It was getting late now, and with the addition of Nozawa Hideaki, the Nishijo Style did not explore in depth. It just checked the condition of each wooden house in a husband. Then, when the heavy rain hit, we returned to the wooden house with good overall conditions we found.

The whistling wind blew, causing a sound like a woman sobbing.

From far to near, from near to far, the whimpering sounds like a living person and the thick dark night like ink have also made Nozawa Hideaki's mood become heavier.

Such a gloomy sky... I don’t know how long it will take to get out of here.

He thought, and glanced at the West City Style.

Xicheng Style has crushed the compressed biscuits and thrown them into a kettle, then placed them next to the fire to roast them.

This compressed biscuit looks particularly unpalatable if eaten dry. It is dry and difficult to bite into the mouth. If you drink it this way, it is at least a hot soup, which does not have to be chewed and warms the stomach.

When the kettle's biscuit water was almost done, Nishiki-shi picked it up and threw it to Nozawa Hideaki: "Drink a little, so as not to lose strength."

"Ah...oh..."

Nozawa Hideaki took the kettle and was a little moved.

In his opinion, he asked himself to drink it first. He was too careful about himself.

He hugged and took a sip—

Nozawa Hideaki showed a hint of disgrace.

no way.

The cookie soup in this kettle is sticky and not delicious at all.

However, although it is not delicious, it is unexpectedly warms the stomach.

He took several sips in a row, and then handed the kettle to Xicheng: "Mr. Xicheng, you can drink some too."

"No need." Xicheng style waved his hand, picked up the wooden stick and began to fiddle with the fire: "Drink it."

"How can this be? You are so caring for me! I am an adult, how can you, a minor, take care of me like this?"

Nozawa Hideaki stood up relentlessly.

He also felt a little embarrassed.

How can we get Xicheng style to take care of it?

"No." Xichengshi looked up and said his answer: "That, it's too bad. I just don't want to drink it."

"Well--"

"You drink it."

"Uh..." Nozawa Hideaki was speechless, and he opened his mouth, and was a little helpless.

Xicheng style is too chatty.

He could sell his favor to himself, but he had no intention of doing so and honestly expressed his own thoughts.

Nozawa Hideaki took two more sips and his stomach was half full.

After soaking these compressed biscuits, they will be very full. Most people can get full after three or four pieces.

But this thing is not nutritious, and at most it gives people a sense of fullness.

After drinking, Nozawa Hideaki handed the kettle to Nishijoshi.

Xicheng Style glanced at her eyes with a slanted look, took the kettle and took a few sips.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The bloody red red leg fell from the horizon.

At this time, the Xicheng Style had simply washed the kettle and placed it outside the door to collect rainwater.

After walking for a day, the water in the kettle was almost drunk.

This rain was a timely rain, replenishing the water source.

However, Higashinoji estimated that there should be water intake facilities such as ancient wells in the shrine.

Otherwise, wouldn’t the priests of those shrine witches die of thirst?

Therefore, he was not worried about the water source.

It's almost eleven o'clock now.

After walking for a long time and losing blood, Nozawa Hideaki gradually became tired.

"I'll sleep for a while, Mr. Xicheng."

He greeted Xicheng style beside him, who was fiddling with the fire, inserted his hands into each other's sleeves, buried his head under the collar, curled up, closed his eyes, and fell asleep soon.

The weather in the deep mountains is changing.

Especially on nights, on this rainy night, the mountain wind whirrs and the temperature drops sharply.

Although there are wooden houses to shelter from the wind and rain, the air is still filled with chills, and even people are by the fire cannot improve this situation.

In the second half of the night, even Hideaki Nozawa, who was half asleep and half awake, could feel the coldness on his body.

But he could only continue to fall asleep.

......

The next day.

Nozawa Hideaki woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw the thick blanket covered with his body.

This made him stunned, and then he realized.

Isn’t this a West City-style blanket?

No wonder he felt much warmer in the second half of the night.

It turns out to be a West City style...

"By the way, Mr. Nishisei..."

Only then did Nozawa Hideaki react and looked up at the other side of the fire.

Xichengshi leaned against her body and rested with a backpack as a pillow.

His face was rosy and his sleeping posture was natural, and he seemed to be not attacked by the cold air at all.

Nozawa Hideaki didn't notice this. Seeing that Nishijo-style sleeping posture was so peaceful, he thought the other party had been frozen to death.

"Mr. Xicheng! Mr. Xicheng! Wake up!"

Nozawa Hideaki shook the Nishijo style vigorously.

His strength was very strong, and his voice was no less than his strength. He instantly woke up the Xicheng style of his sleep from his dream.

"What are you doing?"

The Xicheng style tone is not particularly good.

Anyone who is shaking like this when he is sleeping comfortably will probably not be in a good mood.

"This blanket...is Mr. Nishiseki's?"

Nozawa Hideaki looked at Nishiki with gratitude: "Thank you so much, I..."

"Ah, that blanket is too hot, I can't use it, so I'll use it for you. What? Is there any problem?"

Xicheng style frowned and interrupted the other party's spell casting and asked.

"Uh...it's okay."

Nozawa Hideaki opened his mouth wide and swallowed the words of thanks into his throat.

"Yeah?"

Xicheng Shi didn't want to pay attention to him, so she changed her position and went to bed: "I'll sleep for a while and set off in half an hour."

"Ah... OK."

Nozawa Hideaki nodded foolishly.

Then he watched Xicheng style fall asleep again.

Then he glanced at the blanket in his hand.

An idea came to my mind inexplicably.

Could it be that at least the Xicheng style doesn’t want to be psychologically burdened, so it pretends that it doesn’t need blankets or compressed cookie soup at all?

In fact, Xicheng style is also very hungry and cold.

But he doesn't want to be psychologically burdened, so he makes that attitude?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible.

Xicheng style is hungry and cold, but is unwilling to let yourself suffer...

Is this character too noble?

Nozawa Hideaki looked at Nishijo's back, and as he looked, he sobbed and burst into tears.
To be continued...