Lost Continent

Lin Yi was depressed, and lost the courage to ask a second time. He sniffed the medicinal soup listlessly, and didn't think there was any problem, but Fu Feng vomited out the little food he ate at noon.

"You reject Baifu?" This is the only possibility.

Fu Feng wiped his lips with his sleeve, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other party's scrutiny made Lin Yi's heart skip a beat, he had no idea that he would be like a child who did something wrong, standing a little helpless, not knowing what to do.

The coldness in the eyes slowly covered up, replaced by a sinking and unchanging calm, and there was an indistinguishable smile in Fu Feng's tone, "Afraid of me?"

Subconsciously nodding, Lin Yi laughed dryly, thinking to himself, "You have been wearing a holy pretense of compassion for all beings all day long, and I will tear off that mask sooner or later."

The jumping flames in the young man's eyes did not escape his sight, Fu Feng raised his eyebrows and didn't say much.

Lin Yi sat on the wooden pier, picked up a handful of cocklebur seeds and carefully selected them, his palms itching from the burrs.

"How long will it snow?"

Fu Feng knocked the snow off his legs, "Three hours before dawn."

Isn't it just three days?Lin Yi gnawed at the corner of his mouth. There is no such calculation method here. People's cognition comes from the dawn and darkness, and the rising and setting of the sun.

After collecting all the cocklebur seeds that were picked out, Lin Yipa pulled out the herbs he had saved and told Fufeng one by one.

Already accepting the other party's difference, Fu Feng took those herbs to find Drew after hearing what he said, and distributed the exact words to every household in the village, asking to drink a bowl every day.

Satisfying his own conscience, Lin Yi turned from a rich man into a pauper all of a sudden.

After eating a few pieces of jerky, he took a long broom from the corner and went out to clear the snow around the hut.

The bundled bamboo branches seeped into the snow and made a rattling sound. Lin Yi held the end of the stick and swept it vigorously, causing the snowflakes to fly wildly.

He swept quickly, the snowflakes in the sky didn't stop, falling down in a fluttering way, another layer, as if mocking Lin Yi for being too slow.

"Oh shit."

Lin Yi stood in the snow and scolded impatiently. He looked at the shed in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran back with big strides to take out all the stored rattan, knotted it and tied it twice around the outside of the shed.

After finishing the work, there was a layer of snow on Lin Yi's eyelashes, his face was frozen white, his long hair was soaked in snowflakes, sticking to each other, looking very miserable.

When Fu Feng came back, he saw him stamping the snow on his feet outside the curtain, putting his frozen fingers to his mouth and breathing continuously.

"Is it done?" Lin Yi rubbed his hands.

It was really cold, much colder than when Harbin was the coldest, and he didn't freeze into a popsicle, probably because his physique improved after coming here.

The clear breath of the woods approached, Lin Yi shuddered, and a magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"It's cold?"

Hearing the confusion in the other party's words, Lin Yi rolled his eyes and lazily argued with a big natural stove.

"I'm going to get the potatoes." Then he went to the cellar.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the snow off his body, Fu Feng was thoughtful.

In addition to a few potatoes, Lin Yi also took wild vegetables. He walked over to wipe off the snow on his body and entered the house.

The fire has been rekindled, and Fu Feng is poking it with branches.

Lin Yi squatted beside it to keep warm, and after a while he threw the potatoes into it.

Do you want to try again? After hesitating, Lin Yi was ready, but Fu Feng stood up and left.

Swallowing a mouthful of blood silently, Lin Yishong shook his head. After being hit, he secretly rejoiced that he hadn't figured out some things yet, and maintaining the status quo was better than tearing his face apart.

Guessing that the potatoes were almost ripe, Lin turned his head and found the man sitting on the animal skin with his eyes closed, not sure if he was meditating or asleep.

"Fu Feng?"

He called softly, but the other party didn't respond, Lin Yifang walked over lightly and leaned over to get closer.

After falling asleep, he is much softer, without the extreme silence and aloof loneliness. With those unfathomable eyes closed, he is just a good-looking ordinary man.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yi slowly lowered his head, and when his breathing drew closer, his jaw hurt.

That hand was slender, steady and full of strength. Lin Yi frowned, and his jaw was painfully pinched.

Fu Feng's voice was not as muddy and lazy as after sleeping, "What's the matter?"

"I'm ripe." When he found something wrong, Lin Yi hurriedly changed his words, "The potatoes are ripe."

Without letting go, Fu Feng looked at him with dark eyes.

Lin Yi said seriously, "The potatoes are really ripe."

After a long time, there was a faint syllable, "Mmm."

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his chin was still being pinched by that hand the next moment.

"Can you let go?"

When he retracted his hand, his thumb lightly rubbed against his chin, and Fu Feng pursed his lips, "I lost weight."

Lin Yi, who lowered his head and rubbed his chin, didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Fu Feng closed his eyes again and didn't mention it again.

Knowing how many times he asked, the other party would definitely not say a word, so Lin curled his lips and went to eat potatoes.

The snow fell heavily, the footprints were covered, and the outside was clean and white.

Lin Yi experienced several things today, all of which floated in his mind. He turned over, turned over again, tossed back and forth several times, couldn't hold back his exhaustion, kept yawning, rubbed his face on the pillow, moved to People around me slept there.

The youth's unconscious dependence has not changed, Fu Feng tightened the animal skin on his body.

When the sun rises in another 27 days, "Heavenly Cleansing" will arrive. According to the instructions of the witch god, Yushi is destined to be combined with Xiongshi, and he is no exception.

How will this person be accommodated then?To the patriarch?Fu Feng frowned, the expression on his face changed slightly.

With an arm across his waist, Fu Feng opened his eyes again. This time, he looked for the breath blowing on the side of his neck, but he didn't look back for a long time.

At night, Lin Yi woke up with a start, and vaguely heard a wolf howling.

Fu Feng also woke up, his voice was very quiet in the darkness, "Sleep."

"Can't sleep." Lin Yi was worried. It was not only them who were hungry in the cold winter, but also the wolves in the forest in the mountains.

In the second half of the night, Lin Yi barely slept, and he got up at dawn. He wanted to go out to see the ditches outside the village, but when he stepped down, the snow almost covered his knees, and it didn't stop.

Fu Feng prevented him from going out, saying that the snow would be even heavier, and Lin Yi heard a chill down his spine.

Unable to go out, Lin Yi recorded the herbs in his notebook. There were some stiff words on it, all written by Fu Feng. It could be seen that he was very serious and dedicated, but he really didn't recognize any of them.

Tore off the last page, and recorded all his daily expenses for the past year before the time travel. They were arranged densely, and now there is no reference value.

After folding a paper airplane, Lin Yi put it to his mouth and let out a sigh. The paper airplane flew out of his hand slowly, flew across the air, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Fufeng's attention was attracted by the paper airplane, Lin Yi grinned, "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Fu Feng picked up the paper airplane, played with it for a while, and then slowly took it apart. With quick movements of his fingers, it was a brand new airplane, with a higher-end shape and aesthetic than his.

Next, the role of that piece of paper far exceeded Lin Yi's expectation, all kinds of things were formed from Fu Feng's hands, and the expression on his face was always calm, with a little carelessness.

Lin Yi Fu forehead, he hates a kind of person, people often affectionately call it "genius".