I am farming to survive in the last days (MTL)

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  Chapter 1 Body Fall
  Qinghua Country, a slum area on the outskirts of Haishi city.

  A woman wore a black long down jacket, black trousers, and black sneakers. She carried a basket behind her back and held a basket in front of her. Following the footprints that she had stepped on when she came, she trudged hard in the half-meter-deep snow.

  Two hours later, Bi Qiao'an's skinny black claws were numb from the cold, and he shivered and put the frame and back basket down, reached into his pocket to take out the key, but his hands were shaking so that he couldn't open the door.

  Bi Qiaoan put his hands on his mouth and breathed out, then took down his hands and rubbed them for about five or six minutes before he slowly regained consciousness and twisted the door lock.

  This is a brick house, about 20 square meters, with only one cabinet and one bed, two thin quilts on the bed, one covered with one cover. There was a coal stove under the bed, but it was burning wood.

  Bi Qiaoan took the frame and the back basket back to the room and put them in the corner, which contained the branches he had just found from the mountain.

  She first took out two branches and threw them into the stove, and then took out three bricks from the bottom of the bed and placed them beside the stove.

  Then he sat on the brick and burned to the fire, in a daze.

  "Qiaoan, open the door!" A knock on the door awakened Pi Qiaoan in a daze.

  Bi Qiaoan sighed, slowly got up and opened the door, and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Why are you here again, can you not come?" The

  man ignored Bi Qiaoan and squeezed in through the crack of the door, with his hand on his hand. Put the cloth bag at the root of the wall, feeling the same temperature inside and outside the house, and said in a bad tone: "Bi Qiao'an, this is your backbone? Two years later, how long will you stay here?"

  "This is my home, don't stay here. Where to go here?"

  Bi Qiaoan smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were also a little acidic. Feeling the tears starting to flow out of his eyes uncontrollably, Bi Qiaoan calmly turned sideways to prevent the man from seeing his expression.

  "Joan, is this really your home? I don't need to remind you what kind of life you used to live, do you need to spoil yourself so much?
  Joan, come home with me. I will keep your room for you. Don't worry, I will treat you well! "The man's tone was full of affection, and he walked behind Qiao An and reached out and hugged Qiao An into his arms.

  "Xiao Fei, just let me go. You are married, and I am fine here." "

  Biqiao An Push break apart the ring at his waist with both hands, get rid of Xiao Fei's arms, stretched out his hands and said:" Xiao Fei, you look at me, these hands than chicken claw fear is not as good as now.