The police car traverses the forest road, and the speed is not as fast as a human running. The snow outside hasn't fallen endlessly like it did a few days ago, except occasionally some snowflakes fall from the sky.
Behind the curtain in the corner of the room, there seemed to be no movement. The man lifted the curtain, looked at the woman whose chest was extremely undulating, and then hung the curtain on a nail on the side.
A box of hot milk was inserted in front of the woman's mouth with a straw, and a pair of women whose eyes were tightly closed began to suck slowly. The more you suck, the faster you move, and a carton of milk will see the bottom in threes or twos.
The woman who had finished drinking the milk still slumped her head. The man gently covered her nose, then took a large wooden bucket from outside the door and poured the hot water from the pot on the stove into it.
The woman was soaking in the bucket, her face, which was almost dead just now, seemed to have recovered a bit. The man sits by the stove.
"Why?" The woman's voice didn't even tremble at all, but it was too weak, like the sound of a mosquito that was about to die.
The man has been holding a rope bracelet, rubbing his fingers on it. There was a woman's voice, and his face still had no expression, as if he was sinking into a memory at this time.
The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of a man's breathing, and the sound of a woman's hands and feet moving from time to time in a large barrel.
The woman's eyes were staring at the floor above her head, and tears were streaming down her dry eyes.
The man got up and threw the chain into the gray box with flaming charcoal under the stove. He turned around and fished the woman out of the bucket, wiping her body with water little by little, and then put on clean clothes.
The woman's whole body began to tremble, she wanted to yell, she wanted to scream, but only in exchange for the man's sneer.
"You can let go of it now, no one can hear it." As soon as the hand loosened, the woman was about to fall to the ground.
She looked at the man, and the despair in those eyes told her what she felt at this time. She stopped talking, and let the men dress her and shoes, and she stopped resisting.
"I threw his face out." The man buttoned the last button for her, reached out and straightened her hair on her forehead. Although his heart was ashamed, the woman shivered conditionedly when he stretched out his hand.
Suddenly she lowered her head to bite the man’s hand, but unfortunately, biting down with all her strength, the man grinned and let her bite her hand. There seemed to be tears in her lacrimal glands, rolling out of her eyes, Man hand.
The man then retracted his hand and looked at the location where he was bitten, but there were a few tooth marks. He wiped his hands with a towel, then took the barrel out and poured water into the eaves ditch.
When entering the house, the woman had already moved out step by step with the wooden wall. The man didn't care, and put the bucket slowly and tidied up everything in the room.
The woman looked around as she walked.
The man came out with a large plastic box and looked at the woman who had moved to the hall. He stretched his hand under the stove. When he retracted it, it was a round wood fire with a thick leg and an arm.
He walked to the woman in a few steps, and the woman slowly turned her head to look at him. He was smiling at her, and there was a sound of'Woo', and the weak woman fell down.
(End of this chapter)