After cleaning, he began to feed the animals.

The little animals were already hungry and kept calling, and the mice were very cautious. They stared at the civet's every move and retreated into their house.

The civet looked at the little chickens with deep eyes, and put on his tongue, as if planning something.

Wang Yang frowned and divided the food.

He was very suspicious that if he sprinkled food later, a few small animals would die.

After feeding the food, he returned to the cave and waited for good news from the adults.

The day passed quickly.

The day in winter is very short, and the sun disappears in a while. The adults come back very early, and they only return to the cave after almost three hours of going out.

The reason is nothing special, it is snowing heavily.

When the heavy snow fell, the wind started to blow, and it was unbearable to hit the body.

The most important thing is that it is even more difficult to find prey when there is not much prey.

The adults could only come back dejectedly.

The bitter cold wind was blocked by the canyon outside, and only a small wave of wind was swept with snowflakes, floating into the cave.

Wang Yang shrank his body and added a few pieces of fire to the fire.

It was already afternoon, and the sky was gloomy. Even with the white snow, the whole world was still gray, just like watching a black and white TV, dull.

Wang Yang walked to the entrance of the cave from time to time, watching when the snow stopped, and looking forward to the sun coming out.

He really wanted to complain about the beginning of the antenna baby. Every time the sun always smiles, it will be like this every day, every time, without cloudy, rainy, and snowy days. It is simply a deception to the children's feelings.

The sun came out, and it finally came out seven days later.

I don’t know how thick the ground is after seven days of heavy snow.

Looking at the crystal clear, beautiful snowflakes that were created by countless poets and lyrics, Wang Yang sighed.

It’s better to enjoy this kind of scene once or twice. If you enjoy it every day for more than half a year, the romance will become sad.

Fortunately, the weather finally cleared up, and I took a breath during the depression.

"Hope it's a good sign..."

He walked out of the canyon, climbed up a tree dozens of meters high, and truly began to look up at everything under the sky.

He saw that above the cave, the big trees withered their leaves and threw them through the gaps, and could see the mountains further north. The mountains were a little dim and much darker than other colors.

It was green, the real green, but it was a little dark when viewed from a very distant place.

Suddenly, he found a little golden color.

In winter when white floods everything, it is not easy to see other colors, let alone bright golden yellow.

Never think that this is a bumper harvest in autumn, with golden rice ears spreading over the earth. Those are a kind of larch, mostly grown in Europe.

And those greens are not meant that spring is coming. Those are plants that grow green all year round, mixed with some trees such as cloud shirts.

It was further north and not too far away, but those species were extremely cold-resistant, dotted on the white mountains in sporadic ways. The rest of the trees that could not bear such a cold were left with black.

Wang Yang looked at the bare trunk under his feet. He didn't know what the name of this tree was or what category it belonged to, but it was also a very cold-resistant tree species. He didn't know if it could persist.

Not only it, but also many of the forests under Wang Yang's feet are tree species that cannot be called names. They grow in a slight and somewhat dissatisfied manner.

This cannot be blamed for the strange growth of trees, but only for the lack of knowledge.

But one thing is certain, most of the feet are cold-resistant coniferous forests, but they are different from the structure in the distance.

Wang Yang hugged the slender tree trunk and was blown by the wind and swayed gently.

The treetops swayed gently in the wind, and the snow was scattered. He also shook gently, not back to the feeling of shaking to Grandma's Bridge. The snow fell on his head, face, and body, extremely cold.

.

The little guy quickly grabbed Wang Yang's shoulder and shrank his body for fear of falling down.

It could not fall, and Wang Yang would not let it fall. He stretched out a hand and held it in his arms, waiting for the trees to stabilize.

In the next few days, Wang Yang took it to the heights, hoping to see the breath of spring as soon as possible.

Finally one day, he found that the snow layer that had been accumulated for a long time was thinner. When his feet stepped into the snow, he felt a lot of wetness. He raised his feet and looked particularly heavy.

He endured the discomfort and climbed up the tree.

The white rabbit skin under his feet was completely wet and silently touched together.

The ice and snow on the trees were no longer strong. When they swayed slightly, large swaths of snow fell, which made him look dirty.

He was not disappointed, but was very excited. The blood in his body seemed to be ignited at this moment, burning hot, and he walked up to the tree in three or two steps and looked into the distance.

In that far away, the towering mountain top changed from its whiteness, revealing a little green ending, and there was a little green below the mountain top.

The ice and snow are melting, rapidly melting.

Wang Yang laughed twice, climbed down the tree, ran back to the cave, and in everyone's inexplicable eyes, he turned out the stored food and ate and drank a lot.

As it turns out, his intuition was not wrong. The winter of Dojo was finally leaving.

During this day, the temperature seemed to rise a lot. Although the snow could not melt cleanly in an instant, it also weakened a little.

And after a few days, the snow almost melted completely, and occasionally a little white could be seen on the ground.

Most of the water that has been transformed from snow in the canyon seeps into the ground. The ice-covered stream has become thinner and water seems to flow at the bottom of the stream.

The white that enveloped the world is rapidly fading away, the haze of the sky is no longer there, and the sun can finally bring warmth to the world for a longer time.

Wang Yang was in a good mood and no longer restricted everyone's food, and quickly eliminated the remaining food.

As soon as spring comes, these foods will rot quickly and there is no point in keeping them.

Sure enough, a few days later, the seventh month since the beginning of winter, no trace of white was found in the world, and the stream flowed into the distance again.

From time to time, I hear birds returning from the north, emitting the chirping of spring returning to the earth.

Adults don’t need organization and step into the forest like an alarm clock, hoping to take advantage of these sunny weather to catch some small animals hibernating and wake up.

If you ask how the effect is, Wang Yang will honestly answer: "No."

It’s just a temporary moment. It’s natural that it’s impossible to compare with the summer when it’s in full swing, but at least there’s hope.

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about this long winter, he sighed helplessly.

He didn't know how to explain it, did he say it was super-large-scale cold air going south? It didn't look very similar.

"No matter what, who cares about the reason, it won't let us starve to death."

(Sitting in front of the computer, my waist was almost broken.)
Chapter completed!