But even if you don't hide in a cave, you will be hit by falling snow and rocks or drowned by heavy snow...
No matter which one it is, it is a dead end.
Wen Jian stared at the rescued villager, did not ask any more questions, and turned back to continue looking for people.
Su Su shouted sternly at all the soldiers: "No one is allowed to leave if you can't find anyone!"
When night came, the sky became completely dark. After the avalanche broke out, a gray mist filled the sky, covering the entire southern Xinjiang city with sadness.
Wen Jian's hands were covered in blood, but he seemed oblivious to the pain and was still looking for someone in the blizzard.
After searching, Wen Jian seemed to calm down and he was mentally prepared.
He will search for his little Qingzhi inch by inch here until he can't find him anymore. No matter what, he will not leave.
He would stay with her no matter what.
So, thinking of this, Wen Jian was no longer afraid.
If there was anything sad about it, it would probably be that Wen Jian regretted telling Qingzhi to forget about her past.
What a joke, how could he forget his little innocence? He couldn't forget it.
That was the person he wanted to protect for the rest of his life.
But he ended up putting her in danger.
At that time, Wen Jian's body was covered with a thin layer of ice and snow, and even her face was covered with a thin layer of ice mist. Her black hair was covered by the wind and snow. Looking from a distance, she was just a white and cold figure.
He searched further and further away, no matter how those people told him about the danger.
He himself didn't know the danger. After all, there would still be danger after the avalanche broke out. If he wasn't careful, snow and rocks would roll down from the top of his head again.
But so what, even if there is real danger, he can't give up looking for his Qingzhi.
Wen Jian didn't know how long he had been searching in confusion. He also dug out several caves blocked by snow, but there was nothing inside except a piece of gravel.
He suddenly heard a very vague cough. Wen Jian was shocked and shouted: "Qingzhi! Is that you Qingzhi?"
And no response was brought to him.
Wen Jian didn't know if this was an auditory hallucination caused by being too fond of Qingzhi, or if he was really hearing it. He was digging around in the snow like crazy, and the blood on his fingers was stained with the cold white snow, but he couldn't feel it. Painful, red eyes filled with vague hope.
Under the snow is a cave blocked by snow and rocks.
Wen Jian turned around and realized that he had found a place far away from the searching soldiers. Wen Jian was afraid that there were really people inside and that the people inside could not bear it, so he had no time to run back to look for them. After he died, he moved the snow stone away by himself. He used all his strength to move it away, and blood flowed down his fingers.
He finally moved a piece of snow stone away, and he finally saw a familiar figure buried in the ice and snow in a small, dark hole, but he did not have time to be happy, because he also saw the top of the snow stone that had been moved away. Wen Jianmo was so stunned by the cracking rocks that he could go crazy, carrying the possibility of being smashed to death at any time, and got through the cracks in the rocks. The moment he fell into the cold entrance of the cave, With a bang, the gravel from the entrance of the cave rolled down again, blocking the entrance, and several snow stones rolled in and hit his back. Wen Jian finally couldn't control the pain and let out a suppressed scream of pain. , can hardly get up.