Chen Xia

Chapter 112 Pain

The skylight illuminates the snowy scene, and the cold winter wind howls, gently stirring people's eardrums.

The small stream on the mountain has dried up in this season, Ye Mian took Jiang Yuan's hand along the path to the pavilion
I don't know if they came early enough, there were no other pilgrims on the pavilion.

It's just that the pavilion exposed the mountain, without the shelter of the stone wall, the cold wind blows more violently, rubbing against the girl's facial skin like a knife.

Ye Mian sat on the stone chair, the cold wind made her brain hurt, she couldn't understand the artistic conception that the ancients should have when they built pavilions.

But the scenery is really beautiful.

Sitting on the edge of the pavilion and looking down, what you see is a sea of ​​snow rising and falling, the vision is quite wide, and there are layers of dense clouds.

Jiang Yuan had never seen snow from this angle before, and excitedly pointed to the conspicuous things in the white snow and called: "Mianmian, look, the bamboo forest over there is so beautiful, there are still snow spots hanging on the bamboo joints."

"Keep your voice down." Ye Mian laughed at her, "My ears hurt."

Jiang Yuan smiled nonchalantly, "It's amazing, it's a vast expanse of white, and any color stands out in the snow."

"It's really beautiful." Ye Mian agreed with her words.

Looking around.

The colors of the yellow sails and red silk in the temple are particularly bright in this season.

The sound has disappeared.

There is no chirping of birds and cicadas, and no sound of running water. Except for people's babbling, the world is extremely silent.

Jiang Yuan was very interested today, clamoring to take pictures, so Ye Mian sat with her for a while.

When she was taking pictures, Ye Mian turned her back and accidentally found a wishing belt dropped beside the stone.

There is also a small iron ring hanging above the red wishing belt.

Ye Mian looked around and found the root on an old tree covered with red silk.

She thought it must be because the wind was blowing too hard.

The votive tape had fallen from the old tree roots above.

The sacred yellow letters look very dazzling.

Ye Mian picked up the wishing belt and carefully held it in the palm of her hand. She was not interested in peeking at other people's wishes, so she turned around and said to Jiang Yuan:

"Yuanyuan, I'll go over there and have a look."

"Okay, then be careful."

"Okay." Ye Mian responded, carefully stepping on the winter snow, walking towards the old tree covered with red stripes.

After finally climbing to the root of the tree, she found that the branch was higher than expected, and she should not be able to climb it.

"..."

What should I do?
Reflexively, she touched a stick on the ground, and put the wishing belt on the stick.

He raised his head high, stretched out his hand hard, and threw the hook up.

Repeatedly toss several times.

The tape finally hung back on the treetop safe and sound, dancing against the wind.

Ye Mian smiled happily.

The wind blew her skirt, causing a little resistance, and her slightly curly long hair was blown a little messy.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a bright red on the snow behind him.

Ye Mian sighed, thinking that since everything has come, let's do the good thing to the end.

Go back over the old tree roots.

A raccoon cat heard the movement and jumped out from behind the tree in a hurry. She followed the frightened figure of the cat.

Red on the ground...

It's a pool of blood! ! !

There were drops of blood splashed around, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Ye Mian was startled, her smile suddenly froze.

A trail of blood snaked toward a nearby shed.

The shed is simple, but wraps well.

It should be built by the compassionate monks on the mountain to protect the small animals in the winter snow.

She wasn't sure if any of the kittens were injured.

Bite the bullet and ran over and opened the curtain.

A hand as cold and white as snow was sticking straight to the snow, the knuckles were eerily red.

The strong wind started to blow, and Ye Mian took a deep breath.

She never thought of...

In this cold weather, people were injured in the shed.

Regardless of her fear, Ye Mian hurriedly leaned in.

The light in the dim shed was not as bright as outside. A man was wearing thin clothes, lying on the wooden board lingering, his body curled up tightly, and his abdomen was covered with blood.

Ye Mian panicked and called softly, "Sir, how are you doing? Sir? Are you awake?"

Not getting a response, Ye Mian stretched out her icy cold hand to help the man with difficulty.

When she saw the very familiar face clearly, she trembled violently.

It was the old friend who was far away overseas.

He, who should have been very strong, was now more fragile than a cat. Nestled in this scrawled straw shed, especially when he touched his cold body temperature, Ye Mian almost thought he was dead.

Masses of blood froze on the boards.

She has seen the scene of him being injured too many times, but she did not expect this time to be so serious.

The cold wind outside was biting, wreaking havoc on the surrounding air.

Ye Mian didn't have time to react, her body had already moved.

She picked up the man without hesitation, took off her coat, and covered him tightly.

"Don't be afraid, Jiang Chen." Ye Mian had tears in her eyes, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, if you persist, I'll take you out."

After speaking, she picked up her mobile phone to call an ambulance and call the police.

The man's hand was raised suddenly, but he didn't have the strength to stop her, he just hung his hand gently on the phone.

His eyes were slightly open, his pale lips were bleeding from the cold, he smiled and said angrily, "Ye Mian, don't... call the police."

"..."

At this time, he could still laugh.

Ye Mian's heart was throbbing with pain, and her tears dripped uncontrollably: "What if we don't call the police?"

Jiang Chen's coquettish eyes were closed again, and the corners of his mouth were still raised. It could be seen that he was holding himself up, unable to move, and his voice was trembling.

"It's too cold. Put on your coat...you...go back first...I have a way."

Even dogs don't believe this statement.

Ye Mian couldn't believe it either.

If he really had a way, he would almost freeze to death.

In other words, even if he had a solution, he would already be dead when the solution came.

December is the coldest time of the year.

It's no exaggeration.

It will really freeze to death.

Ye Mian gritted her teeth, and hugged him with all her strength. Unfortunately, due to her size, she couldn't hug Jiang Chen who was about 1.8 meters tall.

She could only put Jiang Chen's hand on her shoulder, grasping it tightly, bent her back to prop up the man, and dragged him back bit by bit.

For a distance of several meters, she fell down in the snow three times, and every time she got up, the frightening coldness penetrated her body from her hair, and the snow was hanging on her eyelashes. She felt that her face had been frozen.

But she didn't give up, and while carrying Jiang Chen, she shouted loudly, "Jiang Yuan...Jiang Yuan."

Jiang Yuan was on the pavilion, so it was impossible to hear the movement here.

Even Ye Mian couldn't count how many times she threw herself into the snow along the way, only to collapse and move forward with all her might.

The thick coat was still draped over Jiang Chen, while Ye Mian was only wearing a winter skirt.

At this moment, she felt that her body no longer had the warmth brought by the backflow of blood, only the cold pain.

Even breathing is bone-chillingly cold.

(End of this chapter)