The first snow in winter fell in the middle of the night, Chu Yunyao opened the door and saw that it was white outside, and she wore clogs to go to the river to fetch water.

The weather was bitterly cold, Mo Jinyu was sick again, and it was useless to eat the herbs she picked.

Chu Yunyao covered him with an extra quilt, and made Tang Pozi cover his futon to prevent him from freezing.

When he arrived at the river, he saw that there was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the river, Chu Yunyao took a flat pole and smashed the ice, scooped two buckets of water and walked back.

The snow accumulated on the clogs, getting thicker and thicker, Chu Yunyao stomped her feet hard, didn't stand firmly, and accidentally fell.

The barrel tumbled on the ground, and the water from the barrel spilled all over her clothes.

Chu Yunyao got up from the ground, looked at the back of her scratched hand, and quietly looked at the wooden barrel that rolled down the hillside, and a sadness surged in her heart for no reason, she found a stone and sat down, knocked off the snow on the bottom of the clogs, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

In the end, Chu Yunyao covered her face with her hands and cried quietly.

From falling in this almost isolated place, although busy, she never felt how bitter, but looking at this icy and snowy mountain, she really didn't know what year and month she would have to wait to get out of here.

The child is so small that she can't do without her.

Mo Jinyu's health is getting worse day by day, she can't bear to leave him, but I don't know if it's because of the weather or other reasons, his body seems to be about to reach the limit of what it can bear.

There was no one who could find her, except for the mink who jumped from above.

She asked the people in the village, and in the past few decades, except for intermarriage with other villages, there are basically no people from afar.

It is only in the nearby villages that people live here.

For so many years, no one has ever been able to get out of here.

The villagers have lived here for generations, generation after generation, and some ambitious young people will run back in despair even if they go out with dry food on their backs.

Mo Jinyu's body couldn't be dragged on, but she was trapped here by the heavy snow, and the people outside couldn't find it, and the people inside couldn't get out.

She didn't know how long it would take for the snow to fall, how long it would take for winter to pass, and when spring would come when the snow would melt.

The longing buried in my heart is like an open floodgate.

Even when she cried, she had to hide in a place where no one was, for fear of being seen.

"Ling Yuan, I miss you so much." Chu Yunyao sat for a moment and saw that the sky was starting to snow again.

He sniffed, got up from the rocks, put on the clogs, picked up two buckets of water again, and walked back slowly and steadily.

Before he entered the door, he heard Xiu'er's loud cry.

Chu Yunyao pushed open the door and saw that Mo Jinyu had already gotten up dragging her sick body, and was skillfully changing Xiu'er's diapers.

Chu Yunyao hurriedly covered her cold hand in her stomach a little warmer, and walked over to help: "What's wrong?" Wet again? ”

"It stinks." Mo Jinyu's warm voice was thick nasal, "Xiu'er is very well-behaved, she woke up and played by herself, and after playing for a while, she started crying when she pulled the stink, and her true love was clean." ”

Chu Yunyao: "......"

Probably in Mo Jinyu's eyes, a baby who is only a few months old is fragrant even when he poops.

Chu Yunyao scooped up warm water, washed Xiu'er, stuffed the baby into the futon again, and when she turned her head, she saw Mo Jinyu going outside with dirty diapers.

Chu Yunyao hurriedly pulled him in: "It's cold outside, so as not to get worse if the wind blows, I'll just wash it." ”

Mo Jinyu lowered her head, saw her watery eyes, raised her fingers and lowered them, and asked gently, "Have you cried?" ”