At that time, Ai Xi woke up from the cold.
A biting chill seeped up from the worn-out straw mat beneath her, mixed with the smell of earth and mold, and she suddenly opened her eyes - what she saw was not the ceiling of the apartment she rented, but the low adobe wall covered with yellow mud. A few rays of moonlight could even be seen leaking in from the roof, the howling north wind could be heard in her ears, and the sound of a strange man coughing not far away could be heard.
"Are you awake?" A hoarse female voice sounded next to her. When Ai Xi turned her head, she saw a woman wearing coarse shorts and a weather-stained face, holding a bowl of steaming, turbid rice soup. "Drink as much as you can. In the winter in Weishui County, it is common for people to die of cold and starvation."
At that time, Ai Xi's mind seemed to be stuffed into a mess. She remembered that she stayed up late in the farm office. On the table were piles of copies of the partner's defaulted contract, the sales data of agricultural products in the past three years, and the negotiation outline that the general manager would use tomorrow. In order to sort out the chain of evidence that "the other party deliberately lowered the price and defaulted on payment" before dawn, she drank three cups of black coffee in a row. In the end, she felt her eyes darken, and she woke up here.
"I... Where am I?" She struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body was sore, her throat was as dry as if it was on fire, and her voice was hoarse and unlike her own.
"Where else? A refugee shed outside Weishui County." The woman handed the rice soup to her in a calm tone, "The night before yesterday, the police found you in the woods outside the city. You were frozen and thought you wouldn't survive, but you didn't expect to wake up. Don't be afraid, the touch of this shed made her wake up instantly - she was not dreaming, nor was she filming a costume drama (she was working)
