If there were still news broadcasts, Gu Mian felt that the female anchors who were often on the TV screen would report the landfall of typhoons across the country with a straight face.
Gu Mian doesn't watch much TV, let alone the News Network, but every time he turns on the TV to watch the news station, he is shocked by the serious face of the female anchor on the screen.
It's a pity that Xinwen Lianbo is no longer available.
It is estimated that even the Meteorological Bureau has become an empty shell, and players in the future may have to face more natural disasters - without weather forecasts.
The night was still dark, and the only light outside the window was the supermarket in the distance.
The players downstairs were still shouting noisily, and the wind and rain outside kept hitting the windows, which made Gu Nian suspect that the window in the living room would also be shattered by the strong wind.
"Speaking of which..." Fatty shivered in the dark night: "Doctor, I feel a little cold..."
It's February now, the cold winter has passed, and few people are still wearing heavy down jackets and cotton-padded jackets.
Gu Mian knew that the fat man was not too afraid of the cold, so this time he wore thermal underwear, a shit-yellow turtleneck sweater, and a green coat like a military coat with a hat attached to the top.
Fatty often emphasized to Gu Mian that the sweater was light brown, not shit yellow, but Gu Mian still felt that shit yellow was easier to remember.
This hotel is not heated, but you don't usually feel cold in the hotel wearing such thick clothes.
But at this moment, the fat man screamed and felt that his whole body was frozen, as if he was outside in a world of ice and snow. The surrounding walls seemed useless, and the whole body was filled with cold air, which could almost freeze the water in the water glass.
The cold wind seemed to have blown through the room, and the cold air lingered around the three of them. The fat man felt that his hands and feet were cold from the cold, and he wanted to wrap the quilt around him immediately.
"My day." His teeth began to chatter involuntarily: "Isn't it too cold?"
Even the fat man felt cold, and those in the corridor and the living room felt even more bitingly cold, as if their whole bodies had turned into freezers that had just been taken out of the refrigerator. At this time, they all looked at each other regardless of whether they knew each other or not.
Relying on trying to get a little warmth.
In this temperature, even if you rely on each other to keep warm, you won't be able to last long. Some people have lost feeling in their hands and feet. I'm afraid they will collapse mentally before their bodies freeze.
it's too cold!
Even if the surrounding walls could block the cold wind, it was still too cold!
Gu Mian glanced at the fat man whose teeth were chattering from the cold: "Go back and cover yourself with the quilt first.
"Okay." The fat man wanted to get under the quilt immediately, so he immediately agreed. But when he turned around and was about to walk into the room, he suddenly realized that Gu Mian didn't wear much.
The fat man glanced at the doctor standing next to him.
Inside was a black low-necked sweater, almost exposed to the collarbone, and outside was a white coat that didn't seem to have any effect on keeping out the cold.
The fat man's teeth chattered: "Doctor, are you secretly keeping the baby warm behind my back?"
Where can I find a warm baby? Gu Mian pushed him: "Go and wrap yourself in the quilt."
The fat man quickly nodded in agreement. While nodding in agreement, he glanced at Chu Changge next to him.
Ah!
This guy's clothes are even thinner than the doctor next to him.
It was just a brown turtleneck sweater, without even a coat, but Chu Changge’s teeth were not shaking from the cold.
The fat man muttered and quickly retracted into the quilt: "This is the first time I have discovered that you are not afraid of the cold at all..."
Gu Mian is not afraid of the cold, and the current level only makes him shiver a little; not only is he not afraid of the cold, but he is also not afraid of the heat.
He is a person who only feels a little hot when wearing a sweater in the middle of summer. Probably because he is often targeted by life, God has given him a physique that is warm in winter and cool in summer.
It's not summer yet, and Gu Mian feels that if it comes, Fatty's dog coins might be used as ice cubes for nothing.
At this time, the fat man, who had not become a desperate beggar, had already wrapped himself in a quilt and closed his eyes.
But even after going to bed, he was still uneasy: "Doctor, the noise outside is still very loud. What if the window in the room is broken by the wind and the glass shards fly over and prick me."
Gu Mian glanced at the fat man on the bed who was tightly wrapped in a quilt: "How about I put Xiaohong on you? In this case, the glass will only hit her, but not you."
Xiaohong, who was installed on the sofa, moved, as if she wanted to protest against this opinion.
But the [thought microphone] hanging around her neck did not express any objection.
Upon hearing this, the fat man quickly shook his head and refused: "Forget it, forget it."
After refusing, he seemed to be going to sleep peacefully. After a while, Gu Mian heard the snoring coming from his clothes. Although the fat man said he was nervous, he fell asleep faster than anyone else.
There was still a strong wind outside, and the glass window in the living room looked like it would break at some point. Chu Changge glanced at Gu Mian: "You don't plan to sleep tonight?"
Gu Mian looked at the time: "It's already past two in the morning, and I can't sleep for more than a few hours."
After a pause, he added: "Anyway, I feel bad."
Chu Changge didn't seem to have any intention of sleeping. He looked out the window: "Do you think this wind will stop at dawn?"
"I'm afraid not." Gu Mian shook his head: "And looking at the current situation, there should be a lot of chaos here tonight. We'd better stay awake to deal with emergencies."
At this time, there was loud noise again from downstairs. The boss, who was shouting at the top of his lungs, seemed to be unable to suppress the panic of the people. He only heard someone below yelling "Why?" or something like that.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded in the hall on the first floor.
The sound was the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people mixed together.
Then, the sound of a group of people running up the stairs was heard.
At this time, the boss was standing in the middle of the living room on the first floor with his arms wide open, like a peace messenger calling for love and justice in a war, but half of such messengers would be shot to death.
The boss had slightly better luck. He was not shot to death randomly. He was just pushed to the ground and stepped on several times by the crowd rushing up the stairs.
People in the hall ran up the stairs in panic.
Noisy sounds came from the crowd.
"We'll freeze to death if we stay here any longer!"
"Go to the room upstairs, it will definitely be warmer than here!"
"Why should they only live in the house and we have to go in too!"
The boss was lying on the ground with his hands on his waist. From time to time, someone would step on his back, and from time to time, someone who was weak would trip over him and fall on top of him.
The boss complained so much that he felt like his waist was about to break.
At this time, he suddenly felt something grabbing his clothes next to him. Before he could react, the other party pulled him out of the crowded crowd with force.
The boss took a few deep breaths, then looked up gratefully. In front of him was the woman holding the child.