The sound of wind outside the house, the coughing of someone walking by, and the crunching of snow...
The big man was half hungry, wiped his mouth, lay down by the fire, and soon started snoring.
Xiaoni waited for a while, then tiptoed to the fire, scooped the last bit of soup from the earthen pot, and drank it in one gulp.
After touching her belly with a sad face, Xiaoni walked back softly, huddled up against Guo Dajing and closed her eyes.
The shabby house became quiet, and it was getting dark. The windows that were randomly blocked with weeds let in the wind, and reflected the snow light, which was a little bright.
Guo Dajing's chaotic thoughts also calmed down. He seemed to have returned to the logistics warehouse and his small room.
Nothing has changed, the computer screen is stuck at the moment when Wallace shouted "freedom", and the heat from the rice cooker stays in the air strangely, neither floating nor dissipating, as if time has stopped.
Memories, dreams!
The corners of Guo Dajing's mouth moved, as if he was smiling bitterly, but unfortunately no one saw him in this dilapidated house in the dead of night.
Well, I know pain and hunger even in my dreams. This is not a strange thing.
Sitting on the sofa, Guo Dajing wished he was still Guo Dajing.
Of course, if it comes to thinking and consciousness, he is Guo Dajing. If possible, he hopes that this place will be a haven to escape the wind, rather than experience the pain in reality.
Time travel, possession, rebirth!
These are no strangers to him. In a foreign country, in addition to watching movies online, he also likes to read online novels, especially historical and military ones.
Therefore, he still knows a lot about the history of the late Ming Dynasty. Although he is not as familiar as historians, he is aware of the general process of history and the major events that occurred.
It's a pity that he is about to die. Although his soul has already possessed Guo Dajing, a Liao citizen, how long can Guo Dajing last when he is hungry, cold and injured?
If there was this bag of rice - Guo Dajing glanced at the fragrance of rice flowers, smiled bitterly, and saw several boxes of chocolates, two bags of rye bread (Da Lieba) and several boxes of venison and canned bear meat on the table.
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These are authentic Russian specialties that Guo Dajing plans to send to relatives and friends in China.
Picking up a plate of "Alyoka" brand chocolate, Guo Dajing looked at the little girl with blushing cheeks and a headscarf on the package. Guo Dajing felt that if Xiaoni gained weight, she would look a little bit like her...
A bang and sudden noise broke Guo Dajing's immersed consciousness, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The big man rolled over in his sleep and kicked over the earthen pot, waking up everyone in the room, including himself.
After giving a sleepy look and muttering a few curse words, the big man got up, wrapped himself tightly in his clothes, and pushed the door open.
"Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep." Sister Li Xiu comforted her, hugging her little brother and closing her eyes.
Xiaoni was in a daze, and did not take a closer look at Guo Dajing in the darkness. She shrank down and leaned closer, feeling the warmth from her elder brother.
Guo Dajing opened his eyes and looked at the beams in the darkness, blinking slowly to clear his mind and think about how to survive.
That's right, how to survive is his top priority after time travel and possession. If he can't pass this level, there's no need to think about anything else.
The mind's control and sensation over the limbs were gradually restored. Guo Dajing felt as if he was holding something in his hand, so he slowly and laboriously raised his head, tilting his head slightly.
This is... Guo Dajing's eyes widened, and there must be an expression of disbelief on his face.
Although the light was dim and he couldn't see clearly the little girl with red cheeks and a headscarf, Guo Dajing was sure that the one in his hand was Russian chocolate.
As if a bright light broke through the darkness, Guo Dajing knew that he could almost survive.
………………..
The dawn is dim.
The day gained the upper hand in the fight with the night. The night curled up and receded, and the light slowly shone across the sky, announcing victory.
Guo Dajing slowly sat up. Although he had not fully recovered, he was able to do some less strenuous activities.
The big man had returned to the house and fell asleep with a loud snore. Guo Dajing knew him as a blacksmith in his village, his name was Zhao Qingshan. Zhao Qingshan had an old mother and a pregnant wife, but now he was just an old man.
Damn Jiannu, they are all beasts and bastards!
Guo Dajing's eyes gleamed with hatred, he slowly got up, walked to the door with some staggering steps, opened the door and walked out.
The cool air hit his face, which cheered up Guo Dajing's spirits, or rather gave him a jolt. He tightened his tattered cotton-padded jacket, looked in the direction, and walked out of the village through the snow.
As soon as the door opened, a chill hit her, and Xiao Ni woke up immediately. The warmth around her was gone. She quickly looked up and saw that the broken door was slowly closing, cutting off her sight.
Big brother—Xiao Ni stopped shouting, got up quickly, wrapped up her clothes tightly, and hurriedly chased after him.
Milk chocolate is very high in calories, and Guo Dajing no longer feels hungry. Not only is his body full of strength, he is no longer so weak that he can even reach out and lift his legs.
This is a wonderful thing. In time travel novels, it should be called a portable space. It does not belong to this dimension.
No matter what the term explanation is, Guo Dajing will not delve into it. Soul penetration is already unbelievable. If there are other bonuses, what's weird about it?
No matter what it is called, it can be attributed to the golden finger of the time traveler. For Guo Dajing, it was a life-saving treasure that saved him from dying of cold and hunger.
Guo Dajing had already reached the edge of the village and saw that the big hole had been filled with another layer.
Bodies were buried every day. The freezing weather made it impossible to dig graves and bury them, and the Liao people who were struggling on the edge of life and death had no extra energy.
Those who knew it, those they didn't know, if they lay down at night, they might not be able to see the sun tomorrow. They were numb to this, so they could only throw the body in and cover it with a layer of weeds and snow.
In this troubled world where human life is as cheap as grass, being able to avoid being eaten by wolves and dogs after death is a luxury that many people cannot achieve.
If there is no space, I will be buried in it, maybe in just these two days.
Guo Dajing stood by the pit, silent, as if in mourning. But his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails turned white.
If it weren't for the lump of cotton still stuck in his throat, he would have wanted to roar to the sky to vent the anger in his heart.
"Big brother."
The shout from behind made Guo Dajing wake up from his complicated thoughts. He turned his head and saw Xiaoni running over. When he was approaching, Xiaoni fell into the snow and was covered in snow.
Guo Dajing stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Ni up, brushed the snow from her body and head, and smiled into those big black eyes.
"Big brother -" Xiaoni panted, exhaling thick white mist, and asked anxiously: "You, where are you going?"
Guo Dajing blinked slowly, reached out and touched Xiaoni's head, took her cold little hand, turned and walked towards the woods outside the village.
His big hands were warm and strong, and his expression was calm and harmonious. Xiaoni suddenly felt at ease and followed silently, tilting her head to glance at Guo Dajing from time to time.
A few lonely people walked by with firewood in their arms. They just glanced at them and didn't even bother to say anything. Day after day, their hearts were filled with despair.