Chapter Seventy-Nine You Can't Move Freely

  It was already past midnight and everyone had been walking for half a night, so they were all very tired.

  When Old Bao said rest, everyone cheered and quickly pulled out their backpacks to set up tents.

  Old Bao Te dug a sand pit in the desert, not far from the river, then went to collect some stones and poplar wood nearby, and set up a bonfire.

  Xiao Han took out a few pieces of solid alcohol, ignited them, and with a whoosh, the bonfire was lit.

  Old Bao took out his pipe, tapped it gently, added some tobacco, and lit it with the bonfire. As he puffed on his pipe, he watched the young people excitedly setting up their tents. Old Bao smiled to himself, thinking that for these spoiled kids, the first day was always exciting, but once the novelty wore off and they were exhausted, they would begin to appreciate how difficult life was, and experience the hardships of desert living.

  Apart from Batur, fourteen people sat around the bonfire and set up seven tents.

  Set up a good tent, everyone gathered around the bonfire again, took out their own food and started having a picnic.

  On a winter night in the desert, it's extremely cold. Without even speaking, you can breathe out white air, and even your nasal mucus might really freeze into an ice stick.

  After eating and warming up a bit, everyone stopped making noise and flew towards the tent one after another.

  Dai Hao blocked Song Jian, about to enter the tent together. Qin Hua Yu called out from behind, "Hey, Dai Hao."

  "Ah?" Zhai Hao turned back and ran towards Qin Huayu with a thud.

  "Come and help me," Qin Huayu beckoned, and when Zhai Hao approached, Qin Huayu reached out and pinched Zhai Hao's soft flesh, saying in a low voice, "How can you be so stupid? Didn't you see that Zhou Tong wants to sleep in the same tent as Song Jian?"

  "Is there? Zhou Tong didn't tell me, Song Jian also didn't mention it to me," said Zhai Hao with a sullen face.

  "Idiot!" Qin Huayu pinched Dai Hao, "Hurry up and bring your sleeping bag over. Later you'll say you want to sleep with me and kick Zhou Tong out."

  Dai Hao looked at Qin Huayu for a moment, then reacted, realizing that he was going to live in the same tent as Qin Huayu. He nodded repeatedly, "Good, good, good..."

  Before he could say anything, Zhai Hao had already rushed into Song Jian's tent and grabbed his sleeping bag.

  "What's wrong with you?" Song Jian asked in surprise.

  "I... " Di Hao swallowed his saliva, and as a single man, just imagining it had already disrupted his hormones, "I'll go over there, bye!"

  Arriving at the tent, Di Hao said to Zhou Tong: "Zhou Tong, you go sleep with Song Jian tonight, I'll be with Qin Hua Yu."

  "What? How can that be?" Zhou Tong pushed back.

  "Hurry up and go, you can't ruin my happiness, can you?!" Zhai Hao pulled out Zhou Tong's sleeping bag and put it in his arms, "Go quickly."

  Zhou Tongxin quickly jumped twice and then turned his head to look at Song Jian.

  Song Jian waved at Zhou Tong.

  Zhou Tong walked away with a twist and a turn.

  "Don't think it's because I want to sleep with you together, I just can't bear to disappoint Zhai Hao," Zhou Tong pouted and said to Song Jian.

  Song Jian put down his sleeping bag and said, "Hurry up and sleep, or you'll freeze into an ice stick soon."

  In the distance, Mo Mo looked at the situation here and smiled lightly. She pulled Xiao Han's hand and said: "Han, quickly tell me who that young man is? Why do I always feel that your attitude towards him is a bit different? Originally thought you were going to be an old cow eating tender grass, now it seems that you are completely trying to intervene as the third party."

  Xiao Han patted Momo's arm, "What are you talking about? However... Song Jian is quite special, yesterday in the He Tian area, I got into trouble, and it was him who helped me escape."

  "Oh? Come on, say it," Mo Mo pulled Xiao Han, "Hey, Han, let's sleep together, come on, put our sleeping bags together, my sister and I haven't hugged and talked for a long time."

  Two beautiful young women whispered to each other and crawled into the tent, Ding Jie swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but look sad, especially when he saw Song Jian and Zhou Tong sleeping in one tent, he felt even more numb all over.

  "Damn, if I had known to bring a girlfriend along, it would have been warm and cozy on this cold day," Ding Jie sighed endlessly, secretly regretting his own miscalculation. He had thought he could take advantage of the opportunity to hook up with a beauty, but now it seemed that his chances were slim. Last time in Hetian, he had lost face in front of Xiao Han.

  Soon, everyone entered the tent. A smile floated onto Old Barte's old face. He liked bringing young people to play in the desert. It wasn't for the money, but because from these young people, he could feel the beauty of life - whether it was love, lust, friendship, jealousy, or recklessness. All those things were the exclusive domain of the young. As one grew older and saw through the changes in worldly affairs, Old Barte's emotions had also faded away.

  He extinguished his pipe, and old Batur sat down by the campfire, wrapped himself in a camel-hair blanket, covered himself with a woolen quilt, put on a tiger-skin coat, and closed his eyes.

  The moonlight pours down, bringing only coolness.

  Tonight in the desert, it's unusually cold. Old Bao gets up and goes to gather more firewood, making the bonfire burn very brightly.

  Inside the tent, Zhou Tong curled up in her sleeping bag, and after her shyness retreated, the cold began to envelop her body.

  "Song Jian!" Zhou Tong called out softly.

  "Huh?" Song Jian didn't feel particularly cold; he had already fallen asleep. However, when Zhou Tong shouted out, he immediately woke up again.

  "Are you... cold?" Zhou Tong asked.

  "Are you cold? Let me help you cover up," Song Jian sat up and covered himself and Zhou Tong's down jackets with Zhou Tong's sleeping bag.

  Zhou Tong's face turned red, this tent was not big, in the narrow tent, she could squeeze together with Song Jian, this feeling was great.

  "No... it's still cold," Zhou Tong muttered, "Damn the sleeping bag manufacturer, are they producing inferior products?"

  Song Jian said helplessly: "It's too cold now, or we can put our sleeping bags together and sleep warmly."

  Song Jian didn't think too much, in his heart, he and Zhou Tong were good friends, just like Qin Hua Yu. Although Song Jian was only twenty-three years old, just a few months older than Zhou Tong, but in his heart, he always felt that he was a thirty-year-old middle-aged man, while Zhou Tong was still a student girl.

  Upon hearing Song Jian's words, Zhou Tong fell silent for a moment before responding in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Alright... okay."

  Fortunately, Song Jian's hearing was much better than ordinary people, otherwise he really couldn't hear it.

  Song Jian and Zhou Tong's sleeping bags were of the same brand and model, with a zipper on one side. As long as you unzip it and stick it to another sleeping bag, you can form a double sleeping bag.

  Song Jian unzipped his sleeping bag.

  Zhou Tong also sat up halfway, twisted and turned to open the sleeping bag, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Song Jian, isn't this not good?"

  "Why not? Don't catch a cold, come over," Song Jian's tone was very natural.

  Zhou Tong was a bit hesitant and also somewhat expectant, seeing Song Jian speak so casually, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Yeah, both of them were wearing thick down jackets, what's there to be afraid of?

  The sleeping bag edges were glued together, and the two people slept together.

  Zhou Tong felt his heart beating a bit faster.

  "Sleep, we still have a long way to go tomorrow," Song Jian said.

  Zhou Tong was still a bit cold, her shoulders sank slightly, and she said, "Don't move around at night."

  "......" Song Jian was speechless in his heart, secretly thinking that this wasn't pouring oil on the fire and encouraging crime, "Don't worry, go to sleep quickly."

  "Hmm." Zhou Tong turned his body around, leaving his back to Song Jian.

  Song Jian closed his eyes, the beauty beside him said it was impossible not to be moved, but after practicing Wuji Health Qigong, Song Jian's control was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

  Slowly, Song Jian fell asleep.

  In a daze, Song Jian felt his chest sink, and a pair of small hands were stuck to his chest. Then, a pile of elastic soft flesh leaned against his arm.

  Opening her eyes, she saw Zhou Tong sleeping soundly and felt too cold, so he proactively leaned over.

  Heaving a sigh, Song Jian stretched out his arm and let Zhou Tong rest on it, so she could sleep more comfortably.

  Zhou Tong moved his head slightly, murmured something in his mouth, and fell asleep with his arms around Song Jian.

  Song Jian looked at Zhou Tong in his arms, closed his eyes, but he thought of his wife Xiuer, a wave of sadness filled his chest. Soon, Song Jian suppressed this sadness, he couldn't think about the people and things of the Song Dynasty anymore. Since living in this era, forget the past and live well.

  It was already past two o'clock, and Song Jian had indeed become tired. In the sleeping bag, the man and woman hugged each other and fell asleep...

  Zhou Tong always thought she would have a sleepless night, but she never expected that sleeping in the same sleeping bag with a man, she didn't have any guard against him at all. In just a few minutes, she fell asleep and slept very soundly.

  "Wake up, wake up," Song Jian patted Zhou Tong's back, his arm still pinned under Zhou Tong's neck, slightly numb.

  Zhou Tong slowly opened her eyes, her hands and feet still clinging to Song Jian's body like an octopus, because Song Jian's body was like a warm source, it was indeed very comfortable.

  Dazed for two seconds, Zhou Tong suddenly let out a loud cry, "Ah! You... you... what have you done?"

  Zhou Tong hastily sat up, his hands clutching his chest. At this moment, the sun shone through the tent and illuminated the other person's body clearly.

  Song Jian smiled wryly, "I didn't do anything, it's always been you who did."

  "You..." Zhou Tong's face turned red, she felt like she was dreaming of hugging her teddy bear on the bed, feeling warm, it seemed that she had taken Song Jian as that teddy bear, "You shut up, don't let you speak."

  Song Jian pouted and said, "Fine, I won't say anything."

  Old Bao had already shouted outside: "Everyone get up, we have to hit the road after breakfast, hurry up, young men and women!"

  Zhou Tong's face turned even redder, she reached out and covered Song Jian's eyes with her hand, "You close your eyes, I'll get dressed."

  Song Jian closed his eyes and thought: "Wearing so much armor, what's there to be afraid of?"

  Quietly putting on her clothes, Zhou Tong picked up the washing tools and went to the riverbank to wash up simply.

  Song Jian also got up, packed up the tent, and walked over to Old Bate's side, asking: "Old man, how much longer?"

  Lao Bat pointed to the distance and said, "The Huagucao cannot be seen in water, but it also needs the nourishment of animal carcasses. Animals can't leave the river for too long, so we need to move away from the riverbank now and head north for a day. If we're lucky, we'll meet before sunset."

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