Chapter 49

We are in such a situation that there is no way to contact the outside world or leave this temporary shelter easily. We can only bear this sudden dilemma silently, waiting for a miracle to start; or we can plan after the rain.

It has been said that as long as people are full of physical strength, they will not be frozen to death. Now faced with this situation, I have to use my own "unique skill" - sports. But the cave is so narrow that it is impossible to do too much exercise. I can only jump in place for two times, then make a few punches to the hole, but also gradually recovered some warmth.

Miss itafinli also learned from me to move in situ and use the way of movement to drive out the cold of the body.

However, after exercise, physical fitness will be consumed, which means hunger. It didn't take long for both of us to sing the empty city plan.

But what can I do to satisfy my hunger on this barren mountain?

What's more, it's the season between autumn and winter. There are no wild fruits.

Time, minute by second

I'm trying to figure it out minute by minute.

But the rain never stopped. The loud voice and the biting cold made me wish I could scold the sky.

Miss ivanli's body shrank into a ball, her lips trembled, and she said, "master, this time I'm in China, I'm causing you trouble. If I had known this, I would have returned home with my father. In that case, you will not be affected to suffer with me, nor to be afraid of me. "

I rubbed my hands, warmed myself and said, "miss itafinli, don't say that. No one would have expected it to be like this."

"I don't know what's going on with Dalton and Marissa and the staff," said itafinli

I said: "don't worry, they are not ordinary people, they will be OK. They must be out of danger by now. "

"Because I'm alone, and I've affected so many of you. Well, I wish I was not the president's daughter, but a normal person. How nice that would be! "

I smiled and said, "as you are, I don't know how many people want to be in a dream!"

With a wry smile, itafini suddenly stared at me and asked, "by the way, Shifu, if I was just an ordinary girl in country y, would you still teach me Kung Fu?"

I pinched my nose and didn't know how to answer. I prevaricated, "well, maybe, maybe not."

"Why?" said itafini

I said, "if she is as kind and friendly as you are, I will teach her."

"Master, don't praise me. It's easy to be proud," itafini said with a knowing smile There was a blush on his face.

I was amused by her loveliness.

……

When the rain stopped, it was more than 8 p.m.

When the rain stopped, it became colder. Although at this time, the clothes have been dried by the temperature of the body, but the piercing cold wind is still irresistible.

"Master, are you cold?" asked Miss itafini, shivering

I wryly thought: can not it be cold? But he pretended to be a man and said with a smile, "it's OK."

Itafini frowned and said, "Oh, how can I spend this evening. It's cold and hungry. "

I comforted her and said, "it will be soon. Well, let's tell a story all the way to dawn, shall we? "

Itafini said with a smile: "this is a good way Then, first of all, master first! "

I thought about it and said, "OK. I'll tell you a story about the Northeast wormwood first It's said that when Wanda mountain was deserted in the early years, two brothers braved the wind and snow to dig wild ginseng deep in the old forest. It was the last month of winter. They lost their way in the old forest and saw that their food was finished and their clothes were blooming. In the night, it was snowy and snowy. It was too cold. They snuggled up in the woods. The younger brother fell asleep first, but the elder brother couldn't sleep. He thought that unless they put on their clothes to one person and save one person's life, they would freeze to death. He took off his flowering cotton padded jacket, covered his younger brother, and left the rest of the millet beside him. He saw that his brother's shoes and socks were too broken to hang, so he cut off his hair with a sickle and put it in his brother's broken hair. In this way, the good brother himself died in the old forest The next morning, my brother woke up and felt warm on his body. His feet were not as hard as a knife. He raised his eyes and saw that his brother was gone. Then he saw that his body was covered with his brother's cotton padded jacket, and his feet were bound with hair. He jumped up, shouting to his brother, and looked around. Find a big pine tree, see brother bareheaded, naked, frozen to death in the snow. The younger brother held his brother's Zombie and wept. At last, he tore open the frozen soil, buried him, and buried his hair in the grave. My brother walked out of Laolin sadly The next spring, my brother came to visit my brother's grave. The hair on my brother's grave was gone, but there was a hairy grass growing in the original place. I saw that the grass was swinging with the wind and growing up vigorously. The younger brother thought that his brother was afraid that it would be cold for me to go up the mountain. He asked me to cut this grass and take it back to warm my feet. So he picked up the sickle and cut these long and thin grass and went down the mountain. Later, this kind of tall and fine hairy grass grew all over the mountains and fields. The poor farmers all followed his example and used this kind of grass to warm themselves, and called this grass "yukecao"

In fact, the story I told has been widely spread among the people and touched people from generation to generation. But at this time, it is hard to avoid the feeling of "being in sympathy with each other".

Isn't my situation with Miss itafini similar to that of the brothers in the story?

Of course, I didn't mean to tell this story to hint at our current situation. I just thought the story was very touching, so I told it to miss itafini.

It's just that I didn't expect this story to win miss itafini a string of tears.

She was so moved that she sobbed softly. She rubbed her nose with a small hand and said sadly, "this brother is so poor and kind. What a good brother..." She said, suddenly glancing at me, stunned.

Itafini looked at me and said, "master, now, you are like the brother in the story. But I won't let you... " Later, she suddenly took off her coat and handed it to her, saying, "master, put on your coat. It's too cold and it will freeze!"

I was embarrassed and forced to put my coat on miss itafini again, saying, "I'm not cold. I'm warm now! "

She won't misunderstand me for telling this story. Does she have an ulterior motive?

There was a cry in my heart.

Then, miss itafini also told a story about a sad love story.

Of course, girls, no matter what their status is in any country, seem to have a unique yearning and feeling for love. They are often moved and yearned by some sad love stories.

Itafini is no exception.

After she finished the story, she was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to me, "master, can we hold it for a while?"

I was stunned, but I listened to itafini's explanation: "master, don't get me wrong. I mean, we can hold each other for warmth. It's just heating. "

I have no reason to refuse.

So we got closer and hugged each other, tighter and tighter.

I have to believe that sometimes, hugs are not always lovers.

We hugged each other without any distractions. We were close to each other. I let itafini put her hand into my clothes to keep warm. Itafini also put my hand into her coat.

One guard, one guard target; one Chinese soldier, one important foreign guest.

Just like this, hold tightly. We think of each other as a fire, and it's no longer cold.

We take turns telling stories, one, two, three

Unconsciously, a night passed.

Just after the dawn, the rain stopped, the hole refracted into the weak sunlight, the weather gradually warm up.

I decided, to be on the safe side, that I should go out and contact the special guard office and the Ministry of public security to send extra staff to protect miss itafini's safe journey to the State Guesthouse. Of course, this is not a big deal. I know the means of lawbreakers very well. Now that they have been staring at them, they will try their best to find Miss itafini. She is in a very dangerous situation. I must spare no effort to return her to her country safe and sound. For a high-level security guard, the security of the security goal is more important than everything, even his own life. This sudden change has pushed us to a difficult position. Before we get out of the difficult position, we must be careful in everything, without any carelessness.

It's a pity that all the communication tools are broken, otherwise things will be very simple.

I took a look at the lady's cell phone hanging on the stone, picked it up and looked at it. Then I plugged in the battery and started it.

The power on bell rings It's a nice Y-state rhythm.

I couldn't hide my joy and said happily, "OK, mobile phone can be used!"

Ms. itafini also quickly came to look at the screen of her mobile phone, clapped her hands and urged: "hurry up, call master, hurry up!"

I did. Miss ivanli's eyes are full of longing, just like blind people yearning for light and poets yearning for inspiration, which is extremely true.

I used Ms. itafini's cell phone to change into my own stored value card, and took the lead in dialing vice minister Lin of the Ministry of public security.

There came the voice of vice minister Lin: "it's secretary Zhao. Why did brother Zhao call me when he was free? You haven't called me for a long time."

Vice Minister Lin is an acquaintance of mine. He has worked together for many times because of the need of work. The two of us are quite "like-minded", and we match each other with brothers.

I said, "brother Lin, I'm in trouble now. Please help me."

Vice Minister Lin asked anxiously, "what's wrong with brother Zhao? Come on, what's going on? "

I'll bring the situation together.

After hearing this, vice minister Lin immediately said, "how do brothers Zhao want me to help?"

I said: "now the lawbreakers have been looking at miss itafini. For the sake of safety, I dare not do it myself now