The snowstorm came quickly. The pilot asked Leng Jiayue to wait a little longer. The snowstorm will continue tomorrow, so tomorrow's flight was cancelled. Even so, Leng Jiayue still asked the pilot to buy flour, potatoes, onions and beef on the radio.

, and then told him that we were leaving two people this time, and then replenished the food we had consumed in the past few days.

Uncle Martin came to our cabin despite the strong wind and reminded us not to go out. Going out in the snowstorm was very dangerous. When it really quieted down, I also felt a little anxious. According to the uncle, it would take another month to have a short break.

During the day, the sun rises and sets along the horizon. Then the days will get longer and longer, and the sun will get higher and higher, but it is still on the horizon, and then it will be the end of the day.

When daylight comes, this wilderness is at its best. There will be many tourists, and local people will also use this time to prepare for the coming winter, hunting, fishing, and drying meat.

"It's so magical. In the short summer, the temperature is not high, but it never gets dark. It's incredible." Shang Qingyun said.

When Uncle Martin left our wooden house, the wind poured into the house, and it was obvious that the temperature had dropped again. I suggested that we make dumplings first, so that we can have dumplings for dinner, and find a way to freeze the rest.

I didn’t have a rolling pin, so I used an empty wine bottle to roll out the dumpling wrappers. Leng Jiayue didn’t know how to make the dumplings, but Shang Qingyun made them very quickly. She hardly did any housework, but she learned quickly how to make dumplings for Christmas. There was no place to put the dumplings she made.

, it was almost enough for one person, so I fried it first, and cooked it in the second pot. Just like that, I wrapped and ate it at the same time. After everyone had eaten dinner, I wrapped all the remaining stuffing, braving the strong wind.

I took the plate and put it on the shelf in the warehouse, and covered it with plastic wrap. I believe it will freeze well in a short time.

I made more than two hundred dumplings while I was making them. Not counting those that had been eaten, I made more than two hundred dumplings. When I put the last dumplings in, the previous dumplings were already frozen and hard, so I put them in a fresh-keeping bag. After wrapping,

Dumpling felt sore in his back, but he seemed to have accomplished something big. When he returned to the cabin, it began to snow heavily.

The snowstorm has finally come, and Leng Jiayue is a little anxious. One of them is more serious, the other is less serious. Psychological counseling is very important, but I don't have any experience.

"Dark nights, blizzards, small spaces, monotonous food, and unclear time are all disadvantages. If you two have any ideas, don't hesitate to tell me directly. It's better to speak out than to keep it in your heart." I took the initiative and said,

Because I don’t know how long the snowstorm will last, I have to give them some psychological training. They could run around before, but now they are really stuck in the house.

"Go get more snow water, I want to drink coffee." Leng Jiayue said with a smile.

In the snowstorm, I was a little unsteady. The snow on the ground mixed with the snow in the sky, and I felt like I couldn't open my eyes. After I made a bucket of snow, I hurried back to the house to melt it. The candles in Martin's cabin were still lit, in the snowstorm.

It seemed very warm. We resisted the urge to ask some stories about the snowstorm, and then we got a bucket of snow and returned to our own house.

"Brother, this situation is really problematic. My concept of time is messed up. I have to force myself to look at the time to know what to do." Leng Jiayue told me while filtering the coffee.

"Let's go as normal, we can still have a party. It's snowing outside at this time. Our wooden house is the last fortress. We can sleep when we want to sleep and sing when we want to sing. I just went out and found that the wind was so strong that I could hardly hear my own voice.

It's clear, so you can do whatever you want now." I said, I'm worried that these two people are prone to insomnia. It's best if they want to sleep. If they can't sleep, they might as well do something extraordinary.

Leng Jiayue asked me to sing a song first, and as soon as my brain twitched, I came to play wild in the snow. I didn’t remember the lyrics very clearly. My phone was always turned off, and there was no signal or network, so I could only do it by myself.

I made up a few sentences at random, but in the end only one sentence came out: "Let me go wild in the snow."

It was obvious that neither Leng Jiayue nor Shang Qingyun had much interest in this kind of rock music, and they were particularly dissatisfied with the vague lyrics I imitated.

"A song in a snowstorm doesn't necessarily have to be violent. This one doesn't work. We have to do another one." Shang Qingyun started to boo.

The room was very small. The two of them were leaning on their respective beds, while I was sitting in front of the window, watching the candles illuminating the frost-covered glass. I realized that at this time I should find a fresh and refined scene that represented the sunrise after the snow stopped.

Song or poem.

"The warmth of the wooden house on a sleepless night on snowy nights"

Although the body remains, the heart is far away.

When will the wind dance over the ice fields and the sky will turn blue?

The shadow of the candle in the small window is frozen and the flowers are gone,

The leisurely mood is dull, the night is vast, and the memories are slow.

Forget worries, forget worries, end of the world

Polar danger, Bingyang South

Colorful, colorful, you can see

The poignant beauty of the sky, the vast expanse of sky, the cold weather and the cold weather make you sit down on your saddle

But I have regrets in this life

The extreme night is long, the wooden house is short, and there is no music."

I wrote a poem imitating a Song Dynasty poem. I can’t remember the name of the poem clearly, and I don’t know if the approximate number of words is correct. Anyway, I’ll write it out first because my phone was turned off, so I wrote it with a pen in a small notebook that Shang Qingyun brought.

On the book.

I really don’t know how the ancients created and recorded so many names of lyrics, and I really admire them. As for how these lyrics were sung, I don’t even know. I always thought it should be the same as singing, otherwise the style of the opera would not be the same.

It will be like this now.

"This is a word card, but I don't know what tunes the ancients used. According to today's ancient style songs, the lyrics need to be changed. Therefore, the so-called ancient style now is actually the ancient style understood by modern people, and it is not really ancient style." I

said.

"Then change it. Are you not sleepy?" Shang Qingyun said. Because there is no electricity, she now particularly cherishes the little power of the computer and camera. She only takes pictures, does not check the photos, and the computer will not be turned on. She said that if the camera is out of power,

You can also use your computer as a power bank.

"Heavy snow covers Alaska

The wasteland is covered in frost

The cold sword has been buried for thousands of years

Your wooden house is as warm as spring

Curtain of low hanging blue light in the night sky

The strong wind whipped the snow like blades

There is no trace of yesterday

Your heart also disappears

The dancing demon reappears

Blocking the blue sky

The candle still glows dimly

Swinging in front of the narrow window

brooding face melancholy

Hazy in front of Binghua's eyes

It's an endless night outside

Memories are the ferry boat

The shore of the end of the world

a bird is calling

forget worries, forget worries

The dangers of polar rivers and lakes,

It’s not warm in Nanshan either

The spirit sword dances and shines

Cai Lian meets the rainbow

Covering the face of the world

Riding on the ice field, the vastness looms

The cold saddle supports the poignant beauty

Across the sky, no regrets

The cabin is small, the nights are long, and the people are warm

The wind and snow cut off the war song

A smile in the world amazes all the immortals

Crystal tears make flying particles fly."

"I am just moaning for no reason, imagining that I am a resolute and cold ranger who meets an ice fairy in the polar wasteland." I explained after writing.

"It turns out that my brother wrote it in fantasy. Do you dare to be more realistic?" Shang Qingyun asked me with a smile.
Chapter completed!