She really didn't want to die. A 22-year-old girl was just as beautiful as a flower. Even though her parents were as cruel as wolves, she still had infinite attachment to this world.
Pang Yi looked at the trembling Xiao An. After a while, he pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her. He said in a deep voice, "Don't cry."
Xiao An sniffed. Her face was covered with tears and snot. She didn't want to look up, so she just lowered her head. She reached out her hand and took the cotton handkerchief from Pang Yi, and wiped it on her face. The handkerchief was not as fragrant as the handkerchiefs of girls. It had a faint fragrance. It was a bit like the smell of pine and cypress, so faint that you couldn't smell it if you didn't smell it carefully. But as soon as you smelled it, you could smell it. That smell could penetrate your heart and lungs.
The tea was boiling again. Pang Yi took the teapot from the shelf and poured a cup of hot tea. He handed it to Xiao An again, and when he saw her finally raise her head, Pang Yi spoke again: "We won't travel tonight, we'll stay here."
"Here?" Xiao An looked at the desolate and lonely snowfield privately, with a confused look on her face. "Here? How can I sleep then?"
Yes, it’s so cold and we’re in the wild, it’s a question whether I can wake up from this sleep. Even if I wake up, it would be strange if I don’t get sick from the cold.
"It's okay, I'll go set up the tent. There's a fire outside, so you won't be cold." As if he saw Xiao An's worry, Pang Yi explained to her while walking towards the carriage. He took the bedding and tent down from the carriage and started to set up the tent.
Xiao An looked at the thin tent and the only two quilts, still looking worried. Ningguta was really too cold, and the wind was strong at night. She was sitting in front of the campfire, but only felt that the front was not cold, but the back was still cold. How could she sleep when she was so cold?
"You... why do you set up the tent like this?" Seeing Pang Yi 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 immediately stunned, "Why is there only one tent? There are two of us..."
Pang Yi looked at Xiao An's panicked face and said to her in a somewhat irritable tone, "You sleep in the tent."
"What about you?" Xiao An was startled and asked Pang Yi in a low voice, "Where do you sleep?"
"The wind is too strong. It's not safe to light a fire. I have to watch." Pang Yi continued to busy himself with setting up the tent. After setting up the tent, he swiftly went inside, spread a thick layer of firewood on the ground, and then spread a straw mat, and then spread a quilt on top, and spread another one on top. After tidying up, he came out again, rubbing his hands, and said to Xiao An, "Go in and sleep."
"You...you didn't sleep all night?" Xiao An felt a little reluctant, but there was nothing she could do. She thought about it, and then said to Pang Yi seriously, "I will sleep first. Wait until the second half of the night, and you wake me up. Then I will let you keep watch, and you can go to sleep in the tent."
Pang Yi looked at her serious face, couldn't help but pursed his lips, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll ask you to get up and let me take over later."
"Then it's settled." Xiao An scooped up a handful of snow and wiped her face. Then, while complaining about the cold, she took off her shoes and crawled into the tent. The firewood under her was uneven, with different heights and depths. Xiao An grimaced and screamed for a long time before she finally found a suitable position. Then she fell into a deep sleep.
Pang Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard the strange cry coming from the tent. He glanced at the pair of embroidered shoes with red plum blossoms in front of the tent and the socks stuffed inside. His eyes froze. The embroidered shoes were obviously soaked, and most of the pink uppers were wet. No wonder Xiao An had been complaining about the cold in the carriage just now.
Pang Yi looked at the pair of embroidered shoes for a long time, then reached out and picked up the shoes and put them in front of the campfire to roast.
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The fourth day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
Ningguta.
Zhong Mingwei caught a cold. This was the first time he was sick since arriving in Ningguta. Maybe it was because he hadn't been sick for a long time, but Zhong Mingwei was seriously ill this time and had been in a daze for the past two days.
Why did Zhong Mingwei catch a cold?
This has to do with what happened when I was taking a shower yesterday. A corner of the window in the bedroom was broken, and it couldn't be closed tightly. Zhong Mingwei found a piece of wood to block it, and it worked fine until the day I was taking a shower, and the window was suddenly blown open by the wind.
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