Chapter 293: Expecting Many Things, but Nothing Will Happen

Song Moting borrowed the team's tractor.

He wanted to pull the luggage to the county town.

The luggage was packed into boxes, and there were really several boxes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wrapped in a military coat and huddled in the back of the tractor, with Song Moting leaning against her.

He waved to everyone and left in the light snow.

Jia Shu waved with tears in her eyes.

Gradually, the figure disappeared.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat in the back, leaning against Song Moting's arms, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes became bigger and bigger.

This was the first snow here this year.

It looked like a heavy snow.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was a little worried.

The mountain road was rugged, and the tractor was stumbling.

The tractor driver was cursing there.

In this horrible weather, if it weren't for the captain's arrangement, he could have stayed in the warm bed at home, but now he had to send people in the wind and snow.

He estimated that it would take at least five hours for him to send them to the county town, and it was very likely that he would not be able to go back tonight.

I'm afraid I have to refuel in the county town.

Thanks to the captain for writing a note.

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Jiang Xiaoxiao was so cold that she blew on her hand.

She secretly regretted why she didn't make some hot meals and put them in her space yesterday.

The space has a fresh-keeping function. Whatever you put in, you will still be the same when you take it out.

Nothing else works, just thinking about the hot buns will make you feel warm.

Song Moting put her hand under his armpit, and Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart was warmed instantly.

His body temperature warmed her cold hand. She didn't really touch his skin. He was wearing a fleece and a sweater.

"We'll be there soon. Hang on, or I'll give you my coat."

Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao's face worriedly. The weather was not good today.

They caught up with the strong wind and heavy snow.

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head, "No, I'm not cold!"

Just kidding, what kind of weather is this? If I wear Song Moting's coat, Song Moting will freeze to death.

What's the big deal about being cold for a while.

"Where are we?" She changed the subject and also diverted her attention.

"Still halfway up the mountain!"

Song Moting looked around. The tractor was moving slowly and the mountain road was still steep. For safety, their speed was not much faster than a snail.

She looked around and saw a huge mountain in front of her that looked like it was wearing a white hat.

Her heart was pounding and she gasped. The mountain road was steep. She really didn't expect the weather to be so severe. It came suddenly.

In this situation, they might slide down the steep mountain road if they were not careful.

She returned to her seat and stared at the mountains.

There was still some distance between them, but they were so big that they seemed to be crouching in front of her, like a huge prehistoric monster, waiting for her to approach and then pounce.

She felt a little flustered.

I don't know why I was a little worried.

Song Moting comforted her and patted her shoulder.

She turned around and asked the tractor master.

"Master, if it doesn't work, is it too late for us to go back?"

The master shook his head.

"We are now halfway up the mountain. Whether we are on the right or wrong side, going back is the same as going down the mountain. The distance is almost the same, and it is not easy to turn around. Let's just leave it like this. I hope the snow will stop in a while."

"Damn it!"

The tractor driver gritted his teeth and said, his hands moved quickly, trying to readjust the handrails to keep the tractor stable. They were too close to the cliff. If the tractor went down, they would plunge directly into the bottom of the cliff.

The tractor was obviously out of control.

Below was a landscape with strong contrast.

The large rocks on the cliffs and the dense forests were now covered with white snow. The whiteness in the afterglow was dazzling, and the shadows were dark.

The outline of the mountain peak was steep and jagged, and then it suddenly dropped down to become an almost vertical cliff.

There was no place that was even slightly flat.

If you plunged down, it would be almost impossible for anyone to notice.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't move or breathe.

The deep fear and helplessness paralyzed her body and made her unable to make a sound.

She couldn't help or change the current situation.

She couldn't even scream, just waited to die.

They were going to die.

She saw no chance of escape.

In a few minutes, maybe seconds, they would be smashed to pieces on the snow-covered rocks.

Or drowned by the woods.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and they seemed to float in the air, as if the tractor did not obey the law of gravity.

Or the cliffs were playing a cat-and-mouse game with them, first letting them see a little unreasonable hope, and then taking it away.

"Xiaoxiao, hold on to me."

In the haze, she heard Song Moting's words, and was pulled into an embrace, and then cursed fiercely, silently fighting against the inevitable fate.

The tractor dropped sharply from the mountain wall at a strange angle, which made her heart rise to her throat. She closed her eyes tightly and didn't see the hard mountain wall rushing towards them.

Song Moting hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly, grabbing everything that could support him.

The tractor rolled to the right, the movement was dizzy, and Jiang Xiaoxiao swallowed spasmodically.

She couldn't even feel anything else because of fear, and her nerves were on the verge of collapse.

After a few minutes, the tractor returned to normal, but it was swaying rapidly from side to side as it rushed down.

Her eyes suddenly opened, and for a moment they couldn't focus.

Her vision narrowed, her vision blurred, her chest ached, and she found herself holding her breath. She tried to exhale, inhale oxygen, and then exhale and inhale again.

Now she could see more clearly, she saw Song Moting's chest.

He was all she could see, as if his image was magnified and everything else was hazy and hidden.

She saw his square jaw, the muscles tense from clenching hard, the glistening sweat, and even the curve of his eyelashes and the new stubble.

A painful thought passed through her mind.

Will he be the last person she sees?

She took another deep breath.

She would die with him, the man who loved her the most, her husband.

At least there was someone who cared about her by her side when she died. Was this lucky or unfortunate?

She felt deeply sad for both of them.

Her thoughts were broken and far away, and her attention was drawn to him.

He is... he is... what is he doing?

It is so vivid, clear, and unbelievable. Song Moting is controlling the tractor with one hand. The driver is gone without a driver. During the rolling process, the driver may fall off.

The tractor is now unmanned.

Song Moting is using his ruthless determination, and perhaps all the knowledge he knows, to try his best to control the tractor to keep it stable and not change direction.

"Hold on," he said sternly.

"I'm trying to keep us from colliding with the mountain wall. Just sliding into the bushes is better than hitting the mountain, but we may not be able to do it."

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt like her head was a ball of mud, and she could hardly think.

So what?

But she drove away the dangerous fog in her mind, tightly grasped the steel plate of the tractor, and leaned her head back against the bucket of the tractor. She closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to witness the impending death, but she could feel the tractor tilting to this side and that side.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought helplessly, if the result was the same, why would Song Moting bother so much?

Is there a difference between hitting the mountain and hitting the tree?

Diesel would still catch fire and explode, and they would still die.

With a sense of resignation, she waited, waiting for the fatal collision, waiting for the moment of fate.

She hoped that her death would not be too painful.

She hoped that their bodies would be found quickly, and their relatives and friends would not have to endure a long search process.

She hoped... She also hoped for many things, but none of them would happen now.