Ye Cheng's thoughts were messy, his head rested on the backrest, and he looked intently at the scenery that was flying by outside the window.

He has the ability to read books and never forget, and if he reads it once, he can remember it for a long time.

The diaries that Ye Cheng read began to combine into a story in his mind, and one of the protagonists was Wang Huiying's story.

During the Republic of China, there was no need for war and turmoil.

However, God refuses to eat well, and the perennial drought has caused the fields in many areas to dry up, the crops to wither, and there is no harvest.

Many people here have no way to eat enough, and humans are more powerful than locusts here, and the bark and weeds of nearby trees have been eaten clean.

That day......

He originally went south by boat with the people of the Ye family, but when disasters broke out, many people went up the mountain to become horse thieves and went into the water to become water thieves.

Ye Cheng fell into the water, because the turbulent river and the people of the Ye family were washed away, and he was washed to this place.

Although Ye Cheng won't die if he doesn't eat, he will also be hungry, and he hasn't eaten for a long time.

"Wow wow!"

Ye Cheng heard the sound of a child crying, a little strange, and walked over along with the sound.

It was a dilapidated family, and they had a stove in the yard on top of it, and the water in the pot was boiling.

"Do you want to cook?" Ye Cheng was a little expectant, he was very hungry now, and his stomach was rumbling all the time.

At this moment, a thin man took out a child from behind the large iron pot.

The boy looked like he was four or five years old, with a weeping face, covered with dirt and ash, and two sky-high mustaches on his head, which looked like a girl.

There was also a woman next to the big iron pot, dressed in rags, constantly adding firewood to the pot, a ten-year-old child, from time to time obeying the woman's words and adding water to the pot.

It's just that this child, like a child, keeps crying, and the tears can't stop.

"I'm sorry... Otherwise we'll all starve to death..."

After the man finished speaking, he kowtowed to the girl, and then began to rip off her clothes, and when they were clean, he was about to put them in the pot.

"Stop!" Ye Cheng was startled, and a fine bead of sweat overflowed from his head, which was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Ye Cheng ran to the courtyard, stared at the man, and asked, "Are you going to eat this girl?"

The man's tears suddenly welled up, and he fell to his knees, hammering the ground incessantly, and shouted, "I don't want to!

Ye Cheng's eyes began to be bloodshot, not because of the firewood, but because of the constant growth of anger in his heart.

He has seen many scenes of cannibalism, and each time he is more and more disappointed in human nature, in ancient times, people ate people because they had no love, but now there is still this situation, don't people never progress?

"Is this your daughter?" asked Ye Cheng.

At this time, the woman under the big iron pot also cried and said, "We are willing to eat our own daughters, so we can only exchange them with other people's children, so that we can eat with peace of mind..."

"Peace of mind?" Ye Cheng glared and said, "Can you be at ease if you eat people?"

"Then you say, we are going to starve, and if my son does not starve to death, and we die, how will my son live?" said the woman.

The family, and the girl, were crying, and the yard was very irritable.

Ye Cheng stared at the girl, slowly walked towards her, and said righteously: "This girl, you can't eat, if you survive, you will be blamed by guilt every night, and you will be worse than dead." ”

The man thought that Ye Cheng was going to snatch the girl, and he was suddenly a little scared, and said, "What about us, what if we starve to death?"

Ye Cheng suddenly remembered an allusion.

"Yes, if you are not allowed to eat, you will starve to death, there is an allusion in the Buddhist family, it is Sakyamuni who cut meat to feed the eagle, but can you feed it for a lifetime?"

Ye Cheng looked at a firewood knife on the ground and picked it up slowly.

Seeing this, the woman was suddenly shocked, and then picked up her son, and the man also looked at Ye Cheng with fierce eyes, and touched the burning wooden stick under the big iron pot.

Ye Cheng pulled hard, and the clothes on that part of his arm were torn suddenly, and then he stretched out his arm and slashed the firewood knife under his shoulder.

It was the sound of a blunt knife and flesh cutting, and the sound was indescribable, and it hurt to watch.

A lot of blood flowed from under Ye Cheng's arm, and the first knife slashed at the bone, Ye Cheng didn't snort.

"Click!"

Ye Cheng cut it down again, this time, Ye Cheng cut directly to the bone, he frowned, and his face was already red.

The three people present were immediately stunned, none of them expected that this man would get nervous and cut off his own hand.

"Ahh

Ye Cheng couldn't help but shout, slashing several times in a row, his arm was in a mess, and there was a piece of blood flowing under his body.

In the end, Ye Cheng grabbed his arm and threw it upward, only to hear a strange sound, and this arm was broken.

The woman had passed out, and the boy's eyes widened as if he were looking at something terrible.

"Eat this arm, don't eat this girl. Ye Cheng threw his arm to the man, then threw down the machete, and picked up the girl with the remaining arm, and was about to leave here.

"Sakyamuni cut meat to feed the eagle, and I, Ye Cheng, fed people with a broken arm, but they are all the same, and there is nothing I can do. ”

Ye Cheng left the gate in disappointment and walked forward.

After walking for a long time, Ye Cheng saw a lot of corpses on the road, in this era, dead people are common.

Ye Cheng took off a piece of clothing from a corpse of the same age as the girl and put it on for the girl.

Ye Cheng took off another piece of clothing and put it in his arms.

"What's your name?"

Ye Cheng took out the clothes in his arms and bandaged the wound on his broken arm, while looking at the little girl and asked.

The little girl didn't seem to know what she had just been through, but when she was a little older, she knew what had happened before.

"My name is Wang Huiying. The little girl stared at Ye Cheng with a pair of innocent big eyes, and also stared at his wounds, she didn't know what it was, and she didn't know why this man didn't want his own hands.

Ye Cheng asked, "Do you know where your home is?"

The little girl grabbed Ye Cheng's clothes tightly and said with some fear, "I don't want to go back." ”

Ye Cheng was slightly surprised, because no matter how much a child is beaten and scolded by the family, he will want to go home in the end.

"Why?"

The little girl said, "I don't know, I don't want to go back......"

Ye Cheng didn't know what was going on, and he never knew why the little girl was like this.

Wang Huiying's diary records that before she was exchanged, she saw her brother being beaten to death by her father, and she will never forget that terrifying scene, which she has carried this pain for the rest of her life.

"Then you follow me, I'll raise you. Ye Cheng smiled and said with a little pale face