In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

Wang Jianguo sighed softly, moved closer to He Yushui, his eyes showing some worry, and lowered his voice to warn:

"Then you better keep your voice down. The night in the mountains is not as quiet as in the village. The slightest noise can be heard far away."

"Also, you must follow me closely. The road is slippery now. The snow hasn't melted yet and has formed icicles in some places. If you step on it accidentally, you will definitely fall flat on your face."

"Besides, there are many forks in the road in the mountains. If we get separated, it will be a big trouble in this cold weather."

His voice was soft but full of concern, and every word was like a small flame jumping in the cold night, trying to bring some warmth and alertness to He Yushui.

When He Yushui heard Wang Jianguo agree, a light of excitement flashed in his eyes, and that light seemed to be able to dispel the darkness around him.

She nodded excitedly, and her little head shook up and down like a chick pecking at rice.

To show her determination, she also held Wang Jianguo's arm tightly and squeezed it hard, as if to say, "Don't worry, I will definitely not hold you back."

Then, like ghosts in the dark night, the two men moved cautiously. Wang Jianguo took the lead and tiptoed to the wall where a half-worn bicycle was parked.

He held the handlebars with both hands, lifted the body of the bicycle slightly, tried his best to avoid the noise made by the wheels rubbing against the ground, and slowly pushed the bicycle out.

He Yushui followed closely behind, also on tiptoe, taking every step very lightly, for fear of disturbing the deep sleep.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the path in the village, emitting a silvery light, and covering the figures of the two people with a layer of hazy gauze. With this weak light, they pushed their bicycles and slowly walked towards the entrance of the village.

Along the way, the cold wind whistled from time to time, making the dry grass on the roadside rustle. Wang Jianguo and He Yushui would subconsciously stop and look around nervously, and only continue moving forward after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

After leaving the village, the road became increasingly rugged and difficult to travel on. The accumulated snow made a "crunching" sound under the wheels, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Wang Jianguo would look back from time to time to see if He Yushui was following closely, and He Yushui would respond with his eyes in time to indicate that everything was fine.

In this way, the two of them, with their own thoughts in their hearts, moved step by step towards the mysterious and dangerous mountain under the moonlight.

The Great Northern Wilderness, which had just passed the Chinese New Year and had not yet entered spring, seemed to be tightly wrapped in a layer of extremely cold ice by nature, turning it into a silver world of ice and snow.

The biting cold wind whistled like an ice knife, cutting people's faces painfully. Every trace of water vapor in the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals, flickering cold light under the moonlight.

At this time in the Great Northern Wilderness, it was the coldest time of the year, and it seemed that there was only endless coldness and loneliness left between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, Wang Jianguo and He Yushui rode a bicycle, which added a special kind of "warmth" to their trip.

When they set off, Wang Jianguo mounted the bicycle steadily, and He Yushui sat lightly on the back seat, with her arms tightly around Wang Jianguo's waist, one to keep him seated steadily, and the other to keep each other warm.

The bicycle moved slowly forward on the snow-covered road, and the wheels rolled over the thick snow, making a "crunching" sound, as if it was a unique melody played in this silent and cold night.

However, the road conditions were so bad and the snow was so thick that after a while, the wheels were stuck in the snow, making it increasingly difficult to turn. The two had to get off the bikes frequently and push them on foot.

In this way, I rode for a while and walked for a while. My body gradually warmed up during the exercise, and I didn’t feel too cold along the way.

The moonlight was like water, pouring down on the vast expanse of white snow. Although it was not as bright as daylight, the bright light reflected on the snow surface and illuminated the way ahead.

Under the moonlight, the branches of the trees on the roadside were bent by the snow, like silver-white works of art carefully carved by nature. Occasionally, a branch could not bear the weight and broke with a "crack", startling the birds resting under the tree, and a black shadow was cast under the moonlight.

Wang Jianguo has been here many times and knows every tree and grass, every mountain and river here very well. He has the best memory.

Even in this dark and cold night, I can accurately identify the direction with the help of the memory in my mind.

After about an hour, the two of them bypassed many winding paths and avoided dangerous ice surfaces, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up, the rolling hills looked particularly mysterious and majestic under the moonlight. Most of the trees on the hills were covered by snow, with only the pointed treetops showing, like guards standing guard.

The mountain wind whistled down from the top of the mountain, carrying snow particles with it, blowing in their faces and making the corners of their clothes rustle.

He Yushui couldn't help but shiver. Seeing this, Wang Jianguo slightly turned sideways and blocked He Yushui behind him. He looked up at the mountain with a firm gaze, secretly planning the next itinerary in his heart.

The freezing night in the Great Northern Wilderness was bone-chilling. The moonlight sprinkled on the snow, emitting a cold light, as if the whole world was frozen in this boundless cold.

After Wang Jianguo and He Yushui arrived at the foot of the mountain with one step forward and one step shallow, Wang Jianguo quickly glanced around. With years of experience in this mountain area, he soon found a very secluded place.

It was a dense bush surrounded by rugged rocks. Snow piled up in the cracks between the rocks, forming a natural cover.

Wang Jianguo pushed the bicycle carefully, trying not to make any noise, and took every step extremely cautiously for fear of leaving any traces.

He Yushui followed behind, imitating him, moving very lightly and not daring to breathe.

The two finally reached the depths of the bushes, and Wang Jianguo gently put down the bicycle. He then carefully moved the snow around to cover the wheels and body of the bicycle, and broke some branches and cleverly placed them on top, so that the bicycle was completely hidden under this natural camouflage.

After doing all this, Wang Jianguo raised his head, looked at He Yushui with firm eyes, nodded slightly at her, then reached out and gently grabbed He Yushui's wrist, and led her carefully step by step towards the mountains.

The mountain paths had long been covered by thick snow, and they could only grope forward based on vague impressions and judgments of the mountain terrain. The cold wind whistled through the valley, making the branches hum, and the snow particles whipped the two people's faces with the wind, causing them great pain.

He Yushui couldn't help but shiver. Seeing this, Wang Jianguo stopped, took off the scarf from his neck, gently wrapped it around He Yushui's neck, tightened it, smiled gently at her, gave her silent comfort, and then continued walking.