"call!"

In the cold wind at night, a small pile of flames burned deep in the Changbai Mountain Forest Farm. The burning branches blew, illuminating the snow in front of them. A cluster of white mist rose. People who were frozen all over the mountain were trembling and gathered around the fire to keep warm. Their hands and feet were numb, and their faces were so painful that they were pricked by the wind. The snow on their heads and bodies turned into water and frozen into ice. The cold seemed to pierce into the bone cracks.

Someone wrapped his cotton coat tightly, someone picked up dead branches and added them to the fire to try to make the fire more prosperous and warm. Everyone took turns to roast the fire. There were not enough fifteen people around this small fire. Of course, there are only fourteen people in the team now.

"Brother Qing, let's really throw Xiao Sun behind? Let's go find him."

The people became warm and the courage also came to life. Dong Yang hesitated and couldn't help but speak.

"Blind talk."

Brother Qing didn't say anything. Aliang, who stomped his feet and rubbed his hands coldly, glared at him, and said unkindly: "What does it mean to throw Xiao Sun behind? Did we throw him away? It's because he didn't follow him."

Dong Yang was anxious when he heard him say this: "He fell down, it's not that he can't keep up, you, you all heard him shouting for help..."

Aliang interrupted him and said sarcastically: "Yes, you heard it too, why don't you go down to save him?"

"I……"

Dong Yang was anxious and ashamed, his face turned red, I didn't know if it was because he was frozen or was sarcastic by A Liang.

"Okay, don't quarrel. Aliang, please speak well."

Mei Jie used the enamel cup sent by the tour guide to fill it with a little snow and placed it by the fire to drink it. She advised: "The road up the mountain is dark and the wind is heavy. If you stay away from the tour guide, you will have to freeze into popsicles. Xiao Sun fell too deep and would not be able to save it for a while. We don't have the strength either."

Mei Jie sighed: "The injuries I suffered before have not healed yet, and everyone is exhausted. No one has bad intentions. If the tour guide is willing to stop there, I believe everyone will definitely go to save people, but..."

But how could the tour guide go to save people? He didn't stop for a while as if he didn't hear Xiao Sun's cry for help.

"Yes, alas..."

"snort."

Mei Jie pushed the pot on the tour guide, Dong Yang sighed and snorted coldly. The people all lowered their voices at the same time, as if they were afraid that the tour guide in the distance would hear it.

"Hey, Sister Mei, you're wrong."

But A Xiang couldn't stand their faces and spoke sarcastically: "Xiao Sun fell down by himself, and the tour guide didn't push him or harm him. Why is he unlucky? I worry about my own life. Anyway, I won't be careless about my path and my legs fell down, losing my life, and dragging down the entire brigade."

"I really stopped Xiao Sun and couldn't arrive at the forest farm in time. I didn't arrive at the scenic spot in time, but the whole brigade team had to bear the responsibility. Director Ding is responsible for everyone."

"Besides, did you ask the tour guide if you can stop? Someone said he wanted to save Xiao Sun at that time? It's not something that can be heard and seen in front of Director Ding. You didn't even mention a word. Now you blame others. Some people are selfish and self-protection is a normal thing. No one says much, but if you want to have a bitch and want to set up a archway, it's really a big laugh."

A Xiang sneered and combed her hair on her own: "You want to go, my hair hasn't dried yet."

A Xiang is very beautiful, with long black and beautiful hair. When everyone was warming their bodies and burning hot water, she unbuttoned her long hair soaked in ice and snow and roasted it by the fire.

"What do you mean? Ah Xiang, what do you mean?!"

Aliang was so angry that his face turned pale, his face turned pale, and he lowered his voice and pointed at Axiang and cursed: "Who is a bitch? Look at your disheveled look, Director Ding kept talking about Director Ding, dressed up like this, I really think Director Ding likes him?"

"You scold me? Aliang, what kind of dog thing, dare you scold me?"

A Xiang's eyes were red when she was angry. Dong Yang did not dare to speak, and Mei Jie lowered her eyes. A Liang and A Xiang were lovers. They had conflicts before and wanted to relax through this journey. Unexpectedly, after the seven-day journey, their relationship became worse and worse, and they were about to break up. Such quarrels were normal.

"Okay, stop making trouble. When will it still make noise?"

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Seeing that Aliang and Axiang were getting more and more quarrels, Brother Qing, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke. He was in his forties, with frost on his face, looking like a man in his fifties. He was very silent on weekdays, but when he spoke pertinently, he was very prestigious in the team and was considered a temporary captain. As soon as he spoke, Aliang and Axiang finally stopped arguing.

"Aliang, Dong Yang, wait for the sun to come out later. When you are free to move, you two will follow me along the way and go to find Xiao Sun."

Brother Qing made the final decision and carefully took out something from his arms. It was a golden brown mouse curled up in his palm and slept soundly, as if he felt the cold air, it shivered and began to tremble.

"I leave its nest in the camp, and whenever I get lost in the mountains, it will bring us back."

"Okay! Just do what Brother Qing said!"

As Brother Qing came forward, the team finally unified the voice. Everyone seemed to be relieved, but everyone knew that in this kind of ice and snow, the broken-legged young grandson would not live at that time. In their hearts, Xiao Sun was already dead.

Soon after, the tour guide sent out eight bent saws. The elbow wooden handle was embedded with an arm-long saw blade, which looked like a knife, with only one side of it with saw teeth. The seven people with the bent saw were responsible for cutting trees, while the other seven people corresponded one by one to them and served as deputy.

"Director Ding, do you sell this extra saw?"

A Xiang asked boldly, Director Ding had just announced the task volume. Even if everyone had a saw, it was difficult to complete the daily logging volume, let alone only seven people had saws. A Xiang and A Liang were divided into a group, but she was angry and would rather do it alone and wanted to log the wood by herself, so she set her eyes on the curved saw in Director Ding's hand.

"This is the saw to be distributed to Xiao Sun."

Director Ding said coldly: "If you want to borrow, you have to borrow from Xiao Sun."

When he said this, everyone looked bad. The smile on Axiang's face became even more reluctant. Is it to borrow from Xiao Sun? Go to the underworld to borrow from him? Xiao Sun is already dead—

"Then Axiang, you can be in the same group with me, ahem."

At this moment, a familiar and weak voice came from the camp: "It's not easy for me to cut trees like this. You can use a bend saw, and I'll be your deputy."

"Little Sun?!"

Everyone was shocked. This was Xiao Sun's voice! A standing figure could be seen vaguely at the edge of the intersection of the fire light and darkness. He dragged his right leg, covered in snow, as if he had just crawled out of the snow ditch. Xiao Sun really crawled out of the snow ditch by himself? Everyone was surprised and alert, and there was a vague fear. Only Dong Yang rushed over with surprise and joy.

"Xiao Sun! Are you okay?"

Dong Yang helped slap the snow on his body, but found that the snow seemed to be frozen on Xiao Sun. His skin was cold and there was no temperature at all. Dong Yang didn't think much about it, and quickly took off his coat and put it on Xiao Sun, wanting to help him sit next to the fire.

"I'm fine, Dong Yang."

Xiao Sun coughed violently, and his voice sounded a little strange: "Thank you for thinking about me."

"Don't say that, I, I, alas, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for Xiao Sun."

Xiao Sun's words made Dong Yang at a loss, ashamed and guilty, and he apologized repeatedly: "Everyone is worried about you, Brother Qing will take us to find you soon."

"It's okay, it's all over."

Xiao Sun said vaguely: "Aren't I back?"

“Just come back.”

Brother Qing walked over slowly, patted Xiao Sun on the shoulder, and said in a warm voice: "It's frozen, go to the fire to warm your body and have some wine."

"Brother Qing, didn't you say that the wine has been finished?"

Dong Yang sniffed and vaguely smelled a little peeing. But seeing Brother Qing take out the silver flat wine pot he cherished and handed it to Xiao Sun, he couldn't help but joke. People who entered Changbai Mountain in December were out of their bodies, and they all depended on Brother Qing's wine pot these days to prolong their lives. Brother Qing likes to drink, and they often jokes, but this time he was stared at him by Brother Qing.

"Thank you, Brother Qing, I can still hold on."

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Xiao Sun refused: "Let's go, Director Ding is impatient to wait."

"You can't call the mountains before dawn. The deputy is responsible for checking the surroundings. Once you see something under the tree that does not belong to the forest, you must stop immediately and change the tree and cut down."

"Don't be afraid of hardship or fatigue. You must cut a lot of good wood for the country to build high-rise buildings!"

The crowd was all over. Director Ding took them out of the camp to the forest farm after a few words. It was dawn in the northeastern winter, and the deep mountains and forests were covered with darkness. At first, everyone was gathered together, but as they walked, they all dispersed.

Dong Yang followed Brother Qing closely, and he was in the same group as Brother Qing. He was responsible for cutting trees. The experienced Brother Qing acted as his deputy. Dong Yang didn't understand what "not belonging to the forest" means, and he didn't dare to ask. It was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He wanted to grab Brother Qing's hand. Apart from the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, the quiet around him was scary. The quieter he was, the easier it was to think about it. Dong Yang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Xiao Sun has a very good physique and can hold on to it. He just limps when he walks. Oh, it's too much to go up the mountain to log wood."

"Axiang had to break the saw with Aliang before, but now Xiao Sun has come back and regretted it. It's better for Sister Mei to bring Xiao Sun with her. In this situation, Xiao Sun can't let him go up the mountain to log wood alone."

"Oh, I feel that I am really not a good person, and I still have the face to ask Xiao Sun for forgiveness. But we should apologize to him. It is better to come back than anything else..."

"Some apologies cannot be blind."

Brother Qing suddenly spoke: "If you admit your mistake, it will think it is your fault. Be careful that the disaster comes from the mouth."

Dong Yang was a little embarrassed when he heard him say this: "Oh, isn't this just for peace of mind?"

He still felt that he had to apologize at least, but Dong Yang was not good at arguing with others, so he lowered his head and walked away in a depressed manner. He became quiet, and Brother Qing began to speak: "Not any tree can be cut down. In the past, when going up the mountain and into the forest farm, you had to carry the head with the wooden handle. You could only cut down the tree with a red rope tied to the tree."

Brother Qing taught Dong Yang to pick trees that he had to saw three saws at the roots of the tree first. Some trees looked out but they were rotten inside, some trees did not meet the requirements, and some trees had ‘things’ inside.

Dong Yang didn't understand this, it was dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't tell the difference between the tree. But one advantage he had is that he was obedient enough. Brother Qing saw wherever he asked him to see the saw. The bent saw was rusty and the saw was very blunt. Dong Yang's body was sweating and his fingers were sore. Brother Qing took him to change three trees and Dong Yang had no objection, so he followed him obediently.

When it was time to change to the fourth tree, it was already dawn. Brother Qing finally chose the tree, but he seemed a little hesitant. Dong Yang took off his gloves and sweated heavily when he started to saw the tree. Brother Qing picked up a dead branch and fiddled with the snow around the tree.

"Dong Yang, stop! Stop!"

It was creaking, creaking, and Dong Yang was sweating all over his body when he heard Brother Qing’s urgent and nervous voice coming from behind: “Let’s go, change to a tree.”

"Ah? Brother Qing, you're still changing the tree."

Dong Yang was a little unhappy. He sawed it for a long time and saw a gap on the tree. When he saw it, he didn't feel it. When he got up, he felt his arms were numb and his waist was sore. This morning the tour guide didn't give them any good things. Corn flour pancakes and radish soup. Dong Yang felt that he had half of his strength had been removed.

Although he was not happy, Dong Yang still got up and prepared to leave, but his movements were a bit slow. Who knew that Brother Qing had lost his temper: "If you let you go, leave!"

"Oh OK, I'll leave."

Dong Yang was startled and hurried to Brother Qing. The snow was messy around Brother Qing, and he was scratched by his branches. What did Brother Qing find? Dong Yang looked over curiously. It was already dawn at this time, and he could vaguely see what was on the snow. He saw balls of black entangled in the snow nest that Brother Qing was scratched, like the fur of an animal, like the roots of a tree, and like the hair of a woman.

Dong Yang shivered and didn't dare to look at it anymore. He shook his neck and followed Brother Qing to the fifth tree. No surprise this time, they kept sawing the tree until noon when they were about to go back to the camp for dinner. Dong Yang finally sawed down a tree as thick as a bowl.

"It's like a mountain--"

Accompanied by the sour creaking sound, snow fell from the branches. Brother Qing asked to shout out the horn that fell down the mountain. The sound was so loud that he could hear it clearly in the distance.

When logging, you must call the mountain. There are three types of horns. The trees fall straight down along the mountain, while the trees fall horizontally from the hillside. When the mountains fall, the trees fall in the direction of the mountain. The trees fall in the direction of the mountain. The horns must not be called wrong. Everyone is not far from logging in the forest farm, and there is not necessarily only one tree falls down at the same time. When the trees fall, the snow on the branches rises and falls, and the snow is slippery and has difficulty moving, and accidents are easy to occur.

"It's not just for people to hide, but also for yelling horns to get those things out of the tree in time."

Brother Qing was also happy when he successfully sawed down a tree. On the way back, he took the initiative to talk about it: "There are many ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum in Changbai Mountain, especially in this pine forest. It is too cold outside in winter, and some of them will live in the trees for the winter. Once the trees are cut down and the earth's energy is broken, their energy will be trapped in the trees. If they cannot come out again, their body will gradually die, which is very miserable."
To be continued...