天黑透了,还刮着呜呜叫的北风。刚巡完一圈井回到计量站,休息不到半个钟头,小喜子的一杯热水已经下了肚。他下意识地直往值班室窗户上的玻璃瞅,外面黑糊糊的,啥也瞅不清。这鬼天气,还叫人巡井不?小喜子裹了裹身上的军大衣,哈了两口热气,对着手搓搓,然后缩进袖口里,但还是觉得冷。 The darkness, but also blowing the whining north wind. Just finished a circle back to the metering station, rest less than half an hour, a cup of hot water has been reduced. He subconsciously directed at the glazing on the window of the duty room, staring blankly outside. This ghost weather, but also as people do not patrol? Xiaoxi wrapped in a military uniform wrapped in the body, Kazakhstan, two heat, rubbed his hand, and then retracted into the cuff, but still feel cold.