Zhao Yajun likes to play with bubbles, children who grew up in the countryside don't have so many toys, they are good at using local materials and playing tricks.

Other friends in the village like to play mud bubbles - that is, go to the river, cut off the sticky yellow mud at the junction of the river embankment and water, take a piece of mud bowl kneaded into a thin bottom, and then lift it high, and the bowl mouth is downward.

"Smack......

Whoever has a big hole leaking at the bottom of the mud bowl is the final winner, and the other partners must give the winner enough mud to plug the hole in the mud bowl to win.

"You also play such a buried game, you also play ......"

Every time Zhao Yajun saw his friends playing in groups, he would say the same thing.

No one paid attention to him, and his popularity was not very good since he was a child.

He is very lonely, so he will say things that are uninteresting to attract everyone's attention.

I wish someone could answer me, even if it's a big fight.

He even doubted that he was transparent......

Until one day, he saw a tall and sturdy man in the compound of the production team, teaching a child to play bubble blowing.

I saw that under the guidance of adults, the child was holding a straw stalk, dipped in a bowl of water, and his cheeks were bulging.

"Hoo ......"

At the mouth of such a small straw stalk, a string of water bubbles appeared out of thin air, some large and some small, some flew into the sky, some fell to the ground, they looked colorful under the sunlight, very beautiful.

So beautiful.

Zhao Yajun could see the god outside the door, and he was stunned in place.

"Dad, there's a big brother at the door who seems to want to play bubble blowing too, can I play with him?" the boy asked.

"Plop, plop ......"

Zhao Yajun, who heard this, suddenly had a rapid heartbeat, and subconsciously wanted to run away, just like usual.

Since there is a possibility of rejection, it is better to run away first......

"Of course, you can be good friends with him, as long as he wants. The man said.

When the child heard his father's answer, he ran towards him happily, and Zhao Yajun stood in place, panicking.

"Hello brother, my name is Ding Mancang, I just moved here with my parents, I am five years old this year, would you like to be my first friend?"

The big-eyed little boy in front of him tilted his head and asked Zhao Yajun.

After speaking, he handed the small bowl of magical water to Zhao Yajun with both hands.

"I'm willing, willing, willing, willing to ......," Zhao Yajun replied countless times in his heart.

"Oh, my name is Zhao Yajun, and I'm eleven years old......" he replied calmly, taking the bowl and straw stalk.

Following the example of Mancang, he also dipped the straw stalk in the water and puffed up his cheeks to blow it......

This is the happiest day of Zhao Yajun's childhood, the bubbles flying in the sky, and the father and son laughing in front of him, together with his originally gray and black life canvas.

Red wins fire, powder wins xia, white wins snow.

............

"What the hell, little bunny!"

A heavy slap was thrown on Zhao Yajun's face.

The bubbles in front of him shattered in an instant, and Zhang Fa appeared in front of him.

"Quickly add firewood to Lao Tzu, the fire is extinguished, and the first one will make your brain bloom!" Zhang Fa raised his shotgun, and the muzzle of the black hole was pressed against Zhao Yajun's head.

The muzzle of the gun was warm, and a unique scorching smell of gunpowder penetrated into Zhao Yajun's nose.

"Well... Good... Uncle Zhang, begging... Please..."Zhao Yajun couldn't even breathe, tears mixed with snot spurted out.

"Disobedient will kill you!" Dropping a sentence, Zhang Fa withdrew his shotgun, followed the unconscious Ding Yong, and ran into the tent without looking back.

Zhao Yajun instantly sat on the ground and a hot and humid breath came from the palm of his left hand, and when he looked down, there were blood stains under his palm......

At the age of 13, he only dared to whimper quietly, his chest was high and deflated, and he was hungry and cold alone, in the wind and snow, in front of the faint light, surrounded by wolves.

How cruel this must be for a child.

This is just the beginning, his nightmare, slowly coming......

No matter how beautiful the bubble is, it will eventually burst, right?

Inside the tent, Ding Yong regained consciousness slightly, his legs were still bleeding, Li Kun went outside the tent to pick up the meat knife left by Zhao Yajun on the ground, rubbed the blade on his clothes, took it to the house, picked up the rope again, and cut off a section with a force.

"Captain, hold on, I'll tie up the wound for you, it's bleeding too much......"

After speaking, Li Kun skillfully tied a dead knot on top of Ding Yong's wound.

At this time, Ding Yong's face was sallow, his lips were pale, and he used all his strength to nod to Li Kun in thanks.

The tent was calm, everyone was tired, and after the first battle, I don't know if the wolves were scared away, or if a second attack was brewing, in short, the wolf howls could not be heard.

But they fell into a deep sleep, and could not take care of much, and were sleepy and hungry, so let's sleep......

......

The third day of being besieged by heavy snow.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fa woke up hungry, from early to night, a big sleep, an indescribable sense of powerlessness, a stream of sour water in his stomach pressed up his throat, and the world in front of him even began to spin, he listened carefully to the sound outside the tent, except for the sound of the wind and the crackling of firewood, there was no other sound.

Great, the wolves should be gone.

"Runner-up, runner-up, come in!" Zhang Fa shouted weakly.

Zhao Yajun came in tremblingly and stood in front of Zhang Fa.

"Let's take a look, the wolf killed by Ding Yong yesterday is still gone, if you are there, pick it up, Lao Tzu is hungry. Go all the way from here, and you'll see it, go!" Zhang Fa said, pointing his shotgun in the direction of the window.

"Uncle, I don't dare, the wolves haven't left yet, they'll bite me to death!" Zhao Yajun muttered in despair.

He couldn't believe his ears that a room full of adults should let a child go to such a dangerous territory to find food.

This doesn't make sense!

"If you don't go, I'll count three and ...... now, I'll count to one" Zhang Fa turned his gun and pointed at Zhao Yajun.

Zhao Yajun looked around, the three of them were half-sitting, forming a semicircle, except for Ding Yong, who was in a coma in the middle, the other two were also awake.

"Second ......" Zhang Fa put his finger on the trigger.

Why, why didn't anyone stop him, why didn't you two dare to look up or speak, why me......

Is it because I'm a bully?

This small tent is a Shura purgatory at the moment, there is no civilization, no order, only the jungle eats the strong.

Survival of the fittest, the eternal truth.

"Three ......"

"I'll go, uncle, I'll go now!" Zhao Yajun raised his head and looked at Zhang Fa, there was no longer fear in his eyes, he picked up the flashlight, turned his head and walked out of the tent, and disappeared into the white snow.

Now that I'm in the middle of this primitive rule, I can only do my best to survive.

Whether it's a cow or a horse, I want to survive.

Alas, blowing bubbles or something, it's just too naïve, and the good things will eventually be disillusioned.

I knew that I should practice more mud soaking, and the winner is the king to be more in line with the law at this moment.

Now only this snow and this gun are worthy of the right to dominate this purgatory!

Since then, the colors on the canvas of Zhao Yajun's life:

Only black and white remained.