The rising sun dispels the last ray of darkness.
A cold wind blew from the grassland, whistling and rolling up the broken snow on the ground. The snow particles scattered in the air, forming a piece of crystal gauze. The golden eagle flapped its wings and flew out of the barn, hovering in the air, making loud calls.
Evan Zhao pushed open the door and sneezed twice in succession when the cold wind blew. He jumped twice, rubbed his face, and exhaled a breath of white air. Behind him, Wei Qing and A Zhi had already put on their short coats and were bending down to put on their boots.
A Tao was sleeping soundly, wrapped in animal skins, curled up into a ball. The children's voices did not wake him up.
Ah Gu was the most mischievous. He grabbed a fur hat and used the string hanging under the ear of the hat to tickle his nose. Even so, Ah Tao still did not wake up. He just frowned and waved his hands a few times.
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