winter in greenland

They shot for almost two hours.After the pack of wolves followed them for a while, they lost interest. The mother wolf gave a few low-pitched calls to the cubs, picked up the back of one of the cubs, and put it on the snow behind her. Meaning, they all turned around and ran towards their father.

Seeing them disappearing into the distance, Lucia reluctantly put down the camera, and Gail ran to her side excitedly, and the two exchanged the images in their hands, chatting a few words from time to time.

By the time the team set off again, it was nearly 5 pm, and they stopped to set up camp after only walking a mile or so.

After dinner, Lucia and Gail greeted the others and got into their tent to work on the films they had taken during the day.

Dan looked at the back of them leaving, his eyes showed some just right curiosity, he looked at Professor Mike: "Professor, Lucia and Gail... are they all working for the National Geographic Association?"

Professor Mike looked in the direction of Lucia and Gail's tent, understood what he didn't say, and showed a sly smile: "Lucia is actually Gail's wife."

August heard the words and looked up at him, but didn't speak, Annie said a little awkwardly: "But I've never seen them wearing rings."

Professor Mike sighed: "I only found out when I was arranging the itinerary. At that time, I received an email from the Geographical Association to confirm the personnel. It happened that there were 4 men and 2 women in our team, so I contacted Lucia in advance. I asked her if there was any problem sharing a tent with Anne, and she said no problem, but her husband Gail is a bit of a eccentric sleeper, and may not be comfortable sharing a tent with other people, they will bring their own equipment, I It doesn't matter much."

"But they don't look like a couple." John lowered his voice.

Annie nodded in agreement.

Professor Mike gave them a stern look: "That's the end of this topic, everyone should rest early. Although there are unexpected gains today, after all, the trip was delayed all afternoon, and we will start early tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he got up and went back tent.

John stuck out his tongue at Anne where he couldn't see, and went back too.

Datta still snuggled up to Anne, and whispered something clumsily to her in Danish. Annie lowered her head to listen to her, with a embarrassed expression on her face.

Dan heard a few hard words: story, siren, something.He turned to Anne with great interest, and half-jokingly said, "Is it time for storytelling?"

Annie was a little embarrassed: "I don't know much about Nordic myths. I told Datta a few days ago, but she has always wanted to hear the story of the siren. I..."

Dan gave her a reassuring gesture, turned to Datta, slowed down his speech, and said with a smile: "Datta, I just know a story about dancing dolls, do you want to hear it?"

Datta opened his eyes wide, curious: "What is a dancing doll?"

Dan was stumped by this question for the first time, and thought hard for a long time: "It's a kind of doll."

Annie helped him out: "It's a little doll like the little bear doll your father bought for you, but it's not a little bear, it looks like a little girl."

Datta thought for a while, and took out a palm-sized polar bear plastic doll from his pocket: "Is it like this?"

Dan's eyes lit up: "Yes, just like this."

"But I've heard a lot about polar bears." Datta pouted.

Dan strokes her hair. "I promise this one's different."

Only then did Datta move forward as if reluctantly: "Then tell me."

Dan was amused by her little grown-up appearance, thought for a while, and began the story:

"A long time ago, there lived a family in a big house. Every Christmas, Santa Claus would bring different gifts to the children. That Christmas, he brought a very delicate box with Contains 12 dolls of very handsome soldiers in uniform. There may be some accidents in the process of making. The last soldier has only one leg, but this does not affect his air at all. When he stands on the table with his head held high , looks no worse than other dolls.

"Besides them, there are many other toys in this room. When the one-legged soldier was standing on the table, he immediately saw a beautiful girl on the coffee table next to her. She was wearing a snow-white dancing skirt and stood on tiptoe. Tiptoe - She is also a doll who stands on only one leg.

"Almost the first time I saw this girl, the soldier fell in love with her..."

"Like my dad fell in love with my mom?" Datta cut him off.

"Hush—" Annie lightly hugged her shoulders, motioning her to listen.

"But they couldn't talk or walk. As the days went by, the soldier could only look at his girl silently. Finally one day the children remembered these soldier dolls. They divided the dolls into different camps and started In the war game, one of the children got the one-legged soldier, but accidentally dropped him out of the window. They ran to the garden to look for it, but they never found it. Because there were 11 other soldier dolls, and the others were very I almost forgot about this incomplete doll and continued to play games, only the dancing girl on the coffee table shed a tear when no one saw her..."

August and John sat opposite them. Dan's voice was a little low, and he could only hear a few words drifting over from time to time. Datta was gradually attracted by the story. Looking at her engrossed expression, August's eyes Unknowingly, Li also brought some softness.

"Mr. August, have you served in the army before?" John's voice came from the side, startling him.In a second, the sharpness emanating from his body was immediately taken back, and he turned his head to look at this black guy, his expression was still very pale: "After taking it for 2 years, how do you see it? of?"

John scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It's your temperament. It's very similar to my cousin. He was supposed to be discharged from the army last year, but he was sent to fight in the Middle East and returned home last month. Fortunately, He wasn't hurt and my aunt was so worried that she couldn't eat or sleep when he wasn't home."

August smiled lightly and didn't answer.

John also noticed his intention of not wanting to chat, and said with some embarrassment, "I'm going to rest too", and left.

August didn't bother Dan and the others, stood up and walked around the camp.Peter hadn't seen anyone since dinner, and August saw him by the camp where the sled dogs were resting.

The dogs they brought out and the dogs of the scientific expedition team were all tied up behind the camp. Peter sat cross-legged among the dogs, holding a wine bottle in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey." August greeted him, walked over and sat down.

Peter saw that he was a little cautious: "Mr. August, have you not rested yet?"

"Although I come here every year, I'm still not used to the polar day, and I can't sleep."

Peter smiled a little honestly, and handed over his own wine bottle: "You can try this, it's all brewed by myself, I'm used to bringing it with me when I go out, no matter when I'm sleepy or can't sleep, I can come here Take a bite."

August took it, unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his head and took a sip, wiping the wine stains from his mouth: "Good wine."

Peter's eyes lit up with joy: "If you like it, I can bring you some back to Palmut."

August also smiled: "Okay."

After a pause, he watched Peter stroke the head of the leading dog beside him, and said, "You bring the scientific expedition team to this area every year?"

Peter shook his head: "No, there are actually not many scientific expedition teams here. And now that technology is so advanced, most scientific expedition teams here have their own satellite cloud images, and they don't necessarily need local guides."

"We heard from people in the town that you are the most experienced hunter here."

Peter blushed and smiled: "That was in the past. I am actually good at whaling. In recent years, these animals have become less and less, and I seldom hunt. It's just that the shotgun is still used to carry with me." Said Well, he looked around nervously: "Mr. August, I was wrong, the people in the team, especially Professor Mike, they don't know that I have a gun, please don't tell them, I'm afraid Cause some unnecessary trouble."

August looked at him with some scrutiny, finally nodded, and looked in the direction of the camp: "Data likes to come out with you?"

"Yes, this child is not like the other little girls in the town, she is wilder than boys. She can restrain herself a bit when her mother was still alive, since her mother...sometimes she doesn't listen to what I say. But I think about it Forget it, this child likes these glaciers, I will take her out for a walk more often, I am already familiar with this area, and there is no danger if there is no accident."

"Her mother died of illness?"

Peter nodded, looking a little sad: "Yes, damn cancer. It was too late when I found out, she didn't let me take her to the hospital, she said she was born here, grew up here, and didn't want to die in a foreign country So... after she died, I buried her at the foot of the snow mountain."

August was silent for a while, then said softly, "I'm sorry."

Peter shook his head: "No need to apologize. Mr. August, do you believe in gods?"

August thoughtfully nodded, then shook his head again: "I'm not a Christian."

Peter grinned: "I don't mean this, I mean pure gods."

August thought for a while: "You mean... the snow mountain?"

Peter nodded: "Yes, Snow Mountain. I believe that Snow Mountain has spirits, so I buried my wife here. I also believe that Datta likes this place so much because she sensed her mother's protection."

After finishing speaking, he turned to face the glacier standing in front of him, knelt down reverently, and muttered something in his mouth.

Seeing this, August quietly got up and left without disturbing him.

In the camp at the other end, Dan's story came to an end: "...a gust of wind blew outside the window, and the dancing girl jumped forward with the gust of wind, and fell into the blazing fireplace. Beside the soldier with legs, he stretched out his arm to hold him. The soldier opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and then hugged his beloved girl.

"When the nanny came to clean the fireplace the next morning, she found a heart of hard metal in the embers of the firewood."

No one spoke for a while, Datta leaned close to Annie, holding the polar bear doll in his hand, and his eyes filled with tears at some point.

"I... I don't like this story. They were...should... live happily together." The little girl said sobbing.

Annie stroked her hair, comforted her in a low voice, and looked at Dan with some condemnation.

Dan was a little embarrassed after realizing it: "Uh...did I just pick the wrong time and tell the wrong story?"

Annie sighed: "No, this is a very touching story. But, Mr. Dan, you really can't make the little girl happy. It seems that I have to take her to sleep with her tonight."

When August came over, he happened to see this scene. Seeing the teardrops on Datta's eyelashes, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Dan: "What's wrong?"

Dan was even more embarrassed for a while: "It seems that I shouldn't tell stories."

It was rare to see him at a loss, and August inexplicably felt a little happy, and stood there with his arms folded, without making a sound.

Annie took Datta back to the tent, Dan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and scratched his head, he finally conceded: "Don't look at me like that, Major."

Only then did August restrain his expression, and raised his chin in the direction of the tent: "Go and rest first, I'll watch for the middle of the night."

The body that has been used to taking turns to watch the night automatically adjusted its state when Dan lay down. Maybe he knew that August was guarding outside, and he could handle any unexpected situations. Dan quickly cleared his mind about this team. Various questions from the team.When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, a thought crept into his mind quietly: When did I trust that person so much?

Without further thought, Dan soon fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to feel someone shaking his shoulders, and at the same time a lowered voice called his name.

It took him almost a second to wake up. It was a little dark in the tent, but with the dim light outside, he could still see the people in front of him clearly.

He rubbed his face hard: "What's wrong?"

August's expression was unusually dignified: "Datta is gone."

The author says:

In the middle of the night quietly Mimi added a new chapter, tomorrow will not be updated during the day, we will see you at noon on Monday~