Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The old man sternly warned them not to go near the depths of any cave.

Although I didn't ask why.

But he always felt that there was something hidden in the depths of the cave. In short, he was lying on the ground, and he could always hear some strange sounds coming from the depths of the cave.

"Luo Qing!"

At this moment, a figure walked in from outside the cave.

The whole body of the figure is covered with thick snow.

In front of the bonfire, after taking off layers of animal skins, he revealed his real face. It was his elder brother, Song Heng.

"Luo Qing, how is your illness?"

Song Heng stepped forward, opened the thermos, and a stream of steaming steam overflowed from the thermos: "Drink some hot water first."

Luo Qing nodded, only to feel that his head still hurts.

After taking a sip of hot water with the thermos in his arms, Luo Qing couldn't help frowning, wondering if it was because of his illness.

After drinking this sip of water, the tongue is particularly bitter.

Song Heng helped Luo Qing to sit up straight, seeing that Luo Qing's complexion had improved a lot, Song Heng finally had a long-distance tone on his face.

"You are just recovering from a serious illness. Don't move around. There is no medicine here. Your kid survived this time, and you are really lucky."

After finishing speaking, Song Heng couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "It's all my fault, I was blinded by it at the time, and almost..."

Luo Qing saw that Song Heng was about to hit his head with his fist, so he quickly reached out to grab Song Heng's arm: "Brother, I'm fine."

"Oh, by the way, this is freshly cooked meat, hurry up and eat it to supplement your nutrition!"

At this moment, Song Heng turned around and lifted the iron pot on the bonfire, and suddenly a strong smell of meat came to his nostrils.

In the boiling soup in the pot, pieces of meat that had already been stewed were tumbling with the pot.

Under the brown meat skin, there are distinct red and white pieces of meat, and the meat quality is about to melt in the pot.

The light golden soup can be seen at the bottom of the black pot at a glance.

In this snow-capped mountain with biting cold wind, a steaming hot stew makes people feel warm just looking at it.

During this time, Luo Qing and the others could only eat jerky and energy bars to satisfy their hunger, and they hadn't eaten such a hot and delicious food for a long time.

"Junior Brother, look at this!"

At this moment, Song Heng suddenly took out something magically, which lifted Luo Qing's spirits, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, the old man has prepared a complete set of things here. Look, there are all your favorite three delicacies instant noodles!"

Seeing the instant noodles, Luo Qing was even more salivating.

Boiling the instant noodles with this pot of hot soup, Song Heng picked up the large black bowl of rough porcelain, put the cooked noodles into the bowl, and sprinkled with chopped green onion and coriander.

I saw that it was boiling hot and fell into the bowl, inspiring the fragrance of chopped green onion and coriander.

The soup was covered with a hazy luster, and two or three pieces of stewed meat were piled on the surface.

Sending it to him, Luo Qing couldn't bear to eat it.

"Prickly..."

The meat is tender and delicious. When you open your mouth and inhale, you will feel that the skin of the meat has turned into thick collagen, which is sticky and crispy.

Served with fragrant coriander and chopped green onion, the greasiness in the gravy is virtually relieved.

Luo Qing suddenly felt that this was definitely the best instant noodle he had ever eaten, um, bar none.

After taking two bites, Luo Qing felt warm all over his body, and his mental state improved a lot.

Seeing Song Heng looking at him with concern, Luo Qing suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Brother, where is Master!"

Suddenly, Luo Qing remembered something. He was carried up the mountain by the old man, and after going up the mountain, he started to have a high fever. As for when and how long did he fall asleep?I can't remember.

Although seeing the old man, he is still alive and well, and his condition is even better than when he was in Luoyang.

But Luo Qing couldn't worry about the old man after all, and didn't know how the old man was doing now.

Speaking of the old man, Song Heng's expression instantly collapsed.

He took a deep breath, sat on the animal skin, didn't speak, just pointed out the hole with his hand.

"Could it be!"

Seeing his senior brother's expression, Luo Qing's heart sank half in an instant: "No! No, senior brother, don't lie to me!"

Song Heng shook his head, still did not speak, and kept this and that silence.

Seeing this, Luo Qing's face suddenly turned pale, and his body, which had been warmed up just now, only felt bone-chillingly cold.

Standing up quickly, he staggered and walked towards the hole.

I saw outside the cave, in the heavy snow.

A slightly hunched figure with his back turned to himself, facing the mountains.

Like a stone, it sits and forgets the mountains.

"Master... Master..."

Looking at the back, Luo Qing's eyes became blurred, and the cold wind froze the tears in the corners of his eyes before they fell.

"Master!"

I vaguely remember that that year, I was living on the street.

Skinny crouched in the corner of the wall.

Pedestrians passing by cast indifferent gazes and expressions of being unable to dodge.

But a steaming steamed bun suddenly appeared in front of him.

Already numb to people's eyes of charity, he instinctively stretched out his dirty palms to grab the steamed buns and put them in his mouth.

In the past, these kind-hearted people who gave themselves alms would turn around and leave after a few words of comfort or a little change.