The Return of Cambrian Period

Cong Xia took out bacon, lamb, meatballs, tofu and several vegetables from the car, started hot pot, and opened a small bottle of orange juice very luxuriously.

The sun was setting, and the weather was getting colder and colder. They surrounded the fire tightly and could not wait to get into the fire.

Unexpectedly, there was snow in the sky. Everyone looked up, the vast dark blue night sky was full of stars, silver white snowflakes were sprayed in the sky, and the white light shimmered under the moonlight. This scene was too beautiful to breathe.

The cold snowflake fell on Cong Xia's face. He reached out and touched it, and he sighed, "It's snowing ... a lot of snow."

Abu watched the snowflakes falling in the sky curiously, and occasionally stretched out his paws to go enough, the big furry paws waving in the air, but he caught nothing. Snowflakes fell on its staring purple eyes, and the cold touch scared it. It fell to the ground, covered its eyes with its paws, and rolled around.

Everyone laughed at it.

Cong Xia passed the hot rice to the others. "Come, eat it hot. Eat hotpot on a cold day. It's the warmest."

Cold winds blew from the forest. They were standing on the ground with their heads on the ground. They were sitting in front of the fire and eating extravagant hot pots in the wild countryside of the four lands of crisis.

"Xiao Xia, how many peppers did you put in." Liu Fengyu grinned spicyly.

Cong Xia laughed: "It's a bit hot, it's warmer."

"I feel my mouth is about to burn." Liu Fengyu grabbed the orange juice that was about to freeze into ice and took a sip.

Zhuang Yao said angrily: "Why do you drink so much, there are four more people!"

Liu Fengyu sighed contentedly, "I'll spit it out for you?"

"Pooh!"

Tang Yanqiu took a few bites in silence and suddenly said, "Do you know what day it is?"

Liu Fengyu said with a grin, "What day? It won't be your birthday, don't be so vulgar."

Tang Yanqiu looked up at the starry sky and said softly, "Today is New Year's Eve."

Several people froze.

Cong Xia murmured, "Is it? It's New Year's Eve today?"

Zhuang Yao took out his notebook. The first page of that notebook was a calendar. He looked at it, "Today is really New Year's Eve, great New Year's Eve."

Tang Yanqiu smiled lonely. "I didn't intend to say it, but we survived and caught up with the New Year. This is a double happiness and it is worth celebrating together."

The hearts of the people were as suffocated as if they had been twisted by one hand.

New Year, the traditional Chinese New Year, should be a good day for family reunions, but now there are as many displaced and lost loved ones as there are stars in the sky. I am afraid that not many people will celebrate the New Year with a smile today. Most people have lost their homes, lost their loved ones, and even got a mouthful of food that they can swallow. Struggling to death on the death line.

This is the end time. Personal sorrow is extremely small in front of the sorrow of the whole world.

Cong Xia thought that at this moment, if all grief can become a force, then this force is enough to shake the entire planet.

Tang Yanqiu said: "It's better that we open a can of bar. When we left home, we brought two cans. We thought of Beijing to celebrate again. Now we can open a can to celebrate the New Year.

Cong Xiahan smiled and said, "OK."

Tang Yanqiu took the wine from the car, opened the bottle cap, and a fragrant fragrance came out.

He carefully poured the wine into the glass, lest he drop a drop. Then he took the lead in raising the glass, "Come and celebrate our survival."

"Celebrate our survival."

"happy New Year!"

"happy New Year!"

The five raised their heads and drank the glass of wine in a single sip. The spicy liquid flowed down the throat into the stomach, as if the entire abdominal cavity was lit instantly. The hot heat was really energizing and dispelled the winter chill.

Cong Xia's tears came out of this wine. He didn't understand wine, but he liked it. The taste of this wine made him feel like he was in a dream of civilization. He couldn't help but say, "Good wine!"

Cheng Tianbi looked at Cong Xia's red eye circles, and his heart followed.

Tang Yanqiu choked a little. "My family, it must be eating big fish and meat now. That's great."

When Liu Fengyu thought of her parents whose life and death were unknown, she was speechless with heartache.

Zhuang Yao looked down at the boiling hot pot without saying a word.

They drank the wine for a while, and cleaned the hot pot. No one was willing to waste a grain of food in this era.

Zhuang Yao wiped his mouth and said, "Everyone has finished eating, if they are finished ..."

Cheng Tianbi raised his hand. "I don't want to talk about Saitama tonight."

Cong Xiadao: "I don't want to mention ancient jade, can we just spend the year tonight."

Zhuang Yao shrugged. "Well, what do you do for Chinese New Year?"

Cong Xiaqi said: "Are you not celebrating the New Year?"

Zhuang Yao shook his head, "What's the point?"

Cong Xiadao: "The significance of Chinese New Year lies in ..." He wanted to talk about reunion, but was unwilling to let everyone touch the scene again, so he changed his words: "Chinese New Year, anyway, is to eat delicious, play poker, play mahjong."

"We have nothing."

Cong Xia thought about it, "Let's do something else, like playing some puzzle games ..."

Zhuang Yao pouted his lips. "Do you play with me?"

Cong Xia gave him a helpless look.

As soon as Liu Fengyu patted his thighs, "Fist, let's lose ..." Liu Fengyu looked at the bottom of the hip flask, and said loudly, "If you lose, drink hot pot soup! You ca n’t waste soup. When you see pot When will it end? "

Cong Xia glanced at the hot pot soup with red spicy oil, his face slightly changed.

"Why, I'm so afraid of being spicy, you guys don't dare, just play or not."

Cong Xiadao: "Play!"

"Come here! I teach you-"

There was a lively applause in the open forest. They were entertaining themselves around the fire, and after losing, they poured a large mouthful of hot pot soup. The taste was hot and salty, and it was hot in the stomach, just as energetic as wine.

They lived so much in the middle of the night, celebrating the first New Year since the last days.

In the middle of the night, everyone was so tired that they fell into their sleeping bags and fell asleep.

Cheng Tianbi has the best energy, and is naturally his first vigil.

After Cong Xia got into the sleeping bag, he secretly looked at Cheng Tian's wide back, thinking of what happened during the day, and his heart jumped violently.

He kissed this man, damn, how dare he be so brave, it was really ... at that time, he really expressed his determination that he could n’t come back, thinking that if he could n’t come back, he did n’t talk to the person he liked Speaking, isn't it dead eyes, so just crunching your teeth ...

But now that the crisis has passed, he still has to face Cheng Tianbi, which makes him feel ashamed just to think about it.

But Tianbi also kissed him, does it prove that Tianbi also has some meaning to him? Otherwise, according to that character, he will definitely die.

Since he didn't fan him, and kissed him, it means ...

Cong Xia's face was so hot that she could make pancakes, tossing and turning in her sleeping bag, she couldn't sleep.

Cheng Tianbi suddenly turned around, his eyes were particularly bright in the dark.

Cong Xia was startled, too late to pretend to sleep, and had to look at him stupidly.

Cheng Tianbi whispered: "Hurry to sleep."

Cong Xia also whispered, "Drink too much and can't sleep." He thought out after speaking.

Cheng Tianbi whispered: "Don't come out, it's cold, it's hard to cover the heat."

Cong Xia thought about it, and put half of his body out of the sleeping bag, crawling toward Chengtian Wall arch-to-arch like a caterpillar.

Cheng Tianbi frowned, "What are you doing?"

Cong Xia said cheekily, "I want to chat with you." He crawled to the side of Cheng Tianbi and lay down, adding: "I'm afraid you're sleepy."

"I am not sleepy."

"Are you really not chatting?"

"Nothing, you hurry to sleep."

"Then kiss me again." Cong Xia said these words, his lips trembled, and he looked at Cheng Tianbi with some fear and expectations. He just wanted to know what Cheng Tianbi thought, if he didn't understand This problem, he will not fall asleep all night.

Cheng Tianbi looked rigid, turned his face, and whispered, "Don't make a fool."

Cong Xia said babblingly: "I just, think, wonder, did you lose too much blood during the day ... dizzy ... only ..."

Cheng Tianbi said stiffly, "No."

"Then how, what do you think."

Cheng Tianbi stiffened his back, and didn't turn his head for a long time.

Cong Xia waited every minute and second, feeling sour and sweet in my heart, I don't know how to describe it.

I didn't know how long it took for Cheng Tianbi to turn around. He suddenly fell down, pressed Cong Xia's forehead, and his cold lips gently touched Cong Xia's lips.

Cong Xia's body was stuffed in a sleeping bag, and only her head was exposed. Such a kiss looks a little funny, but the sweet and beautiful taste has not been compromised.

He wanted to reach out and touch the sky wall, but did not dare to make a big move, lest he disturb such a quiet moment, he could only raise his chin gently, rubbing the sky wall's lips.

The gentle kiss, with the coldness of winter and the warmth of the sky, made him feel supremely satisfied.

Cheng Tianbi slowly raised his head, looked into his eyes, and said dumbly, "Can you sleep now?"

Cong Xia nodded like pounding garlic, "Yes."

The big hand on his forehead moved to his eyes, and he couldn't see anything at once, but his nose could clearly ask the smell of the gunfire in Cheng Tianbi's hand, so familiar and reassuring.

Cheng Tianbi whispered, "Then hurry to sleep."

The mouth of Cong Xia couldn't help but rise. The happiness and satisfaction at this moment were all the adjectives he had learned in his life, and he couldn't describe them in case.

Chengtian wall covered Cong Xia's eyes, and the phalanx of the other hand lightly pinched his lips. There was still the refreshing taste of the toothpaste used by Cong Xia, and his face seemed to be burning.

The author has something to say: Everyone hurry to sleep ~