Li Wenjia knocked on the toolbox at the door. The staff officers looked at him together, then turned their heads at the same time and looked at the figure sitting in the dark.
"It's you! You're here?" The figure in protective clothing muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, but he did not turn to look at the door.
Li Wenjia randomly picked a staff officer and asked, "How long has he been like this?"
The staff officer held up five fingers and said only one word: "Five."
Li Wenjia nodded, then walked around them, walked behind the figure, leaned down, and said to him in a tone that was almost commanding: "Let's go climb the mountain."
"Climb a mountain? Okay, let's go climb a mountain!"
Li Wenjia helped the guy up and then took a few filter canisters from the folding table nearby. When he passed by the staff officer, he took advantage of the guy's inattention and asked them to call the brothers back to rest for a while.
The two of them didn't take a car, but supported each other, leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths in the snow. Li Wenjia didn't plan to go too far; his goal was the hill west of the camp.
This hill was not a famous place before the war. It was no different from the surrounding mountains. It was just a rugged surface in the earthquake zone and could only be considered part of the hills.
The hillside is not steep, so the villagers built many terraces here. These terraces are like giant staircases. In the past, tea trees would have been planted here. Of course, now it is just covered with snow. There may still be some seeds hidden under the snow, but in the current climate, they are unlikely to germinate.
The two climbed up the terraces, using their hands and feet to climb higher and higher. Lao Ma soon couldn't keep up with Li Wenjia's speed. He rarely wore protective clothing, so he was not used to the lack of oxygen inside and began to gasp for breath.
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