When Su Luo heard that they were an old man and a child, she felt compassion. She said to Nangong Liuyun, "I'll go out and take a look."
Su Luo went out, and Nangong Liuyun also went out with her.
When Su Luo saw Dongfeng flying out of the snow cave, he was holding a gray-haired old man in his left hand and a child less than five years old in his right hand.
The old man had white hair and a weathered look on his face. His cotton-padded jacket was a little worn out. After he was fished out of the snow cave, he looked even more miserable.
The little boy's face was red from the cold. The cotton-padded jacket he wore was much newer than the old man's. At least there were no patches here and there. But at this moment, the little boy was so frightened that his face was pale and he was completely confused.
The old man rushed forward, and the first thing he did was to check the little boy's body up and down. Seeing that he was fine, the old man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay."
The little boy hugged the old man's neck and cried loudly, until he was out of breath.
The old man himself was miserable, but he still comforted his little grandson.
After finally calming down the little boy, the old man finally had his hands free and thanked Dongfeng.
Dongfeng nodded lightly and accepted his thanks.
Su Luo looked at the old man who hesitated to speak, and nodded towards Dongfeng.
The old man's carriage fell into a snow cave, and his grandfather and grandson were carried out by the east wind, but the horse and carriage were still in the snow cave.
The personal attendant next to the dignified Second Young Master Nangong jumped down from the snow cave himself and picked up the carriage.
But there was no use in bringing it up, because the horse had been killed and the cart was smashed to pieces, making it completely unusable.
Seeing the carriage smashed into pieces, the old man's eyes tightened, and his whole person was shrouded in sadness and despair.
"Woooooooooooooh, the carriage...the carriage...the most valuable carriage in the family...wow!" The little boy was finally coaxed, and now he burst into tears again.
The old man glanced at the carriage with sad eyes, and then looked at his little grandson with distress. For a moment, he could only smile helplessly.
Seeing that Su Luo and the others were confused, the old man smiled bitterly: "My family is engaged in carriage freight business. This carriage is our only hope for survival, but now it has been broken. Alas."
"The old man lives in this mountain?" Su Luo asked calmly.
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, Mojia Village, deep in the Moha Snow Mountains, has little contact with the outside world and is almost isolated from the world because the road in and out is very difficult."
The old man's carriage is not a carriage in the ordinary sense. Although it cannot fly like the eight-winged Pegasus, it is very fast.
"But, without this carriage in the future, it will be more and more difficult for the villagers to leave the village, alas." The old man sighed repeatedly.
Su Luo looked at the old man, then at the little boy, and then looked up at the sky.
"It was a heavy snowfall yesterday..." The old man sighed with a deep look of depression in his eyes: "That was really the biggest snowfall in the past hundred years. The roads that were originally familiar were covered with heavy snow and were beyond recognition, otherwise it would not be possible.
Plunging in headfirst, alas.”
Su Luo silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun.
Second Young Master Nangong's expression remained indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what was going on in his heart, but Su Luo knew that he would not sit idly by.
"I don't want to stay in the wild anymore." Su Luo held Nangong Er Shao's hand with a slight coquettish feeling.