Wenhao refuses to be touched

【"Heaven, or hell, everything you see comes from the impression deep in your heart."

Mr. Pot, who is in charge of this world, said to me with a smile while touching his braided white beard.

"This is a different world formed by artifacts and spirits. You are the first human visitor. Please stay and become our master. All the troubles in the world will not affect you. Such a holy and pure soul should not be contaminated. Go to the smoke and dust. With you here, this is the last pure land, forever."]

——"Childhood" by Feiyin

I stared blankly at the white surroundings, and hugged my arms tightly.Zhong also cried enough, he rubbed his red and swollen eyes with one hand and licked his mouth, his appearance was very cute, but it was not suitable for the present.

Holding the small heater tightly, I will not be frozen to the ground directly.

"Chuya-chan... where is this place?"

"...I don't know, I just focus on flying."

Zhongye and I looked at each other in dismay. A gust of cold wind blew up the snow on the ground, turning me and Zhongye into two little snowmen in an instant.

"The physical strength is exhausted, and the supernatural ability can't be used."

"It's okay, I saw the hunter's trap in front of me, and I guess I will find people soon."

In this snowy winter snow, I just feel that life is hard.It’s so cold, I’m a child who grew up in the south, I’ve never felt this kind of cold, although I’m happy to see snow, but really...

Who told me that snow is not cold, if you have the ability, you can go for a walk in the snow!What's more, whether it's me or Zhongye, they are like refugees, with tattered clothes and cold wind blowing in through the gaps.

It seemed that he was really exhausted, Zhongya felt his head in my arms bit by bit, and fell asleep after a while.I wrapped our upper body with a shawl and walked against the growing wind and snow.

Just when my feet were almost stiff from the cold, thank God, an exposed wooden roof in front warmed up my sinking heart a little.

Getting closer and closer to the wooden house, I can see the whole picture clearly.It is a very typical European rural wooden house, not big, but also strong. It seems that the idea has been around for a long time. Because of the occasional repairs, many wooden boards have been put on the outer walls.

It was already dark for a while, I knocked on the wooden door and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Is anyone there? Please?"

I continued to shout a few times, and when I was considering whether to use something to knock the door open, there was a creaking sound.The brown wooden door opened a small gap, and my eyes moved down, and I saw half of a small face exposed behind the door, staring at me coldly with vigilant eyes.

He was wearing a gray and white fur hat, and his long black bangs covered most of his face, revealing only one rose-colored eye. In just one minute of looking at each other, he had already coughed twice, as if he was about to lung He also coughed up, and his face was as pale as snow.

I hurriedly turned around to block the wind blowing towards him, but I was shivering again from the cold.Using the barely passable spoken English I learned in college, I said: 'Hi, hello, kid, is your family here?My brother and I are tourists who died, can you let us go in to get warm. '

I was afraid that he would not understand, so I repeated it several times.

He didn't answer me, just opened the door silently, I thanked him gratefully, wrapped my shawl tightly and walked sideways into the wooden house.There was no one in the wooden house except the children, I tried not to reveal my inner doubts, and quickly looked around.

The temperature inside is much higher than the outside. The wooden house is described as a barren house. There are a few fur blankets with no original color in the corner, some dry branches and simple farm tools are piled up, and there is a simple fireplace on one wall. The flames made the branches crackle.

After I was rescued, I let out a long sigh of relief, took off the shawl that was hard from the cold, and approached the fireplace, and Rang Zhong also found a comfortable position in my arms, and started to warm the fire.

I slowly regained consciousness in my hands and feet, and a bowl of hot broth in a wooden bowl was handed to my eyes.I was just looking at the fire, and almost forgot that there was a child.

I apologized and thanked him again. After taking the broth, I took a mouthful with a wooden spoon and stuffed it into my mouth. Well... there was an indescribable fishy smell. It was probably cooked directly with bloody meat without adding anything. seasoning.

If it weren't for being so hungry and cold right now, I would really throw up.Zhong Ye has already woken up, he opened his eyes in a daze, I brought the wooden spoon filled with soup to his mouth, and Zhong Ye who smelled it dazedly stopped talking.

"It stinks..."

"Hey, eat as much as you want, and my sister will make you something delicious later."

Zhong Ye pursed his mouth, still reluctant to wake up, squinted his eyes and muttered, forced to drink a few sips but was unwilling, I sighed and drank the rest, and put the empty bowl aside.Not daring to let go of Chuya, I hugged him and dawdled in front of the children.

I didn't notice it just now, he was huddled in the blanket alone, it seemed very cold, even the air he exhaled from surrounded by several blankets was full of water mist.

He lazily raised his eyes to look at me, and then shifted his gaze to Nakaya. At this time, Nakaya happened to sneezed. He hesitated for a moment, pulled down a blanket on his body, and asked me with his eyes if I needed it.

I nodded gratefully and took it. The blanket was very big, and it was just right to wrap me and Zhong, but the smell was not very pleasant. warm.Zhong also kicked his legs in distaste for the smell, it was too cold to kick the blanket away.

'Children, why are you here alone?What about your family? '

'Japanese? ' he asked in perfect Cockney English.

'Ah, sort of. '

' are all dead. '

It took me a few seconds to realize that he was answering my previous question now, looking at this weak and pale child, he didn't know what to say for a while.

'Don't worry, the person who picks me up will be there in a few days. '

'Who is... oh, I mean, a relative of yours?Did they treat you well...'

I bit the tip of my tongue, mourning my stupid mouth.In such a cold weather, an orphan stays in a sparsely populated mountain hut, eats poor food, and even wears thin clothes, wrapped in a dirty blanket...

No matter how you think about it, you can't let it go.I feel that my heart is too soft, perhaps because I have raised too many younger siblings, and gradually I can't see children suffering, especially children who are about the same age as Dazai.What's more, he helped us and gave us what little broth was left in the pot.

After returning, go to the orphanage in the city to have a look.

'Whether it's good or not...' He rested his sleepy chin on his knees, 'it doesn't matter, it's the same no matter where it is. '

He stopped talking to me, and lay down trembling with his back facing me, his body shrunk into a small ball, coughing from time to time.

There was only the sound of crackling firewood burning in the wooden house. I looked at his back for a while, pursed my lips, put Zhongya on the ground, wrapped it in a blanket, and sneezed when I got up, poking the cold Arm, walked to the only wooden table in the room, and looked at the disemboweled bear on it.

An underage bear with a calm face, as if he had fallen asleep. Who would have thought that its internal organs had been hollowed out, half of its flesh had been removed, and its blood and flesh were frozen hard. The only thing that could be used as a tool was inserted into its chest and abdomen an ax at.

The ax looks smaller than normal, but it feels heavy when I hold it. My throat twitched a few times, whether this child was dismembered with his weak hands and took out edible pieces of meat.

A pot with missing corners and a scorched bottom was set aside. There was only less than half a bowl of broth in it, and the hot mist was no longer exuding.I sighed, and used an ax to chop up the remaining bear meat into palm-sized pieces, and then took an iron bucket on the other side to get a bucket of snow outside, and put it on the fireplace to boil water.

The snow water is actually very dirty, but the conditions are just like this, so you can't force it too much.When the hot water boiled, I took it outside and put it in the snow, and brought it back indoors when the temperature dropped to a point where I didn't feel hot.

Because the bear’s blood was also coagulated, I thought about the tricks I heard before, and made the blood extra bloody. Busy back and forth, I finally put some snow in the iron pot and added the meat, and cooked it on the fireplace.

After doing all this, my hands were red from the cold, and I eagerly wanted to shrink back into the blanket, holding the Zhongye small heater to keep warm, and when I turned around, I saw a pair of rose-colored eyes staring at me faintly.

Honestly, have been intimidated.

I touched my beating heart and said to the children: "Are you hungry?"The meat will be cooked for a while, and I can get you some hot water to drink. '

There are too few utensils here, so I can only use the iron bucket just now to wash with snow and fill the bucket with hot water. 'Or do you want to take a shower? '

I have a handkerchief in my pocket if I want to take a shower.

'Ask for water. ' he said so.

I filled him with water in a wooden bowl and handed it to him to be careful not to burn it. He nodded and sipped his mouth, but his eyes did not move away from my face. In the heat, I seemed to see a little teasing in his eyes. and explore.

It can be regarded as barely able to understand the meaning of other people's eyes. I don't feel offended, and I feel a little happy.

After he finished drinking the water, I took the wooden bowl and poured another bowl, yelled a few times, and fed him in.Zhong was too tired, he didn't wake up even after tossing like this, instead he stretched out his hand to grab my fingers and muttered: "Sister, don't go..."

My heart suddenly softened into a ball.I also wrapped myself in the blanket, and said to the children: 'My name is Natsume On, Japanese, and this is my younger brother Chuya-chan.What's the kid's name? '

His eyes moved back and forth between me and Chuya. He was a very silent and introverted child. I tried my best to look amiable. I must have waited for a long time. When my legs were stiff, he kept his face away. whispered.

'Fyodor Dostoevsky. '

I smiled awkwardly but politely.Feo...to what?Ah, foreigners seem to have their surname first, and that name is Tuo... Tuo...

'Tuo... sauce? '

As if aware of my thoughts, he turned his head, looked at me with obscure eyes, tilted his head slightly, and added a 'sauce' to the initial syllable of the name uncertainly. '

Added a cute and murderous 'sauce'.

I covered my face in pain, praying that I lost control of my expression just now, and that the terrible smile on the corner of my mouth would not be seen by him.

Terrible... When you meet a child who is as delicate and beautiful as an elf in a small wooden house, you will be stunned and cute.

Who did he say he was going to pick him up just now?What is your name?What do you do at home?how many people?Do you like children?Will you take good care of him?Tuo Jiang looks like he is not in good health, will they kindly help him take care of his body?

Questions popped up in my mind one after another, and the more I thought about it, the heavier my heart became.

This is a beautiful little cutie like an elf!And the cutie who looks clumsier than Chuya, what if she gets bullied?

I'm just worried...