"It''s really rare. There are adventurers in this pattern."


    Several people sat in front of the fireplace to warm up and chatted with each other. Renault learned that this man was called Luca.


    Elena listened to Luca and didn''t deny it. As a princess of babeka, she knows all this.


    "At this time of crisis, the village was subjected to strange events of unknown origin. Everyone in the village was terrified and refused to outsiders."


    Luca''s eyes kept sweeping Elena''s face. She looked more like a memory than lust.


    Elena was not interested. She just drank the hot Brown tea slowly and frowned. It seems that this tea is really hard to drink.


    Renault became interested in Luca''s words and asked, "Uncle Luca, what are the strange events in this village? Isn''t it about war?"


    As soon as he said this, Luca''s eyes darkened, full of sadness and despair.


    Seeing this, Renault said awkwardly, "I''m sorry, uncle. I''m abrupt."


    After a while, Luca waved his hand and said slowly, "Alas, the strange events in the village began a few months ago."


    He closed his eyes and recalled for a while, saying, "every seven days, a villager in the village will be strangely missing. There are less than 1000 people in the village. No one knows whether the next missing person will be himself. Coupled with the sudden war, almost all the people who can walk in the village have moved away, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled."


    Elena suddenly interposed, "how do you plan to die here?"


    "You..." Renault looked at Luca awkwardly and thought it was Elena. She was really a man of temperament.


    When Luca heard Elena say this to him, he was not angry at all, but a little happy and said, "I... I won''t go. I''m here and want to wait for someone..."


    Renault and Elena looked at him and listened to him.


    ……


    It was a bright night. It was the coldest time in this snowy village. The cold wind roared across the mountains, making the old palm trees tremble wearily. From time to time, there was a whine. The wind blew up the brown snow on the trees and blew the snow into the moonlight, which made the moon shiver.


    On the edge of the woodland, there was a lonely and broken house. It was cold. Even the fireplace was broken and could not burn hot; This is uncle Luca''s home. Since his parents died, uncle Luca has lived in this old house, a broken house, a broken uncle Luca. Luca is thirty-nine this year, but he looks like fifty-nine. There is nothing capable. He is also crippled by wolves and beasts. Let alone his wife. There are not even girls in the village who are willing to talk to Uncle Luca more.


    Uncle Luca rolled himself in a dark quilt, sat by the tepid fireplace, smoked his pipe, sang loudly, and coughed from time to time.


    This is already a good entertainment for Luca.


    Uncle Luca sat by the fireplace and sang loudly. Because the wind blew, the windows were ringing, and I couldn''t hear my voice. Uncle Luca was singing happily. Suddenly he heard the sound of banging on the door, which was louder than the wind and louder than Luca''s singing.


    "Who''s that?" Uncle Luca shouted.


    No one answered, but the door banged.


    Uncle Luca was not happy. He put on his patched cotton padded clothes, got out of bed and limped over.


    When the door was opened, the cold wind blew in fiercely and hit uncle Luca''s face with snow particles. It hurt! A girl was standing in the snow outside the door. The wind blew through her hair. She was less than 20 years old. She was wearing a light white cotton padded jacket, a hat and straw sandals covered with soil. The clothes were dirty, but the girl was beautiful. Uncle Luca fainted and even felt shortness of breath.


    The girl is so white. Her skin is like apple pulp. She has black and bright hair, watery eyes and cold lips.


    The girl said nothing and walked into the house. Uncle Luca was stunned. Then she turned and closed the door, locked to death.


    The girl still didn''t speak, but began to take off her clothes, took off her dirty light white cotton clothes, took off her wet clothes, and took off Luca''s indescribable underwear, revealing a white (harmony). Luca rushed up and hugged her.


    She was cold, and Luca was as hot as fire. When they held together, they were neither cold nor hot.


    The next day, Luca had a wife, but there was still no woman to talk to. The woman didn''t talk and didn''t know if she couldn''t speak.


    Luca thought that she was mostly a fugitive from the war, but now she has an identity. She is Luca''s wife, who is from the snowy village. In order to make his wife better, Luca, who had been lazy, worked hard. After a month, the girl was pregnant. After another ten months, the woman gave birth to a little boy. With the woman, her skin was snow-white. Unlike Luca, it was dark and like brown bark.


    Luca thought that he had to repair the fireplace and heat it up. He couldn''t let his wife freeze after giving birth to a child. He spent a lot of money to repair the fireplace.


    That day in the village, Luca felt that BEI''ER had face. All the villagers knew that Luca married a beautiful wife and gave birth to a son. He was both envious and jealous.


    As a result, when Luca pushed the door that night, by the hot fireplace, the bed was lonely and no one was seen.


    There is a pool of water on the bed and neat white snow outside. There are only Luca''s footprints on the snow. The child is crying loudly and looking for his mother; There was an endless roar of the wind outside.


    The girl who appeared in the snow at night disappeared quietly in the snow at night and never appeared again.


    ……


    Who the hell is she?


    Why doesn''t she talk?


    Is she a fugitive?


    Where has she been?


    Some people in the village said that most of the girl ran away with other men. After all, the girl was so beautiful and Luca was so ugly,


    Some people say that the girl was captured. On that day, several soldiers in armor sneaked into the village,


    It was also said that the girl was not human at all. She was a snow girl. She was a monster of mountains and snow. Her body was made of ice and snow. She was roasted by the hot fireplace, leaving only a pool of water.


    And Luca cried all day,


    all day.


    Then he stopped crying and smiled at the sleeping baby in his swaddling clothes.


    That child is so like her,


    Don''t say,


    It''s kind of like Luca crying.


    An hour later, Renault sat in bed, listened to Luca''s story and sighed.