As soon as he left Old Man Cao's warm and spring-like medical clinic, the oncoming snow knife scraped Chu Hao's face, causing him to grin in pain.

To be precise, the temperature inside Old Man Cao's hospital dropped rapidly in the middle of the night as the coals in the stove burned out.

But compared with the cold storm and snow outside, it's still very warm.

After a night of raging, the biting cold wind originating from Siberia showed no signs of weakening. On the contrary, it got stronger and stronger, and the iron trash cans on both sides of the street were blown "clang".

The snow was much lighter, but even so, the fresh snow that had not been trampled on the road was still thick enough to reach the knees.

The first snowfall in old Yanjing in 1984 was indeed a bit heavy, but of course it was incomparable to the snowfall in Northeast China.

What is cold in the winter in the north is not the temperature, but the wind. No matter how little the snow is, coupled with the strong wind, it blows on people's faces, hands, and necks. After turning into water, the cold makes people shiver.

Chu Hao carried Xiao Shuman on his back and walked hard in the snow. Behind him was a long series of deep black footprints. He pursed his lips tightly and moved forward without saying a word.

When we arrived, strictly speaking, it was not a tailwind, but a slant wind to the right.

If we follow this wind direction, the headwind on the return trip should also be deflected and not blow straight forward.

He thought very well, but after a night of raging, the wind direction had already changed.

It was like God was punishing him, the old man who returned from a hard job without pursuing a career or a high-ranking woman. The biting wind and snow greeted him from head to toe with all his strength.

Snowflakes were scraping on his face like knives, and the suffocating cold wind penetrated everywhere, making Chu Hao almost unable to open his eyes, two nostrils, and two ears.

Behind her, Xiao Shuman's head was buried in the scarf on the back of Chu Hao's neck. She had just recovered from a serious illness and was very weak at this time. Her beautiful eyes could only silently watch Chu Hao stagger forward.

As for him standing on her big beautiful moon, he sometimes lifted it up with force, and sometimes tightened it suddenly, as if he wanted to squeeze out the honey from the peach, so she silently chose to endure it.

If there is a man in this world who is willing to bear the burden for you and be bent over by you, what else can you ask for?

Besides, he didn't do it on purpose. Xiao Shuman thought of Chu Hao's extremely thick blue-black eye circles and his excessively pale face.

He usually stayed up late to study hard and was exhausted. Now it was not easy for him to bear the wind and snow on his back. He should feel sorry for him.

If he had other thoughts, it would be a waste of his efforts.

Just when Xiao Shuman was thinking this, a gust of wind and snow suddenly hit his face, making Chu Hao unable to open his eyes, and he accidentally stepped on an ice surface.

I felt a sudden slip on my feet, and my whole body, including Xiao Shuman on my back, threw myself towards the snow like a dog chewing mud.

The snow on the ground was very thick, and the two of them fell into a snowdrift. His head buried in the snow pit was spinning, stars were appearing in his eyes, and he felt a severe pain in his forehead, like an egg hitting a stone.

Lines of warm liquid slowly flowed down his forehead. Chu Hao shook his head and wiped his forehead. He saw that the blood dripping on his hands quickly froze.

He looked down in surprise and found that under the layer of snow where he had scratched his forehead, there was a piece of broken glass stuck diagonally in the snow.

What the hell!

Whoever gives birth to a son doesn’t want to have a child, and he would insert broken glass stubble into the snowdrift on a snowy day. If the snow layer hadn’t been soft, the broken glass stubble would have been inserted diagonally, and it would have scratched his forehead, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, Xiao Shuman also noticed that Chu Hao had a tattoo on his forehead, and felt distressed and wanted to come down to check.

How could Chu Hao be willing to let her down? There were broken glass stubble stuck in the broken snow, and it would be bad if it pricked Xiao Shuman.

He had only heard of broken glass stubble in the ditch cutting the soles of his feet in his hometown before, but he had never seen anyone throwing such things in the snow.

"Auntie, don't come down. There may be broken glass in the snow. Let's get out of here quickly..."

"But Xiaohao, you have a cut on your forehead. You can't do it unless you deal with it..."

Xiao Shuman's pretty face was full of worry and eagerness, Chu Hao smiled and replied:

"It's okay, it's just a small cut. It's already closed now. Any bandage will work. If you don't believe me, just touch it..."

Hearing this, Xiao Shuman reached out and touched it. Sure enough, the wound was covered with a layer of frost, which naturally stopped the blood flowing out.

She bit her lip, leaned into his ear, and said distressedly:

"Xiao Hao, why don't you take my aunt back to Uncle Cao's house? The wind and snow are too heavy now. When the wind and snow calm down, I will go back alone..."

"Farewell Auntie, I've already walked here. When I send you back, you have a good sleep. After all, Uncle Cao's place is not your home, so there will inevitably be some inconvenience..."

Unable to defeat Chu Hao, Xiao Shuman had no choice but to sigh and agree.

I put Xiao Shuman on my back again, and fortunately I fell onto the thick snow. Except for Chu Hao being bitten by the turtle son, there was no real damage from the fall just now.

It was just that his hands, which were wearing woolen gloves, had just been wiped with a handful of blood, which mixed with snowflakes and melted into his palms. At this moment, the cold wind like a knife was blowing, and his hands soon became a little frozen.

She had no choice but to use the big Mei Yueting to lift Xiao Shuman, and dig her hands into her cotton pants as deeply as possible, hoping to get a bit of warmth.

Not to mention, Yueding is probably the warmest part of the human body besides the heart.

In particular, Xiao Shuman's big beautiful moon is shaped like two peach petals, and Chu Hao can easily round it and flatten it.

In order to retract his frozen palms into his cotton pants as much as possible, Chu Hao concentrated almost all his strength on his hands.

Listening to the muffled sounds that came from time to time in his ears, Chu Hao didn't need to look back, he knew that her pretty face must be more rosy than the sunset at this time, and her beautiful eyes as full as water must be filled with the mist of shame.

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Carrying Xiao Shuman on his back and continuing forward, the temperature in his hands was temporarily relieved, but moving against the wind made his legs feel as heavy as lead.

Chu Hao, who had not eaten two meals of dinner and breakfast, had an empty stomach and no energy. He soon became tired and out of breath and struggled to walk.

Seeing that Chu Hao was obviously exhausted and started to shake, Xiao Shuman said anxiously:

"Xiao Hao, let's find a place to hide from the snow and rest for a while. It's all my fault, aunt, for walking in such a hurry and forgetting that you didn't even eat breakfast. You were hungry and cold, and you were carrying me with an empty stomach...

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"Auntie, don't say that. I just like carrying you on my back. You press me softly. I feel warm all over my body. My waist is no longer sore. My legs are no longer painful. I feel more energetic..."

Seeing that Chu Hao was still joking with her, Xiao Shuman spat at him funny:

"Okay, why didn't I realize you were so poor-mouthed before? You're not good anymore. Quickly find a place out of the wind and put your aunt down to rest for a while..."

Hearing this, Chu Hao was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, holding his neck and yelling:
Chapter completed!