The surrounding air is getting colder and colder. The body of the little girl in her arms was shaking violently at first, but as time passed, she stopped shaking. Not only did she not shake, she even breathed lightly
stand up.
This is not a good sign, Rong Mo became more flustered, swallowed his saliva, and patted the girl's face lightly.
"Hey, wake up, wake up..."
Called twice, but the little man in his arms didn't move, Rong Mo thought for a while, then stood up tremblingly, rubbed his arms, and ran to the door to look around.
There were many gaps in the leaky wooden door. Looking out from the gaps, it was already dark outside, and the surroundings were silent, and there was no one around.
Rong Mo wiped his face, slapped the door and shouted: "Come here, someone here is injured and needs to call for a doctor, please go and call for a doctor..."
The rumbling night wind rattled the wooden door, and there was no response from the terribly cold outside of the freezer.
Rong Mo yelled for a full quarter of an hour, until his throat was dry, and then he ran back panting. The little girl he placed on the sack still had her eyes closed, and Rong Mo frightened her hands.
He checked her nose, but fortunately, she was still breathing.
He picked up the little girl again, took off his own lining, and covered the little girl's neck and cheeks with the thermal insulation cloth, hoping to use this clumsy way to keep her slightly warm.
warm.
"Hey, wake up, wake up first..."
He kept calling, he was afraid that if the little girl fell asleep again, she would really not be able to wake up.
The little girl seemed to be a little conscious because of his tossing around, but her heavy eyelids were slightly lifted, and because she was too tired, she quickly drooped back.
Seeing her eyelashes trembling, Rong Mo exclaimed in surprise: "You wake up, look at me, don't sleep, look at me..."
The little boy held the little girl's face in a panic, pressed his forehead against hers, and was still breathing on her.
The little girl finally took a breath, looked weakly at the person in front of her, her cheeks and lips were almost transparent white: "I... so... so sleepy..."
"I can't sleep anymore, don't sleep anymore, let's talk, we won't be sleepy when we talk..."
The little girl swallowed her saliva, and seemed to understand her current situation. She pulled herself together and asked wearily, "Say... say what... what..."
"Say... talk about your parents, your sister, your family, or, or anything else, you can say whatever you want..."
The little girl didn't have the energy to describe, many people and many things went through her mind, and finally, her eyes slowly turned red, and she pressed her face into the little boy's arms, sobbing, feeling aggrieved
Said: "I... so... it hurts so much, I... I want... my family... little... miss..."
Rong Mo watched her cry, crying uncomfortably and patiently, his heart ached, he roared angrily into the air: "What the hell is this place! Why is there no one there!
Why is there no one guarding us! Come on! Come on! "
The little girl was tired after crying twice, her eyelids drooped, and she wanted to sleep again.
Rong Mo had no choice but to coax her again, rubbing her face lightly: "Don't worry, don't worry, you will be saved, it has been a few hours, father must have found that we are gone
, he will find us, hold on a little longer, hey, did you hear that? Hold on! "
The little girl didn't move any more, after a brief waking up, followed by a more intense trance, she closed her eyes heavily, leaning on Rong Mo's arms with all her strength, she even
I don't know where I am now, and the pain I felt just now seems to be gone now. Numbness, coldness, and the desire to just sleep is getting stronger and stronger,
There seemed to be a voice in her head telling her this, that voice said, go to sleep, go to sleep, after you sleep, you will be comfortable...
Go to sleep... It won't be cold, it won't hurt...
The little girl just felt that the voice was lingering. Slowly, she compromised and let herself relax as if following her original intention. Then, she saw a road in front of her.
A bright and warm road.
The voice said again, just walk over, just walk over, just go to the end...
go... go over...
Then, let's go...
The thoughts in her heart spurred her consciousness, but before she could take a step, the violent impact of "Kang Bang Bang" knocked the road ahead to pieces.
The little girl felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, and she instantly woke up.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and the sound of "bang bang" in her ears became clearer.
She tilted her head to look for the source of the sound. In her blurred vision, she saw a naked little boy with his arms folded, using his body to bump into the sound.
Hit the cold door ahead.
Just now, Rong Mo took off his last obscene clothes and put them on the little girl.
The little girl found her voice: "You...you..." But the words were not complete.
The little boy was headless, and his shoulder was already bruised by the wooden door, but he still kept on, gritting his teeth, without any hesitation or stagnation in his movements.
The door was locked from the outside, and the child's strength was always limited. Rong Mo didn't know how long it took him to hit him, and he started to feel dizzy and numb all over. The door was still completely numb.
Do not move.
Rong Mo was very angry. He waved his fists as if to vent his anger, and shouted insults at the door: "Open the door! Open the fucking door! What kind of bastard who hides his head and tail, has the guts to come in front of the young master,
Let's see if the young master doesn't tear you apart! Beast, bastard! You only know how to bully little girls, what kind of gutter mice are you! Get out of here, grandpa! get out! "
Bumping and cursing, his arm soon began to bleed. The second young master, who used to be lawless and domineering, realized for the first time at a young age what despair is and what
What is called helplessness.
The door didn't open, Rong Mo ran back to check on the situation of the chick.
The little girl was crying silently, she didn't sleep anymore, she sucked her nose, held her last breath, and persuaded: "You... you put on... put on... put on..."
Rong Mo didn't listen to her, and covered her tightly with the thick clothes without leaving a single gap.
The little girl pushed his hand and said: "You... you wear... you can... you can live..."
Rong Mo gritted his teeth, and after a while, brushed the back of his hand across his face, and boldly wiped away the hot tears from the corners of his eyes, he picked up the little girl with sobs, and embraced him again, but he couldn't say a word
sentence.
The overall situation seems to be doomed, the injury and the cold, this little girl whom I have hated for three years, may really be about to die.
But what if he doesn't want her to die
Don't die, don't die, okay...
Rong Mo cried more and more, because of his own incompetence, and also because of his inability to restore the status quo, he was very angry, angry at those bastards, and angry at himself.
The two just hugged each other without saying a word, and the time passed bit by bit.
Until the little girl fell asleep again.
Rong Mo looked at her haggard face, and wanted to cover her face with his hands again, but when he lifted it, he realized that his hands were no better than ice.
He breathed out for a while, and wanted to warm his hands, but gradually, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he didn't wear a single piece of clothing in the cold freezer. How could the pampered young master bear it
live.
Drowsy, Rong Mo thought, wondering if his father would be sad when he died, or would he not care or even look at his sister like he did to his sister
"... Is this here? Long spear, is this here?"
At the last moment before Rong Mo lost consciousness, he heard a trance voice from outside the door.
He suspected it was a hallucination, but then he heard a fierce dog barking: "Wow, woof!"
Then, there was that voice again: "Good spear, come here, break down this door!"
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When he woke up again, Rong Mo heard a faint sobbing, which was next to his ear.
The little boy frowned tiredly, wanted to move his body, but felt so weak that he couldn't lift his hands.
Then, he heard his aunt's voice, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "Are you awake, are you awake? Mo'er, Mo'er, the imperial physician, quickly call the imperial physician..."
After a period of turmoil, Rong Mo completely regained consciousness. He saw the familiar and gentle biological mother beside the bed, and the white-bearded and white-haired doctor Chen who was taking his pulse.
He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
Doctor Chen pressed the little boy's shoulder soothingly, and said: "Your fever has just subsided, and it is normal for your voice to be hoarse now. It will be fine in two days. Don't talk for these two days, don't worry.
Take rest and drink the medicine on time. "
Imperial Physician Chen is an experienced old imperial physician in the imperial hospital, who is in charge of pediatrics. When Rong Mo was younger, every time he was mischievous and caught a cold, he would take the medicine prescribed by Imperial Physician Chen.
After a long time, I became familiar with him. Rong Mo has always respected this respected old gentleman, but today, he is not as obedient as before.
He struggled, but still managed to make a sound: "That... that... stinky... stinky girl... eh..."
Rong Mo's aunt covered her face and wept, but did not answer.
Rong Mo's face suddenly turned pale: "She...she died...dead..."
"No, no." Imperial Physician Chen hurriedly explained: "Fifth Miss is seriously injured. Although she is not yet awake, she is not in danger of her life. Second Young Master can rest assured."
Rong Mo propped himself up, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go... to see... to see..."
"What are you looking at?" Rong Mo's aunt looked angry: "It's not her, you can suffer this? She is in your father's room, so far away, how do you get there, lie down for me, don't let me go!"
If you move around, you are not allowed to get out of the bed until your body recovers! "
Rong Mo's movements froze when he got up, and suddenly looked at his aunt: "She... is she in... father's... room? Then... that... father... came to see me...?"
Rong Mo's aunt didn't make a sound, but she started crying again.
Rong Mo had the answer in his heart, and after a while, he lay back on the bed again.
Doctor Chen is a kind person, and he comforted him: "Miss Fifth is dying, so the lord should take care of her more. The second young master doesn't need to worry too much, just rest in peace."
Rong Mo stared at the gauze curtain of the bed in a daze, thinking in his heart, why, why is he not as good as that wild girl