June 13th, morning.
Guan Tong was using a folding shovel to clear the snow from the path, while the little girl Chen Na stood not far ahead of him.
Over the past few days, she and her mother, Wang Yan, had gradually grown familiar with Guan Tong. Yesterday, they had even traded food—Wang Yan had exchanged a carton of milk with Guan Tong for a bag of biscuits.
"Brother Guan Tong, do you have to shovel snow every day?" Chen Na squatted atop the snowbank on the left side of the path, watching Guan Tong busy below as she asked.
Nearly half a month had passed, and the snow piled on either side of the path was already more than half a person tall. Standing in the path, Guan Tong straightened up; the snow on both sides came roughly to his waist.
"Yes, I have to shovel every day," Guan Tong said. "If I leave it alone, once the snow piles up too much, I won't be able to get out of the camp."
"Oh~"
"Nana." Wang Yan called from nearby. Chen Na answered and ran over.
Not long afterward, Wang Yan came over carrying a short shovel and said to Guan Tong, "Xiao Guan, I'll shovel with you."
Guan Tong hurriedly said, "No need, Sister Wang. I can handle it myself."
Wang Yan smiled. "It's fine. I've finished clearing the snow around my vehicle, and I've got nothing better to do anyway. Don't stand on ceremony with me, Xiao Guan."
Guan Tong gave her a grateful smile. "Alright, then thank you, Sister Wang."
With Wang Yan helping, they cleared the snow from the path much faster.
After the two had worked for a while, Chen Na came over to help as well. The three of them chatted as they