Rita didn’t think much about losing her stick directly, regardless of the low temperature at night. She ran to Surdak in a light coat and gave him a big hug. Even her hair and eyebrows were all snow, and she was all white like a snowy mountain and a snowy beast. I don’t know how Rita recognized herself at a glance.
I felt a warm breath coming at Surdak, and then I ran into Natasha’s gentle eyes behind me.
"It’s too cold outside. Let’s go inside and say," Surdak said, holding Rita’s tight and soft shoulders with both hands and moving her from her arms to two women dressed in snow and clothes.
Rita didn’t feel cold at this time. Her hands covered her chest and her linen shirt showed a clear outline. Her face was a little red.
However, a pair of big blue eyes still asked very earnestly, "What happened? Why do you take the mountain road in this weather? "
Her face looks just like his brother Surdak’s, and he couldn’t help touching the top of her head.
Surdak stretched out his other hand and took Natasha as he walked into the room, saying, "Nothing happened. Everything is fine. An adult magician in the city needs to buy some sulfur mines. I came back this time to get sulfur mines."
When I entered the room, Suldak finally felt a little warmth. Rita lit a candle in the narrow living room. In the living room, it was still the same as before. Suldak took off her cloak and just wanted to sit down to catch her breath when she saw the door of old Sheila. Old Sheila staggered out of the room.
Surdak went over and hugged old Sheila. Old Sheila felt a little weak in her legs and feet, so she took a chair by the fireplace and ordered, "Rita, you can burn some hot water and take a hot bath to drive away the cold."
He said to Natasha behind him, "Natasha, please light the fireplace again and hang a scone. There were some chestnut porridge left last night, and Duck needs to drink some heat."
There is still some residual temperature in the ashes in the fireplace. Natasha took some straw from the outside to ignite several pine cone flames in the furnace. As soon as they burned, she hung a baked wheat cake by the fire and a small cooking pot by the fire, and the chestnut porridge in it soon puffed up.
Surdak rubbed his hands and said to old Sheila, whose face was tired, "You go to rest. I’ll eat something and go to bed."
"Old people don’t sleep so much. Sit down and tell me something about the city …" Old Sheila smiled lightly at Surdak and said slowly.
Natasha took out a blanket for old Sheila to cover her legs. Old Sheila casually asked Surdak about life in Hailanza.
"Where to live … I now live in the student dormitory of Knight College, where the conditions are very good. A single room with a terrace …" Surdak said honestly, but obviously old Sheila couldn’t understand what the dormitory was and couldn’t imagine what the terrace was like, but she listened to Surdak’s colorful description of the college with a faint smile in her eyes.
It seems to her that in a few years, little Peter will probably be able to study in Knight College and live in a spacious and warm dormitory, which is probably the biggest wish of old Sheila.
"There are three meals a day and white bread and broth in the college canteen …" Surdak continued.
Few people in Woer village can eat white bread. Fine wheat flour is very different from wheat flour. It needs to be shelled and ground to remove the wheat bran and germ residue. After careful selection, it can be ground again to get fine wheat flour. This kind of wheat flour is a waste of food. No one in Woer village would do this, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know white bread. When Suldak said that Rita couldn’t help but swallow her mouth every day next to the broth in the college cafeteria.
Surdak told old Sheila about joining the guard camp in Hailansa, which was never a privilege in Walvillage. When she heard that Surdak’s life in Hailansa was so comfortable, the spirit of old Sheila gradually eased. She couldn’t help but feel a little sleepy and lift the carpet slowly. She didn’t want to be in any physical condition. Little Peter couldn’t have it before he entered Knight’s College.
Old Sheila said to Surdak before going to bed, "Your room has never been lit. It’s as cold as icehouse’s. Take a hot bath and get tired. Let’s sleep here tonight!"
"Good" Surdak is eating hot chestnut rice porridge in a small boiling pot.
Rita also brought a plate of thinly sliced raw ham, and Surdak tore a crispy baked scone, which she thought was really good to eat with.
After all this, Rita yawned and went into the room to sleep. When she knew that she would leave some for Natasha and Surdak,
Surdak is wolfing down scones and candlelight. Natasha’s eyes are more focused than her eyes. She sits on a small stool with her elbows propped on her knees and holds the bar with one hand. She quietly watches Surdak. Since the man appeared in front of her, her life is constantly changing. The cold north wind no longer pours into the room along the cracks in the roof, and she can’t save a lot of food all winter. She goes to sleep hungry every day. Maybe in spring, she doesn’t have to go to the beach to dig grass roots. Now life should be given by the goddess! What’s not satisfied with this?
After eating, Surdak got into the warm barrel and the chill in his body was completely removed. Natasha came in with clean and loose linen pajamas. Surdak looked up and tried to pull Natasha’s hand, but she fled like a deer.
Wait until Surdak takes a hot bath and returns to the living room in his thin pajamas while wiping his wet hair.
Natasha emptied the water in the bucket, or the bucket would be broken by the ice before it froze.
There is a piece of red charcoal fire left in the fireplace in the living room. The most comfortable lounge chair is covered with a thick layer of warm fire chair baked by Surdak. Natasha is busy. After all this, she blows out the residual candles in the living room and is about to go back to her room softly.
"Otherwise … talk to me for a while."
Suldak said in a small way in the dim living room
Natasha stopped and her face turned slightly red, but she still walked slowly to Surdak, next to the fireplace, and another chair sat red. The fire reflected her beautiful face, and her blue eyes became a little deep. Surdak reached over and rubbed her curly blonde hair and was wrapped around her.
"How cold it is to sit like this! Do you want to lie down with me for a while … "
Natasha doesn’t know how she squeezed the narrow lounge chair with Surdak. It’s like being under a spell. There are a pair of determined eyes and some stubble in front of her. Natasha tries to lean out too much, and Gensoul Dudak will lie uncomfortable. Then a pair of big hands will hold her tightly in her arms.
Before Natasha struggled, Surdak said quietly, "Don’t just hold on for a while …"
……
Natasha woke up suddenly when she heard the door sound.
She can’t remember when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was dawn. Looking at the scattered clothes beside the fireplace, Natasha wanted to escape from the scene as soon as possible.
In a panic, she propped herself up from the sleeping Surdak’s arms and swung around. Natasha was almost about to cry, and everything in her pajamas was gone. Just in time, Rita just got up and walked out of the room. She hurriedly retracted her cup and worried that Surdak would wake up. She climbed up softly and held her red face and quickly ran into the inner room from Rita.