Yang Ling grabbed Ma Lian 'er and jumped down the snowy slope. The snow on this side was short on sunlight, so the surface had already crystallized. Using the momentum, the two began to slide down the steep slope. Ma Lian 'er instinctively screamed and tightly hugged Yang Ling's neck.
The sound of the wind whistled past his ears, as if it were lightning fast. Although Ma Lian 'er was not afraid of death, she was scared out of her wits by this thrilling experience. She lay on Yang Ling's body and refused to open her eyes again.
Yang Ling had played sand skiing before. In his mind, as long as he was lucky and didn't get hit by any wooden stumps, he might be able to escape with his life. He hugged Ma Lian 'er tightly and nervously looked at the slope. There were no trees on this side of the slope. The small shrubs and weeds that were bent by the snow cut his robe, but they did not hurt his flesh.
Seeing that they were about to reach the bottom of the mountain, and with their current speed and angle, they were about to crash into the snow like a cannonball, Yang Ling suddenly fell on his back. He shifted his center of gravity backward and used all his strength to lift his head off the snow for fear of hitting a rock or a tree branch.
Ma Lian 'er was caught off guard. Her body leaned forward and she had a kiss with Yang Ling that was definitely not erotic. Both of them gave a muffled grunt and a fishy taste came out of their mouths.
Ma Lian 'er's eyes widened. Before she could say anything, Yang Ling's body continued to slide forward along the ground, leaving a trail of snow behind him. Following that, Yang Ling's right foot kicked a small tree. With a snapping sound, the two of them turned around and slid out horizontally.
Yang Ling rolled on the ground for a long while before he came to a stop. He calmed down a little and looked around. He saw that he had charged into a forest. There was a small tree that he had just broken a dozen meters in front of him. There was a giant rock covered in a thick layer of snow two meters in front of him.
Ma Lian 'er's heart also calmed down. Only now did she realize that she was in a very intimate position in Yang Ling's arms. Her pretty face suddenly turned red and she punched Yang Ling's chest. Yang Ling was rejoicing that his usually fragile 'delicate body' was safe and sound this time. Only when she hit him did he realize that there was still a delicate body on top of him. He hurriedly let go of his hand as if he had been stung. Ma Lian 'er got up with a red face.
Yang Ling stood up shamelessly and walked in front of Ma Lian 'er to look at the mountain peak that the two of them had jumped down from. At this time, the snow was heavy. It was impossible to see the situation at the top of the mountain within a hundred steps of the forest.
Ma Lian 'er's heart was beating wildly. She stole a glance and saw that Yang Ling's long gown had been torn into strips, revealing the green cotton pants underneath. The two lumps of cotton on his buttocks were also exposed. He looked very sorry.
He was so brave. A weak scholar dared to jump down the steep icy peak. Also, when he fell down the mountain, he hugged her tightly and used her as a cushion. Ma Lian 'er's heart was filled with sweetness. Unconsciously a touch of gentleness appeared in her eyes.
Yang Ling did not know that right now he was like a peacock spreading its tail, but he was looking at it from behind. He excitedly turned around and said to Ma Lian 'er, "The Tartars won't dare to go down the mountain like this. We'll hide in the forest and avoid their search."
Ma Lian 'er looked at the desolate forest. It was quiet there. There were no birds or people. She hesitated and said, "They won't come down from such a steep slope. If we get lost in the forest, we'll be trapped here and die."
Yang Ling's face twitched. He dryly said, "If it's only me, the Tartars may not chase. But with you, it's hard to say. It's better to hide."
Ma Lian 'er's eyebrows suddenly jumped. "What do you mean? Am I a disaster … um … then let's hide. "She changed the topic and said embarrassedly.
* * *
Yang Ling grabbed a ball of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. He slowly melted it. When the snow was no longer cold, he slowly swallowed it. At the same time, he cautiously looked around. Ma Lian 'er was also in a sorry state. She was sweating profusely. Her hair was in a mess. Her skirt and coat sleeves were scraped into rags.
The snow stopped. It was already evening. The empty mountain was quiet and the wilderness was boundless. This pair of beggars seemed to be in "Jasper Lake Wonderland". The rocks, the pine trees, the ground, everything was covered by the snow, and it was as if they were wrapped in silver.
It was a beautiful and primitive scenery. It was enough to make people forget to go home. If they were not lost and there was a wolf behind them.
Originally, the two of them only wanted to hide in the forest for a while, but when they walked into the dense forest, a wolf that was hunting for food appeared behind them like a ghost. Their first reaction was to run away. The wolf followed them unhurriedly, waiting for them to exhaust their strength.
Ma Lian 'er had lived on the grassland for many years. She knew that she could not run anymore. If she did, she would easily become the wolf's food. She grabbed a broken tree trunk from the snow and confronted the big green wolf. When Yang Ling saw that she was not running, he also picked up a tree trunk and joined the fight. Modern people might have heard too many fairy tales about big bad wolves since they were young, but when they actually saw an animal that looked like a native dog, it was difficult for an adult with a big stick in his hand to feel too much fear of this "native dog."
Ma Lian 'er knew the horror of wolves, but Yang Ling did not. Ignorance is fearlessness. Yang Xiucai raised his stick and roared. He smashed it hard on the head. Although Yang Ling did not have a strong physique, this blow was enough to break the skull of a strong person.
The stick landed solidly on the big green wolf's head. Before Yang Ling could rejoice, Ma Lian 'er shouted, "Watch out!" and swung her stick horizontally. The big green wolf whimpered and rolled on the ground like a dog after taking a heavy hit. Then, it crawled back up and pounced at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling was shocked by the wolf's quick reaction. He could already see the big green wolf's white teeth. At this time, the stick in Ma Lian 'er's hand arrived with a gust of wind. The stick hit the wolf's hind leg, and it fell to the ground with a pained cry. It limped into a bush, but it did not stop staring at them.
Ma Lian 'er gripped the stick tightly with both hands and said to Yang Ling, "The wolf's skull is very hard. If you want to hit it, hit its legs and waist. The wolf has a copper head, hemp stick legs, iron tail and tofu waist. Keep a close eye on them. "
The Green Wolf also felt that these two creatures were not easy to deal with, but it refused to retreat. The two chased after it, and the wolf ran away. When they turned around and walked away, the wolf chased after them again. Just like that, they walked and fought. Until now, the Green Wolf was nowhere to be seen, and the two were lost.
They were so tired that they could not move an inch. Their clothes were soaked, and the sweat on their undergarments was about to turn into ice, making them shiver. It was almost dusk. If they spent the night like this, they would either be eaten by the wolf or frozen to death. Thus, under Ma Lian 'er's guidance, Yang Ling learned a skill for survival in the wild: digging snow holes.
Many ancient trees were covered in snow in the forest. When the ancient trees broke and fell, there were holes in the ground. Even though the surface area was not large, there were gaps for ventilation. Yang Ling hollowed out the snow cave and moved two withered tree trunks into it. The two of them curled up inside, not only to ward off the cold, but also to hide from the wild beasts.
Night had completely fallen, and Yang Ling's legs were completely frozen. Ma Lian 'er had squeezed into a ball with Yang Ling at some point. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and she was about to fall asleep.
Yang Ling's eyelids were about to close. He pinched himself and shouted at Ma Lian 'er, "We can't sleep. Let's talk and wake up. We have to stay awake until dawn."
"Hmm … Scholar Yang, Yang Yicheng, Brother Yang, please do something good. I'm tired, hungry, and sleepy. I'll lean on you, lean on you, just a little. When dawn comes … I'll be fine." Ma Lian 'er hummed weakly. Her soft and weak tone sounded like she was acting coquettishly. If such a voice was heard in a room with charcoal incense, it would definitely make one's imagination run wild.
"No!" Although Yang Ling did not have the experience of surviving in the wild, he had seen too many stories of people freezing to death in their sleep from newspapers and magazines. He wanted to wake Ma Lian 'er up, but Ma Lian' er was so tired that she did not want to move. Her soft and weak body leaned lazily on Yang Ling, and she refused to get up.
"No, get up! When dawn comes, you'll be frozen to death. There'll be a layer of ice on your body, so hard that even a wolf can't bite through it! I don't want to drag an ice sculpture back! "Yang Ling was anxious and reached out to pat her cheek.
Her lips hurt and Ma Lian 'er opened her sleepy eyes. The cave was dark, but Yang Ling's breath was on her face. It was so warm, the only warmth. Ma Lian' er was even more sleepy. She muttered, "Talk … talk about what? Let me … sleep for a while. "
"You can't sleep!" Yang Ling said anxiously, "Wake up. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through the night. Women have a thick layer of fat and are more resistant to the cold than men. I'll take off my clothes for you to wear. You can't sleep. If you can survive, that's good."
Ma Lian 'er was in a trance. She could not digest Yang Ling's words for a while. She greedily shrunk closer to Yang Ling and asked in a daze, "What … what fat?"
"Well, subcutaneous fat … Ahem, you won't understand even if I tell you. Just think of it as fat."
"…" After a long while, a high-pitched voice suddenly rang out in the dark snow cave of the silent mountain forest, "Fatty meat? Am I fat? "
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