Back to the hotel, they went back to their rooms. Wu Mian washed his hands, disinfected, changed his clothes, opened his notebook and home video.

    With the epidemic situation under control, the situation at home has gradually improved. The neighborhood committee doesn''t need so many people. Zhang Lan finally has time.

    Connect the video and Wu Mian sees Zhang Lan fiddling with bean sprouts.

    "Mom, what are you doing?"

    "Send some bean sprouts and your father will go home to fry in a few days."

    "My father hasn''t come home yet?" Wu Mian was a little surprised at the work intensity at the grass-roots level.

    "I''m very busy. One of the grass-roots cadres died. He said it''s hard to come back." Zhang Lan nagged.

    "Infected with a new virus?"

    "No, it should be myocardial infarction." Zhang Lan sighed. "It''s so cold in Northeast China. Originally, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are high incidence areas. They are blown by the wind all day and all night..."

    Wu Mian sighed. There was no way.

    "Xiao Mian, how''s your face?"

    "It''s OK. Today, the shelter hospital finally has an empty bed."

    "What do you mean?" Zhang Lan asked while she was busy. What Wu Mian said didn''t distract her at all.

    "That is to say, within half a month, the shelter hospital is likely to be closed one after another," Wu Mian replied.

    "No, I think many shelter hospitals are still under renovation. I felt uncomfortable when I saw it. When did you say the Tianhe side was a head?"

    "Just in case, everyone was frightened." Wu Mian said with a smile.

    "Ha!" Zhang Lan glanced at the screen and saw Wu Mian smiling happily. She seemed to have found a treasure. She didn''t look at bean sprouts anymore. She looked at the screen attentively and said, "Xiao Mian, smile hard when you see you so ugly for the first time."

    "..." Wu Mian concluded, "Mom, do you say that about your son?"

    "I think you look like you have wrinkles on your face. Smile again," Zhang Lanxing said, looking at Wu Mian in the video.

    "Girl, come and talk to mom." Wu Mian simply stood up and shouted Chu Zhixi.

    The old lady didn''t say a warm word. Wu Mian was angry.

    "Mom."

    "Xiao Xi, why do you still have band aids on your face!" Zhang Lan asked anxiously.

    The attitude is quite different from when talking to Wu Mian.

    Wu Mian sighed, "girl, I''ll go out for a cigarette."

    "Go and wear a mask!" Chu Zhixi said.

    When he went out, Wu Mian twisted his mobile phone. He hasn''t contacted Lao Lin for a long time. Ask him how he is.

    Downstairs, Wu Mian touched out a cigarette and lit it. He called Taoist Lin in the video.

    "Little martial uncle!"

    On the video connection, a sound of wind and snow and the shouting of Taoist Lin came to my face.

    Wu Mian was stunned.

    "You''re in such a good mood today? Wait a minute. I''ll talk about it when I get on the bus." Taoist Lin''s screen is a little shaky. It seems that he''s walking and watching video.

    "What are you doing, Lao Lin?"

    "After work, the moon takes over the night shift. Zhao Zhe and I go back to the mountain to have a rest."

    Taoist Lin opened the door, took off his mask and shook in front of the screen.

    "Little martial uncle, look at our northeast, there is ice on the mask." Taoist Lin shook the mask and said.

    The blue mask is full of ice debris inside and outside. Although Wu Mian has no similar experience, he can guess at a glance that it must be the result of the water vapor carried by his breath being pumped by the cold wind and quickly frozen into ice.

    "It''s not easy, Lao Lin." Wu Mian said faintly, smoking a cigarette.

    "It''s OK. It''s not as good as yours. But my ears are almost strangled and uncomfortable."

    "Can the handle of milk wear a mask belt?"

    "Well, I''m too lazy to use it," Taoist Lin said casually.

    "Why?"

    "I don''t want to take care of that company. What Xiangjiang''s milk powder is different from that given to us? Fuck!" Taoist Lin scolded contemptuously.

    "Hahaha, Lao Lin, do you still have a temper?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

    "I''m immortal Lin. I''m an immortal. How can I have a temper?" Taoist Lin said with a smile. "Little martial uncle, I say the wrinkles on your face are deep enough."

    "It''s OK. The skin is rough and the flesh is thick. It''s nothing. The nurses'' faces are basically covered. Fortunately, they brought band aids."

    "Oh." Taoist Lin didn''t care about the nurses'' injuries. After getting on the bus, hang up his cell phone, start the car and turn on the air conditioner.

    "Lao Lin, you still have an air-conditioned room. It''s good." Wu Mian joked.

    "No, the car only came back yesterday. I''ve been helping to transport things these days." Taoist Lin said. "I drill a tent with Zhao zhe every day. It''s cold in the tent. It''s really killing me."

    "When will the other side of the house withdraw?"

    "Early. It will take at least a few months to withdraw from the post, but volunteers should be able to withdraw first. I''ll see what I can do for you and wait a week."

    "How''s the mountain?"

    "I don''t know."

    "..." Wu Mian said nothing.

    "Mingyue is worried that my old arms and legs don''t resist the cold. He and several people take turns on the night shift. Zhao Zhe and I are on the day shift. When we go back, we are as tired as a dead dog. Sometimes we don''t want to eat dinner and just touch the pillow."

    "Who''s watching the children?"

    "Mr. Chu," said Taoist Lin sadly, "I don''t know how many handpieces Lin Yun has been beaten these days."

    "Little martial uncle, is it over?"

    "OK, how do you know?"

    "Zhao zhe told me that Guangdong has been reduced from first-class response to second-class response. I guess Mr. Zhong has his own judgment. And... How long haven''t you contacted me? I feel more secure when I see your video today."

    "Awesome, indeed." Wu Mian said with a smile, "in another month, it''s estimated that it''s coming to an end."

    "But it''s too cold. It''s going to end when it gets warm. What do you say?" Taoist Lin rubbed his hands and rubbed them to make him warm as much as possible.

    "What''s the matter? Do you still want to fight another 800 rounds of national mobilization?"

    "Just suffer too much in winter!" Taoist Lin said. "Little martial uncle, the mask is full of ice. I suggest you try it."

    "If you don''t try, I''m not ill." Wu Mian directly refused, "Lao Lin, you wear a lot."

    "The wind is the same as with eyes. It blows wherever it is thin."

    Taoist Lin took out three hot treasures from his arms as he spoke.

    "I''ll go, Lao Lin. it''s like laying eggs." Wu Mian was surprised.

    "I can''t hold it without hot treasure! I can''t hold it without hot treasure. It''s going to top the sky in a few hours. Try standing outside for a day." Taoist Lin said contemptuously. "When next year is all right, we''ll go to the ice and snow world. You can play in it for a day and feel it."

    "The world of ice and snow is not cold. After all, the wind is small." Wu Mian said with a smile, "Lao Lin, it''s hard."

    "Hey, little martial uncle, you work hard."