The next day after dinner at the Hongwei Hotel, I greeted Master Liu, rode the big "permanent" of Senior Brother Xiao Cai, skipped the work and slipped out of the factory. I went to the post office to buy a New Year's greetings and sent it to Yuan Yuan. I sent various holiday supply rolls from the factory to shops and exchanged them for items one by one. When I came back with a large bag of small bags, small snowflakes began to float in the gloomy sky.

That night, the strong wind was like a trapped beast whine all night. When I pushed the door in the morning, I saw that the world was already vast. Although the cold wind was a little smaller, the snowflakes were still floating, and it seemed that there was no sign of stopping for a while. Looking at the scene in front of me, whether to leave or not? I was unable to make up for the moment.

After a simple breakfast, I stood at the window and weighed it repeatedly. Finally, I thought that with my youth and strength, I could walk for more than a hundred miles, and I could reach the end of a day. If I had a firm determination, I became fearless. Like my father back then, I hung my two pig heads on the handlebars, and once again tightened the cardboard box with things on the back rack, resolutely pushed the big "permanent" and plunged into the wind and snow all over the sky.

I stepped out of the county town with ankle-free snow and rushed out of the county town, stumbled and climbed up the high canal weir. The northwest wind whistled from the river to the head and the face blew over, and in an instant, it made me feel cold from top to bottom. I held my energy and rode for less than five miles against the wind and snow, and I couldn't ride anymore. I had to get down and push the car, and walked forward with deep feet and shallow feet for a while, and I was so tired that I was like a bear, panting and breathing heavily.

At this time, the wind and snow suddenly became crazy again. If I jumped and slid into the yangko like this, it would be difficult to get home even if it was dark. Should I continue walking forward or go back now? In the past, I did not rely on the village or the shops, and I began to regret my impulse.

While I was hesitating, a sudden burst of car sounds came from behind me. A Soviet-made Gasjeep rushed out of the flying snow curtain like an angry bull covered with snow felt, roaring hysterically, and rushed towards me crookedly.

"Ouch..." I quickly avoided it, and when I caught my guard, my feet slipped and I fell into trouble with the man and the car.

As the wind sobbed, I slid to the side of the road with a "squeak", and suddenly rolled down the steep weir, rolling down the steep weir, losing consciousness in the spin. The wind and snow whipped coldly on my face, numb and painful. I don't know how long it took for my mind to gradually wake up. I slowly broke away my eyelids and saw that there was a vast white chaos in front of me. What was this place? After careful judgment for a while, I realized that I was lying in the snow nest under the river beach.

"Hey—" A faint call came from the roaring wind.

I struggled to raise my head and looked up with the intermittent sound. I saw a buzzing red slid rapidly in the vast world, waving a wave of snow like a sea of ​​tides, floating towards me along the steep weir. When the bright red slid beside me, I saw a pretty face wrapped in a big red scarf.

"Brother Wu Ping! How could it be you?" Yin Hong widened her eyes in surprise.

"Sister Hong..." I shook my heavy head, unable to believe my eyes for a moment.

Heavy snow was filled with snow and cold wind blew people. In this wilderness where ice and snow were raging, the woman who had always been worried about her appeared in front of her incredible ways.

"You... didn't break it?" Yin Hong hurriedly reached out and grabbed my arm, "Let's climb up! Otherwise, you will freeze to death."

"Why are you going back now?"                                                                                                                           

"I just returned for more than 20 days." I tried hard to keep myself away, trying to cover up some wind and snow for the bright red.

When we supported each other, rolled and climbed to the top of the weir step by step, we were exhausted and sweating profusely. I gasped for a long time before I picked up the two pig heads on the snow in a mess and barely helped up the big "permanent" tilted beside the road.

Yin Hong walked to the jeep and slapped the car door with a "bang": "Master Driver, this is my brother from the same village, let's take him with me."

In the wind and snow, a bearded driver started to walk and got out of the car reluctantly. With his impatient urging and guidance, I hurriedly tied the big "permanent" to the shelf behind the Jeep, then lifted up two pig heads and cardboard boxes, opened the back door of the car and went in.

Faced with the strong wind, the jeep increased its horsepower and staggered on the road. I quickly took out a pack of "Peak Horse" cigarettes, leaned over with a smile, and placed it on the dashboard in front. Yin Hong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, changed the baby in her arms, turned her face to the side, and gave me a knowing smile.

"This is Master Liang from the Health Bureau." Yin Hong's fair cheeks were red with cold and she introduced them softly.

"Hello Master Liang." I shouted with gratitude.

"Yes." Beard raised his eyelids and smiled at me.

There was no storm and snow around me, and my cool body and mind slowly warmed up. I secretly looked at the bright red, clear eyes, curved willow eyebrows, thin lips, and delicate skin beside me. Although I haven't seen each other for many days, she is still so beautiful and charming, but her figure is a bit plump than before. Perhaps because of childbirth, it exudes a feminine charm.

"Is it a son or a daughter?" I asked softly at the sleeping baby in her arms.

"Son." Yin Hong flashed with two scattered autumn water, looking kindly at the baby in her arms.

"Sister Hong, has Brother Peng not come back for the New Year?" I thought of the people in the guesthouse and asked involuntarily.

"Brother Peng?" Yin Hong's eyes flashed with grief. After a moment of smile, he said verbally, "Everyone wants to take a vacation during the New Year. He has just been promoted for a while and I don't have the nerve to argue with everyone."

I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart: "Where...he hasn't seen this child yet?"

"No." The long red eyelashes drooped.

"Platform Leader Peng is asking for progress." At this time, the wind and snow were lighter, and the bearded driver tore open the box in front of him and picked up a "Peak Horse" cigarette.

"I went to find you a few days ago, and Zhao Wu's mother said you were on duty." I looked ahead and my heart was suspended.

"Is that right..." Yin Hong glanced at me alertly, "No wonder I came back from duty that day, and the old woman said sarcastically that someone was looking for me."

"You... are you living there? "I followed her words and said what I wanted to ask the most.

"How to say it..." The bright red expression dimmed, and his voice was as light as a feather.

The smoke from his beard awakened the sleeping baby. He danced his hands, pulled his voice, and cried "wow". The bright red curled his empty eyes, lifted up half of his clothes, and put his towering chest to the child's mouth. The baby's cry immediately turned into a happy sucking sound, and a thick slutty permeated the narrow space.

Because there were two men sitting beside me, Yin Hong pulled her clothes and her fair cheeks were dyed with two blush. I quickly turned my eyes away, but saw the bearded driver in front of me, fiddling with the steering wheel distractedly, and the two thiefs' eyes were drilling into Yin Hong's arms.

"Oh--" With Yin Hong's scream, the jeep trembled violently like a drunkard.

"Quick--" I also realized the crisis, and I was afraid of the bearded back of the chair.

Beard suddenly came to his senses, and he leaned against the steering wheel with both hands, and stomped on the brakes in a hurry. The Gas car made a series of creepy screams, and with great inertia, it still stumbled towards the side of the road. As the woman screamed and the child cried, I closed my eyes and grabbed the seat in front.

"Crack--" Old Gas was like a stranded fishing boat, dragging the four wheels that had been completely locked. In the high snow waves, two black mud ruts were plowed out, and accompanied by the sound of metal scraping and tearing, he finally staggered and stopped.

The beard of beards with beads of sweat the size of beans were covered with beans. A wheel under him was already hanging on the high weir.
Chapter completed!