Chapter 964: Be a thief

Now a woman is finally here. Although he is said to be ugly and lame, he is also willing to turn off the lights and see nothing anyway.

As for the appearance of the woman, no one wanted it, and it was better to follow him.

He slept until midnight and sat up again. He touched his clothes and put them on. His old lady was still asleep. She was old and slept. She was still so dead, and she didn’t see him. The old lady woke up.

Jin Gen opened the door, wrapped his cotton jacket tightly, and ran out. His feet stepped on the snow, making a rustling noise from time to time. In such a quiet snowy night, who would come out and hear? This kind of voice wouldn't think it was a ghost.

He ran out of a house with a familiar car, then overturned the wall of the house, and then shrunk outside the house. The light in the house was still on, and there was also the voice of someone talking inside.

Listening to the tone, it should be a man and a woman. This is not a man and a woman. This is the husband and wife of the old Hu family. The young couple is married, and they have only been married for a few days. This was in the village. As for the first part, the girl in the family had a water spirit, a flower in their village, but was finally married by this boy, but this is no wonder, there are many people in the family, and the son is good, The person is also young, of course, a woman with a vision, will also choose the Hu family.

As for Jin Gen, he didn't feel much worse than others, and he was blind in his own heart that the woman did not choose him.

The light inside suddenly dimmed, Jin Gen's heart was pulled, and his hands could not help rubbing up, but the sound inside slowly changed, and the two began to undress and then kissed again. , Again that kind of voice.

Newlyweds, of course, do not do this in an uncontrolled manner, and the screams are loud. The whole body of the shouting Jin Gen is crisp, and the place below is also uncomfortable.

After a while, the voice was a little low, and he didn't hear clearly.

He put his ears on the window, and then he couldn't help but push the window with his hand. He wanted to make the window open and make the sound inside louder. As a result, he didn't stand well for this time The stepped stone rolled away to the side at once, and he also fell.

With a thump, he fell to the ground fiercely, and his head slammed onto the stone, and his pain caused him to scream directly, which also shocked the people inside.

In an instant, chickens and dogs started to jump in the whole house, saying that there were thieves in the village, and the folk customs in the village have always been honest. There has never been a thing that steals people in the middle of the night.

But the thief in the village was not very comfortable.

Of course, the only one who can doubt it at the end is the foreigner, the woman who was brought back by longevity, and lives in the broken house outside the village.

As far as Huan is concerned, she didn't even know that she was suspected by others. She was suspected of being a thief, because she was an outsider, and she could feel the overall xenophobia in the village.

She woke up once in the middle of the night, and the window was nailed to death, so it felt much warmer than before. At the very least, there was no wind blowing in from the window, and then blowing on her body desperately.

The morning of the whole house is also because the stove is on, and there is a trace of heat. She thought that if she could pile up the house a little, it might be warmer, but she just thought about it this way. There is still a lot of space left in the windows, and it is also convenient for the exchange of air inside and out. Although it is still cold, after all, there is a stove in this house. She does not want to be carbon monoxide poisoning.

She uncovered the quilt and walked to the stove. Then she took some firewood and put it in the hearth. There was also a pot with hot water in it. When she got up tomorrow morning, there was hot water. There is also hot water to drink.

After adding firewood, she walked to her sleeping place, pulled the quilt down, and lay down. There was still some moisture above the quilt. She knew that it was because of the weather here. Since she arrived here, I haven’t seen the sun for a few days, and it has been snowing all the time, so this place is very humid, and the old house leaks everywhere, so the humidity is heavier.

She sighed softly, and then lay down, shrinking herself into a ball, and only in this way, she was able to maintain this little heat.

Go to sleep, and get up early tomorrow to pick up some firewood. According to these days, it doesn't seem to be very sad. She can bear it, and she can bear it.

Every day she passed, the closer she was to her home, and every day she passed, she took a step closer to living.

Confused, she fell asleep, but she dreamed of Lu Yi, and dreamed that Lu Yi prepared a lot of delicious things for her, including her favorite dishes and Lu Yi's favorite meat.

She picked up the chopsticks and just put a piece in it. When she was about to put it in her mouth, Su Qingdong stretched out her hand and slapped it firmly on the back of her hand, and her finger flicked. The meat caught on the chopsticks fell to the ground in an instant. She looked at the meat, her eyes were sore, and her heart hurt.

Her tears fell with such a snap.

But until she opened her eyes, it turned out that the sky outside was bright. She touched her face, but she couldn't help but laughed bitterly. It turned out that this was really a dream. Otherwise, how could there be Meat, there will be dishes, but no matter whether it is a dream or not, she still did not eat that table.

In fact, sometimes she dreamed of a dish on the table, even if she couldn't eat it, she wanted to see it, wanted to recall it, and thought about it.

She put on her clothes and walked over to the stove. Fortunately, the stove was not extinguished. She got up at least three times in the middle of the night, just to keep the fire from extinguishing. matches. There are not many matches. She has no money and she cannot afford it.

And she never knew that it turned out that sometimes firing is such a dilemma.

It's really backward here. There is not even a lighter. Maybe it's in the sea market. Even the match can't be bought.

She hugged the small pot, and there was a small pot full of rice in it. Every time she saw the rice, she was very happy and really felt nothing afraid.

I’m not afraid of what I eat. It’s still a small jar full of food. It’s enough for her to eat for a few months.