Chapter 243 Never been so warm

Author: Shui Qianche

Chapter 243 Never been so warm

Similar situations like the one in Yongmengxiang are still happening in various villages around Beiyuan City.

In a mountain covered by wind and snow, several staggering old people were walking slowly up the mountain.

At first glance, they are all neatly dressed, covering their thin bodies completely, but if you look closely, you will find that the clothes they are wearing are not made of good material. There are many traces of sewing, threads and signs of friction and fading, which all indicate that the clothes are not good.

Over the years, apart from covering the body, it has poor thermal insulation and wind resistance effects.

Their expressions were numb and calm, and they knew exactly where their goals were.

There were those who were weak and unable to walk, so they were helped by their companions to continue moving forward. Even though they were slow, they never stopped.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, but these old people who had been walking for a while and whose senses were frozen by the cold did not notice it immediately.

Until the people behind finally caught up with them and shouted: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

The old people looked back blankly, and the man had already rushed to them, holding the wrist of one of them, and holding the old man's frozen hand tightly in his young and warm palm.

"Grandpa!"

The skinny old man, who was called grandpa by the young man, trembled his lips, "Xiangzi, what, why are you here?"

Xiangzi burst into tears, but they were wiped away by his hand before they fell, and he said angrily: "If I don't come, I will never see grandpa again. I said, I said I can afford it and live well, grandpa, why don't you listen?"

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Grandpa didn't speak. His eyes, which were pressed down by thick folded eyelids, showed the calmness of resignation.

You can't afford it, you can't live with it.

Those of them who have lived to this age can feel that there will be a cold wave coming this year.

When the weather is freezing, the food at home and the firewood and clothing to keep warm will definitely not be enough.

Their old bones require more calories.

Instead of wasting resources on their old bones, it is better to leave them to the children and give them more hope of living.

This is what the elders in the village always do when encountering cold snaps.

There is a natural cave at the top of their mountain. It is well hidden and protected from wild beasts. It is called the Changmian Cave by the old people in the village. Every year, some old people who find it difficult to survive will go to the Changmian Cave by themselves and sleep peacefully in the cave.

This time, Grandpa Xiangzi and other old people around him went to Changmian Point together.

They didn't wear any good clothes, just enough to cover their bodies, and everyone walked together peacefully and peacefully. Because they had someone to accompany them on their way to sleep, and their sleep also gave future generations hope for Changchun.

"Xiangzi, don't be sad." Grandpa's hand was warmed by Xiangzi. Now that he had the strength to move, he touched Xiangzi's head and said calmly: "Grandpa is old enough. It's enough. It's enough. You can go with peace of mind."

Xiangzi shook his head, "Grandpa, listen to me..."

Grandpa didn't listen, it was just that the child wanted to be strong and filial piety showed that he could take care of him through the cold winter.

But this child has never seen the horror of a real cold wave since he grew up. It is not comparable to the ordinary cold days in the north.

"Xiangzi, go back." Grandpa said, "We must walk this road ourselves, and we cannot send you away."

Letting a child send them on their way is not good for the child's psychology, nor is it good for the elderly who are consciously buried in the grave. It will arouse their intolerance and longing for their loved ones.

The other old people around him have already taken action again. Only one old man who is closest to Grandpa Xiangzi is waiting at the spot, planning to help Grandpa Xiangzi finish his words and then help him along the way.

"Grandpa, listen to what I have to say. Don't leave either! People from the city are coming. They are like gods. They have brought supplies for the winter and given them to every household. We will definitely be fine this year and in the future.

It will definitely be better!" Seeing this situation, Xiangzi couldn't care less about his emotions and finished his words quickly, barely breathing.

These words made the other old people who had left stop, but they only stopped, and the numbness in their eyes that begged for death did not change much.

Grandpa Xiangzi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded, "Okay, okay, that's good, so we can rest assured."

Xiangzi's eyes widened, never expecting that his words not only failed to restore his grandfather's energy, but actually made them feel more at ease to run to their deaths.

At this moment Xiangzi regretted why he went up the mountain alone to find his grandfather and the others without notifying others, which made his words alone not carry enough weight.

"No, grandpa, you didn't understand. It's not ordinary supplies. Those adults are...by the way, they are night messengers, divine messengers. They can take things out of thin air, are extremely powerful, and can dispel the cold. What they gave

The supplies are not ordinary disaster relief, they are not porridge and water. Grandpa, we can all survive, we will definitely survive. This year, not only young children, but also the elderly will definitely be able to survive!"

Xiangzi spoke extremely enthusiastically, with a burning light shining in his eyes.

In my memory, not long ago, the envoys who were dressed in black and with red tassels hanging around their waists, each one looked like a young man but had extraordinary momentum, and their every move was like an immortal's.

Hearing what they said, he was so happy that he went back in a hurry to tell his grandfather who was bedridden recently, but he did not find his grandfather in the room.

Later, when he looked around at home, he found that a steamed bun was missing from his home. His grandfather's old clothes were actually thicker. The blanket that had been covering his grandfather to keep him warm these days was left at home. Xiangzi thought of a possibility.

His mind exploded, and he rushed towards Changmian Cave without thinking, and finally caught up with his grandfather and the others, but now they didn't believe what he said at all, and looked at him with such loving eyes, as if to say: I know your filial piety.

, you can even make up such nonsense just for us to go back.

Xiangzi was so anxious that he wished he could just put his grandfather on his back and take him back.

But what about others?

Watching other familiar old people in the village die?

How about carrying grandpa back first and then calling someone to come up and take him?

The wind and snow are getting stronger.

Xiangzi knew there was no time to delay.

He felt sorry for the other elderly people, but more importantly, his grandfather.

Just when Xiangzi was doing what he wanted to do, a voice came from the front.

A group of people appeared in their field of vision.

"Found it!"

"It's Xiangzi. This kid is really smart and faster than us."

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"Milk! You're home, you can go home."

The shouts of relatives reached the ears of the old man who was preparing to go to the scene.

The numb old people finally lost their composure.

The reason why they went up the mountain quietly was because they didn't want to face the separation of their loved ones, they didn't want their loved ones to be sad, and they didn't want to hesitate to die.

"Put the person on your back." The voice was calm and steady, and the young people in the village obeyed without hesitation.

The old people turned their eyes to the speaker, and then fell into a trance.

The young man in black clothes and red tassels does not look amazing, but he gives people the impression of Mount Tai.

In the freezing mountains, he was dressed lightly and had a tall and straight figure.

Faced with these old people who would rather die than give the hope of life to their children, Ye Jing, the captain of the night tour team in charge of this village, smiled and said in a gentle voice with respect to the elders: "Please, elders.

When I return home, a night out in the cold weather is about to begin, it should be a peaceful and happy day for the whole family."

Before the old people could react, they were already being carried on the backs of the young people in the village.

Some of them still don't want to go back and cause trouble to their families, or they are lonely old people who have no family and feel that there is no point in going back.

However, the lonely old man who felt it was meaningless was also carried on the back of a village boy.

The old man was stunned, "You...you..."

The young man turned his head and said, "You don't know me, but I remember you. You fed me a few mouthfuls of food."

The old man's lips trembled. In fact, he remembered, he remembered.

At this time, there was a cry of surprise.

The old man looked away.

Ye Jing took out the thermal blanket and hand stove from the wishful bag, and asked people to put them on these old people who were weak and cold all the way.

Only this time did the old people understand what Xiangzi meant by the divine messengers and immortal methods.

Warmth came from the back, from the hands, from the young backs that were close to the chest, and the warmth enveloped the whole bodies of the old people who were preparing to die.

They were in a trance, as if they had never been so warm in their lives.
Chapter completed!