The night in the mountains is extraordinarily quiet.

Even with the door closed, the sound of those people downstairs playing mahjong could be heard. Mahjong was on the table, being pushed around by several hands, making the sound of Gragla. After the mahjong match, there was still a man's laughing voice, rough and hoarse.

There were no chairs in the room, Song Zhaoshui sat beside the bed, took off his hair drying cap, and let his wet long hair hang down in front of him, obscuring his vision.

She took the hairdryer and said to Xie Nanting, "I'm going to quarrel with you for a while."

Xie Nanting mumbled "it's okay" vaguely, then walked to the window and opened a small slit to let the cold night wind wake him up.

He seems to be standing on the border between ice and fire, the left is the lonely and cold winter night, the right is the warm and intoxicating March.

The warm air from the hair dryer warmed the aroma in her hair and sent it continuously to the tip of his nose.

Forget it, he closed the window cruelly and walked to Song Zhaoshui's side: "I'll blow your hair for you."

His voice was tight and dry, as if he was asking for a dangerous mission.

Song Zhaoshui lowered his head so low that his neck was about to break, so he handed him the hairdryer. Unconsciously or not, Xie Nanting's fingers brushed across the back of her hand, cool.

"Haven't you recovered yet?" Song Zhaoshui thought it was still frozen when he was helping him look at the bathroom door.

Xie Nanting knew it well, but it was caused when he just pressed his hand against the glass window in order to relieve the evil thoughts in his heart. He gave a low "um", his hand holding the small hair dryer was a little hard, and his knuckles turned white.

Travel hair dryer, small and easy to carry, but the power is not high.

Song Zhaoshui's long, thick curly hair seemed a bit cumbersome, and she planned to take over the hairdryer after a while, so that Xie Nanting would not get impatient.

Why would Xie Nanting feel annoyed? He had a hair dryer in one hand and a hand in his trouser pocket, which was a bit of a cool suspicion.

But only in this way, Song Zhaoshui would not see his hand in his trouser pocket, clenched tightly into a fist.

After a while, he took out his hand from his trouser pocket, and, pretending to be indifferent, stroked Song Zhaoshui's hair.

Well, she didn't respond.

Then he simply used both hands, holding the hair dryer in his right hand and gently rubbing the top of her hair with his left.

Where is Song Zhaoshui not responding? When Xie Nanting first started, she regretted it. Originally, it was embarrassing enough to be alone in the same room at night, and she even had her hair dry.

Xie Nanting's fingertips gently pressed against her hair, itchy, which made her feel a little strange.

Before her hair was completely dried, she said, "Okay, that's it."

Xie Nanting took a step back and refused to say, "It's so cold here, if you don't dry your hair to sleep, you'll have a headache."

His voice became more and more astringent, with a bit of hoarseness, and it seemed a bit ambiguous in the dim room.

Song Zhaoshui hesitated for a while, and when he wanted to say something, he saw the stretched piece of his trousers, and immediately pushed him and got up to leave.

Xie Nanting grabbed her wrist and asked her a little aggrieved.

What's wrong? This is what Song Zhaoshui said. She took the hair dryer from him, and when she was about to leave, she saw the blank expression on his face, and thought that this person had just looked at the door for her for so long, and her heart softened and she committed a crime. wrong.

Then run away.

Leaving Xie Nanting standing by the bed alone and smirking, after a while, he raised his hand and touched his lips, and the smile deepened in his eyes.

She just kissed him, but she still took the initiative.

This was Zhaoshui's first time kissing him.

What day is today? He wants to remember today, Xie Nanting thought so, he took out his mobile phone and sent a Weibo: "In memory of my girlfriend's first kiss. [Heart] [Heart] [Heart]"

Then I gave myself a compliment.

Song Zhaoshui finally dared to be bold, and then huddled under the duvet like an ostrich. Although his cheeks were flushed, he told himself that nothing had happened, and closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

The weather on the second day was even more gloomy. Several people went out together, and asked the proprietress to find a lean man in the town to lead them.

Huangzhuang Village is very poor, even though this town is already very poor, but it is still open to traffic.

The person leading the way walks, and at the same time let a few people make mental preparations.

He also said that after Huangzhuang Village was on the news, the state attached great importance to it, fearing that it would happen again. The population registration in Huangzhuang Village was stricter than other places, and people were always sent to investigate the situation in the village to ensure that the villagers were obedient. No offense.

In fact, most of the men in the village have been arrested, and there are only a few women and children left. Who dares to commit crimes?

Therefore, it is a bit poor here, and there are not many security risks.

Song Zhaoshui walked in front of Xie Nanting and didn't look back at him all the way. Xie Nanting was in a good mood all the way, and he reached out to help when he passed the difficult places.

Even Zhang Man was benefited.

He was a little excited. Seeing that the boss was in such a good mood, he wondered if he should open an extra room when he went back at night, and asked the boss and his girlfriend to live in one.

In this way, it is also convenient for him to play games, right?

The closer you get to Huangzhuang Village, the more difficult it is to walk. There is even a steep cliff that can only be passed by one person. There is a long chain near the cliff, which hangs on the cliff. This is the handrail.

"Walk carefully!" The man who led the way reminded several people.

When walking this distance, Song Zhaoshui could feel that Xie Nanting was following him closely. She thought that if she slipped by accident, this person would definitely catch her right away.

After finally seeing the distant appearance of a few cottages from a distance, the man said with a sigh of relief, "The rest of the way is the ridge, it's good to go."

Probably influenced by his words, Liu Jie relaxed, but fell on the "easy to walk" ridge and sprained her foot.

"Let me see." Song Zhaoshui squatted down to examine Liu Jie's ankle. Seeing that it was red, he said, "I need to wipe it with rubbing alcohol."

"There isn't one in this village," said the man. "There is a health center in the town, so I have to go back."

"Is there no doctor in the village?" Liu Jie asked, blaming herself for being too careless.

Hearing what she said, the man seemed to have heard some kind of joke, laughed twice, and then said: "How can you, everyone who can run away in this village has run away, and the rest can't run away. What did you say? Doctor, would you be willing to stay in this shitty place?"

The sprain could not be delayed, so Xie Nanting asked Zhang Man to take Liu Jie back and went to the town's health clinic to have a look: "Let's go to the village to see, and come pick us up when you settle her down."

There was no other way, Chang Man nodded in agreement.

Liu Jie blamed herself and said that she was sorry, she felt that her assistant was competent.

Song Zhaoshui said, "Go back and have a good rest, you'll be fine."

Just waiting for the three of them to leave, when only she and Xie Nanting were left, she felt a little embarrassed and walked with her head down.

She heard Xie Nanting chuckle, and then a warm hand was firmly inserted into the pocket of her down jacket, wrapping her hand.

Fortunately, we have reached the entrance of the village, and it is no longer a narrow ridge, otherwise there is no way for the two of them to walk side by side.

"Shui Shui walk slowly."

A name, let him call incomparably rippling, twists and turns.

Song Zhaoshui squeezed his fingers hard in his pocket, as if he would restrain himself. Xie Nanting squinted and teased her with a somewhat doting tone: "Not enough effort."

Song Zhaoshui said in his heart, once you bite you, you will know if it is hard enough.

There is an abandoned and broken house at the entrance of the village. The adobe house collapsed, leaving a half-person-high earth wall. A puff of gray smoke drifted from the wall, and there was a little boy's voice: "Oh, will you set fire! "

The child should speak Mandarin, but the accent is too heavy, Song Zhaoshui thought for a while before he understood. Xie Nanting has already shouted inside: "Children, come here."

The child was wrapped in a cotton padded jacket that didn't fit well, wiped his nose with his sleeve across his arm, and then looked at the two of them.

Xie Nanting said, "Where does Huang Ying live, do you know?"

He took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to the child.

Song Zhaoshui looked at Xie Nanting, but he didn't expect that he would actually coax children.

The little boy didn't dare to answer, his face was black and white, his big eyes blinked, and he suddenly jumped up: "You are the ones who came to find my sister! Zhang Man... Uncle!"

Probably because he suddenly realized that it is not good to call the adult by his first name, he added the word uncle bluntly.

"Yes, it's me," Xie Nanting nodded, "will you take us to see your sister?"

He reached out to the child and asked him to pick up the candy.

The child looked at the candies eagerly, and shook his head shyly: "I won't eat it, let's go, come with me."

Song Zhaoshui looked back at the place where the smoke was smoking, and there were three or four children squatting beside him, fiddling around there.

"What are you doing?" she asked the child who led the way.

"Let's play," the child said embarrassedly, as if it would be a shame to tell an adult about his own affairs, "Do it!"

Song Zhaoshui didn't understand, only knew that it was a children's game, so he stopped asking, just said, "It's very dangerous for children to play with fire."

"It doesn't matter, this house is broken." The child didn't realize the real danger and just jumped forward.

Xie Nanting was thoughtful, and when a villager passed by, he stopped him and said, "There are children in the village who are burning fire and playing."

The man nodded, looking like he didn't understand much, Xie Nanting had a headache when he saw it, so he turned back and took out the candy to tempt a few children, put out the fire, and then went back to Huang Ying's house.

"You have a lot of candy in your pocket." Song Zhaoshui teased him, she didn't even know that the man came with a bag of candy.

Xie Nanting touched his pocket again, took it out and saw that there were less than ten left, so he looked at her apologetically: "I still have a few left for this child, and I'll buy it for you when I go back."

This coaxing childish tone made Song Zhaoshui very funny. Who wants candy from you?

After a few steps, the child turned a corner, and the two of them couldn't see him for the time being. Xie Nanting stopped suddenly, bent down to kiss her, gently touched her lips with the tip of her tongue, and touched her face soothingly: "I'll give you one in advance, sweet?"

Song Zhaoshui: ...

"Do you think you're sugar," she said, "what about your face?"