It was six in the morning when Zhao Yu woke up in his sleeping bag.
That night, he slept very badly.
It was too cold!
Even with the shelter of the house and the warmth of the sleeping bag, Zhao Yu still felt cold!
In fact, the temperature outside had not reached below zero degrees, but for some reason, Zhao Yu felt very, very cold.
At this moment, when he woke up in the morning and looked out of the wet window, he finally realized where his cold came from!
It turned out that this kind of cold did not come from the body, but from the heart.
When he stared at the vast wilderness outside the window, his loneliness was magnified infinitely, making him feel cold ...
At that moment, Bian Dong, who was sleeping in the same room as Zhao Yu, was still snoring and curled up in his sleeping bag. The young man was not a field worker, so he rarely suffered this kind of pain.
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