Bai Yu smiled implicitly: "You are joking. We only settled down in the imperial capital in October last year, and the housing allocated by the government was also a temporary decision..."

Last October, Wu Yue was not yet a garrison officer. His rank was slightly equal to Bai's father, so the two families became neighbors.

In March, Lin Xuefeng retired due to injury, and Wu Yue was appointed as a garrison officer. However, due to the shortage of resources, he wanted to perform actively as a new officer, so he took the initiative to ask for a house without rushing.

If nothing unexpected happens, his new residence will be arranged after completing this mission.

But now...

Bai Yu looked at the suddenly anxious old lady, his eyes dark and deep: "However, if you are in a hurry, I can see if I can help you with anything."

The old lady paused and hesitated for a moment.

…

And in the wilderness.

The tree cocoons were rooted in the soil, so they could not leave this area, but the two of them were not idle. Huai Yu took this opportunity to look at the little remaining meat storage and arranged for Zhou Qian to make a big one.

——It was indeed quite big. She didn’t expect Zhou Qian to be able to carry back a wild boar.

"But why is this wild boar black and white?" Huai Yu asked curiously.

"What's so strange about this? During the catastrophe, many poultry and livestock escaped. Some were eaten by other mutant creatures, and some survived naturally. After so many years, isn't it normal for the genes to be passed on?"

Zhou Qian was very calm.

Huaiyu was instantly happy: "Oh! That's great. I used to think that pure wild boar meat had a smell and was difficult to stew. It was inconvenient. If it was this kind of wild boar, the meat should be much more tender."

The brother and sister sharpened their knives. Because it was not convenient to scald the skin and shave the hair in the jungle, they simply peeled off the skin and buried it. They cleaned up from morning to night. Huaiyu felt that his waist was about to fall. At this moment, he waved his hand: "Okay, pickle it for two days, and then hang it up to dry."

"Cover this pile tonight and use it to make sausages tomorrow—and there should be more ingredients for the garrison! This will taste good too."

"Brother Zhou Qian, shall we have braised pork and potatoes tonight?"

Zhou Qian thought for a moment and said, "Let's cook the braised pork with tiger skin eggs. We've been eating too many potatoes lately."

OK!

I haven't finished eating the eggs these days. I'll fry them in a pan after they're cooked, and then add them to the braised pork to collect the sauce...

Huaiyu's mouth instantly watered.

At this moment, Zhou Qian turned his head slightly and looked at the side of the car.

Huaiyu: “?”

But he put down the towel he was using to wipe his hands and strode over: "The tree cocoon seems to be moving."

Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, and then rushed over like a gust of wind: "I want to be the first one, I want to be the first one! What if he wakes up and can't remember anything like me, and just wants to find a mother?"

Zhou Qian's originally accelerated movement suddenly stopped.

And in the milky white cocoon of the tree, Lin Xuefeng lay there quietly, opening his eyes to look at the bare branches in the winter sky, as well as the clusters of green leaves that were born with supernatural powers, which were different from the bleak winter. Hearing the cheerful words coming from the wind, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

When Huaiyu approached the tree cocoon that had finally opened, his pace suddenly slowed down.

She was a little nervous, and couldn't help but urge Zhou Qian who was slowly following behind her: "Brother Zhou Qian, hurry up!"

But no matter how much he procrastinated, Zhou Qian showed no intention of catching up.

Sorry, he is a grown man and has no interest in being a mother. Let Huaiyu take this risk.

Huai Yu walked over reluctantly, squatted slightly, leaned on the edge of the tree cocoon, and looked inside. As soon as he put his head closer, he met a pair of bright and gentle eyes.

The other person's black hair was slightly long, which made his originally white face look even more bloodless. Only his pupils were dark and his lips were slightly pale.

When he saw her, he slightly curved his eyebrows and spoke softly with clear and melodious voice.

"Mother?"

Huaiyu's face suddenly turned red and he subconsciously retracted his head.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her mind was tangled with all kinds of thoughts, including his smile in the rainy night and the way he spoke in the leaping flames...

There was only one sentence that kept repeating behind me, echoing back and forth:

It’s over, it’s over, Lin Xuefeng really lost his memory and became stupid!

But when she raised her head, she saw Lin Xuefeng had sat up from the tree cocoon and was looking down at her.

Against the light, his long-ungroomed hair blew in front of his eyes, casting deep and shallow shadows, and his eyes were dark, like an unfathomable dark river, which made Huaiyu a little nervous for some reason.

But then he raised his head, glanced at Zhou Qian who was walking towards him quickly, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for saving me."

Zhou Qian was stunned: "You...can feel it all the time?"

Lin Xuefeng nodded slightly: "Yes."

Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Can you feel it after being rescued?"

Lin Xuefeng's eyes were deep: "Yes, always."

Huai Yu had already stood up, holding the tree cocoon with his hand. He looked at Lin Xuefeng, who looked gentle and pale, and seemed to be almost the same as before. He always felt that something was wrong.

But before she could think about it, she saw an equally pale hand stretched out in front of her, with slender fingers and distinct joints. Huaiyu also stretched out her hand in confusion, and was immediately grasped by the other party gently and firmly.

His palms were slightly cool, but his voice was soft:

"I'm not strong enough, can you pull me up?"

"...Xiaoyu."

What's there to be embarrassed about?! There was a height difference between the two, so Huaiyu immediately took a step back and used a little strength in her hands - fortunately, Lin Xuefeng didn't rely entirely on her to pull, so she came out of the tree cocoon smoothly.

He was still wearing the uniform of the garrison. There was a big hole in the snow-white uniform from the chest, and there was a long-lasting scarlet blood stain on the edge. The exposed chest was equally pale, making the body look like a powerless person.

Zhou Qian was standing a little further away, looking at him at this moment, he only felt that the other party's long legs stepped out of the tree cocoon, and then when the soles of his feet landed on the ground, it was light and steady, and his lower body was extremely stable, and he was clearly able to control his limbs.

Why did Huaiyu need to help pull him up? He frowned, but the other party didn't seem to have any bad intentions, so he had to put aside his doubts and followed him forward:

"General Lin, has your body fully recovered? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Lin Xuefeng shook his head slightly: "No, except for feeling a little weak, there are no other injuries on my body."

He looked at the milky white cocoon beside him, then turned his head and looked at Huaiyu intently and deeply, without blinking, and sighed softly again: "Xiaoyu, thank you for saving me."

Huaiyu nodded and said solemnly: "Then you must take it to heart. I really paid a lot this time."

"I know." Lin Xuefeng whispered softly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"But..." Huaiyu looked him up and down: "I always feel that you are a little different from when we first met."

How to describe it? Lin Xuefeng was dignified, energetic, and gentle. He was very tolerant and compassionate to her, but he also respected her and her secrets equally. However, there was a slight melancholy between his eyebrows, and his beliefs were not very positive.

But this one...

He had a gentle smile and a focused gaze, but it seemed as if all his focused attention was focused on Huaiyu alone, so that the last bit of vitality in his memory seemed to disappear.

How strange.

Lin Xuefeng tilted his head slightly and asked seriously: "Don't you like the way I am now?"

"Ah?" Huai Yu was a little confused: "Aren't you the same no matter what you look like? Last time you were determined to die, so it's normal for your state to be different, right? It's just that now you look like you're still in winter and haven't thawed yet."

She concluded: "It's still like an ice sculpture."

Zhou Qian frowned beside him, thinking what a messed up metaphor this was. However, he had never observed Lin Xuefeng so closely before, so he had no idea of ​​the difference that Huai Yu described.

Instead, Lin Xuefeng smiled slightly.

"Xiaoyu, your description is very accurate."

"I... maybe I've been frozen for too long."

He said he always remembered it and he was not lying.

It’s just that his perception didn’t start from the moment Huaiyu saved him, but from the moment he was frozen.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Boundless chill wrapped him tightly, his body was stiff and cold as if he was in a cage, he could no longer use his supernatural powers freely, and his strong limbs were firmly blocked.

Apart from the moss under his feet and the dead tree skeletons behind him, the only things that accompanied him day and night were the almost vacuum-like quiet environment and the raging blizzard outside.

The rose on his chest was trembling, maintaining a glimmer of life in him, but within this glimmer of life, the cold and loneliness were like maggots attached to his bones, corroding his body and soul inch by inch.

He was sealed in that monument of ice and snow, his consciousness going crazy between chaos and clarity, with no one to talk to and no one to hear.

Imprisoned in the cage day after day, many times he could no longer tell whether he was dead or alive.

Those long days and nights...

He had never, ever experienced such a terrible prison of loneliness.

He had less and less time to think, and then he stood there numbly day after day. The statue became a monument to the hero, and its tall body symbolized his unyielding soul...

But beneath the skin of a hero, he had already become a confused fool.

So cold...

So lonely...

I want to be free... free... Kill him, kill him, kill him!!! Or maybe he has already died, these are all nightmares that linger on at the end of his life.

Until one day, a girl in red clothes walked out of the snowstorm.

Her hair was covered with white snow, as if it was covered with a layer of goose feathers.

There was a slight frost on her eyelashes, and the hot air she exhaled was blocked by the scarf, forming only a very fine white mist in front of her face, which soon dissipated in the cold wind.

But she came running over, with a strange blush on her cheeks.

She is here.

She stood quietly in front of him again.

Then she gently stretched out her slender white palm and pressed it on his cold, no longer beating chest.

At that moment, the body trapped in the cage seemed to be sensitive to the outside world. He could feel the unusually high heat in her palm, the surging power in her body, and her whisper that was almost lost in the air:

"Lin Xuefeng."

"Lin Xuefeng!"

Her voice gradually became firm, as if she was repeating her own fantasy: "Are you still alive?"

At that moment, the body in the cage was gradually infused with soul, and the heart under the opponent's hot palm seemed to be beating.

He answered silently: Yes, I am still alive.

But she couldn't take him away.

The body of an adult man plus the thick ice. Even Huaiyu himself had entered this area without knowing what was going on, so how could he bring such a burden with him? This despair finally made her cry in front of him. Her tears fell into the moss that had long since dried and died, but it seemed to burn into his heart.

"Exactly...exactly what should I do to get you out?"

She sobbed, talking to herself but in great pain.

But at that moment, Lin Xuefeng seemed relieved.

He wanted to tell her - if she couldn't take him away, then just kill him completely and put an end to this nightmare.

But looking at her, she seemed as if she had never experienced any weathering of the world - who could bear to let the moonlight be stained with blood?

His pain, his struggle, his unbearableness and embarrassment, as well as his giving up and longing...

All of this was hidden in Lin Xuefeng's smile: "If it doesn't look like an ice sculpture like before, will you be disappointed?"

Huaiyu thought about it seriously and said, "No."

"What's so disappointing about this?"

Zhou Qian followed beside him with a frown on his face: in just a few words, the other party had emphasized Huai Yu's impression of him twice.

The grace of saving a life shouldn't be this serious, right? He looked at Lin Xuefeng in front of him suspiciously, and was shocked to find that he was actually slightly taller than him. Even though he was wearing a uniform, he could see that his shoulders were broad and strong.

Most importantly, his limbs have never relaxed.

Then the other person turned his head slightly and met his gaze, showing no sadness or joy, but a calm expression.

Zhou Qian relaxed instantly.

He is very familiar with this situation!

After experiencing difficult exploration missions, or witnessing the deaths of people around them, those who are fighting on the front lines will always feel a sense of discomfort.

Lin Xuefeng's desire for the other party's approval, coupled with his slightly indifferent emotions and his body language that never relaxed, clearly put him in that state.

Everyone has experienced it.

So he took a step forward, causing Huaiyu to look over subconsciously, and then smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, General Lin just woke up, I'm afraid he can't have dinner with us... Do you want me to make him a bowl of thinner porridge?"

Huaiyu reacted instantly: "Ah! My braised pork!"

She urged Zhou Qian: "Go and have a look!"

Then he looked at Lin Xuefeng again, the anxiety and struggle in his eyes were obvious.

Lin Xuefeng's gentle expression seemed to be a mask that fit tightly to his face. Even the slightly intimate tone in his voice was no different from before: "Are you going to give up on me and look for someone else?"

The next moment, Huaiyu grabbed his hand and said, "Come on, come on, I'll hold your hand and let's walk faster! Otherwise the meat will get burnt!" (End of this chapter)