembered something, got up and pressed his shoulder: "You wait, I'll go find some wine." Find the skin bag I brought, put the remaining half of the bag of spirits on the stove to heat up, wait until the wine is ripe, then put it into a silver cup and bring it to the car, and smiled at Xiao Huan: " It's a pity that it's not your favorite Zhuyeqing, but it's very strong, can you drink some?" He smiled, nodded, took the wine glass from my hand, put it to his lips, and took a sip. Although he coughed a few times, he laughed: "It's good wine." "It's a good bar." I snatched the wine glass and put it in front of me. "There's meat and wine, as long as you're interested." I coughed, "Drinking too much will hurt your body, and it won't work at night." Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't worry, your male favorite, I can still do my duty." Although I always said the word "male favorite", it still sounded a little awkward for him to say it himself. I raised my face, gave a vague "um", and hurriedly lowered my head to eat meat and drink. The top of my head was suddenly covered by a somewhat cold hand. I stopped my chopsticks and raised my head. When I saw his eyes covered with mist, I smiled: "What are you doing?" He was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Cang Cang, you are just obsessed with my appearance, aren't you?" I grinned at him: "Yes." I put down my chopsticks and hugged his head across the table, and kissed his pale thin lips, "I'm just infatuated with you." He frowned, stared at me quietly, then turned his head and smiled: "Cang Cang, is there anything you want to do?" I was taken aback, not understanding why he asked this suddenly, so I laughed: "What do you want to do?" He smiled: "It's not out of any consideration, it's just something you want to do, is there such a thing?" I nodded and thought about it carefully: "Is it okay to do anything? It's not something to be motivated to be a queen if you don't practice martial arts well, is it okay?" He smiled and nodded: "Yes." I thought for a while: "I like Fenglai Pavilion very much. Compared with the harem, I still like Jianghu. I think I am very happy just staying in the Jianghu, eating meat and drinking, and doing the happiest things. So if I If I choose, I want to stay in Fenglai Pavilion." He pondered for a while, then raised his head to look at me: "Cang Cang, if you are allowed to be the next Pavilion Master of Fenglai Pavilion, would you like it?" I hesitated for a while, I just stayed in Fenglai Pavilion, doing some things that I wanted to do since I was a child, playing chivalry, and enjoying the rivers and lakes. But Xiao Huan suddenly put such a Jianghu organization with more than 10,000 disciples and power all over the country in front of me. But ideas kept popping up all of a sudden—it’s good to be alone, but if I can control Fenglai Pavilion, I can do more things I want to do, and turn Fenglai Pavilion into my favorite Jianghu sect . "Of course I like it." When I said it, even I felt incredible. It turned out that I never thought that one day I would become the leader of a gangster organization. His deep pupils covered in mist lit up, and he raised the corners of his lips to smile: "Very well, I am worrying about the succession of the master of Fenglai Pavilion." I froze for a moment, thinking of the paper he had written on the table a few days ago listing the various conditions of Fenglai Pavilion, and the glaring bright red ball on the snow-white rice paper that flashed before my eyes. After he finished speaking, he smiled again: "Cang Cang, I hope you can do what you really want to do." When he said that, I suddenly remembered that it was when I was in the Kummer camp. I quarreled with Kummer and seemed to say casually, "No one has ever asked me what I want to do." At that time, Xiao Huan disguised himself as Zhao Fugui was also in the tent, probably heard this sentence, so he still remembered it all the time. The heat rising from the casserole dazzled my eyes, and a white mist appeared in front of my eyes. I nodded my head a few times indiscriminately, then lowered my head and continued to grill the lamb. When Xiao Huan had good eyesight, he would read a book. We would lie together every night, sometimes we would have sex, and sometimes we would do nothing but sleep next to each other until dawn. As the days passed, the heavy snow outside the car continued without a break. The snow gradually buried half of the wheel, and the snowflakes flew wildly. The sky and the earth were dark, as if the end was coming.