Every time he eats, Phil will always eat very slowly on purpose, and keep clinging to the little girl's words.

Maybe Phil did practice a kung fu to please the little girl with Anna, or maybe it was because he was the same age.

After trying dozens of times, the little girl finally stopped looking like a stuffy gourd, and occasionally answered a sentence or two, but her face was still dull.

So, Phil learned that the little girl's name, Lin, had no last name, just a separate syllable.

I don't know if someone here took it for her, or if she remembers the past.

If the only thing that makes him feel inconvenient these days is that he can't go to the toilet well because of his injured leg, and he often gets some bad smells in embarrassment.

This makes him always feel very embarrassed when facing the little girl, and he wants to change a pair of pants, but he only gets a big roll of the other party's eyes.

Fortunately, he seemed to be used to the smell of this place, and he didn't show a disgusted expression to Phil.

"Do you remember what your hometown was like?" asked Phil.

The little girl shook her head, her expression blank.

"That continent is so far away that it spans almost half a planet, and it would take decades to walk on two legs, and you have to cross the vast sea in a big ship in between.

There were huge whirlpools on the sea, and waves as high as mountains, which could easily tear the ship and the people on it to pieces.

The people there live in wooden houses, but they don't need a single nail ......."

Phil Science popularized some of the common knowledge of the Twin Continents, which were recorded in various travelogues, mixed with some of his own conjectures and memories, and I don't know if it was accurate.

Talking to a little Asian girl about those familiar experiences always gives him the illusion that he has returned to his past life.

The little girl listened fascinated, holding her pointed chin in her hands, and looked cute and attentive, but until Phil finished speaking, she didn't ask a single question.

"How old are you?" asked Phil again.

The little girl thought for a long time, but finally shook her head.

"Do you know where this is?" Phil was unwilling.

The little girl finally answered, but only two words: "It's home." ”

"......" was replaced by Phil's silence this time.

The little girl seemed to know nothing about the white-haired Moody's actions, and even every time Phil mentioned the name, he would always hang his head and his shoulders would tremble involuntarily, revealing her fear of the man.

So Phil didn't ask anymore, he still ate and waited for death every day, and insisted on recovering his injured leg through meditation in the middle of the night.

It can be seen that under the cold appearance of the little girl, there is also a desire to communicate with her peers, wanting to understand what the outside world is like.

It was as if a switch had been turned on that day, and every time Phil was eating, the little girl would sit quietly on the side with a job in her arms, waiting for Phil to speak.

Sometimes Phil eats faster, and he will receive a complaining look from the little girl, looking dissatisfied.

But no matter how fast or slow Phil ates, every time he puts down the dishes, the little girl will quickly pack up and turn away, as if there is still a lot to do.

As a result, he and Lin became more familiar with each other, and the little girl's words gradually increased.

In Lynn's memory, she had lived in this camp since she was sensible, but not here.

Their campsites are often changed, sometimes very close, sometimes over many hills and rivers, and on and off for many days.

The number of people in the camp is always changing, sometimes in the hundreds, sometimes in the thousands.

I often met a new person, and within a few days, the person disappeared, and I don't know if he died or migrated to another camp.

There are only two kinds of children here, one is like Phil, who was kidnapped, and they were all kept in solitary confinement somewhere.

The children will soon be transferred, and I heard that they are sold far away.

There would be people there who would train the boys to learn stealing, deception, or martial arts.

As for the girl, the little girl didn't say, but Phil could guess a few points.

The other kind of children were born to the women in the camp, and some of them didn't even know who the father of the child was, and it didn't matter if anyone here didn't have a surname anyway.

The fate of these children can be slightly better, only a little better.

Among them, those with obvious racial characteristics, some posture and talent, were also sold.

The rest, especially the red-skinned hybrids, were left behind and trained to repeat the same things as the adults, generation after generation.

's distinctive appearance makes Lynn the most special of these children.

There was not a single alien child in the camp her size who had either been sold early or died.

The reason why she is still alive is because her mother, who is a white-haired Moody woman, Alexandra, a typical mixed-race woman.

It is said that it is a woman, not a wife, because people here do not have the concept of marriage.

Men of higher status may have one or two fixed women, while other men share those women.

No one touched her, just because she was Moody's woman, and because the last person who wanted to beat her up was tied to a stake by the perverted leader of the White Eagle Thieves Regiment, and whipped for three days with a whip dipped in salt water.

Then in full view, Moody's pet, a giant white eagle, was fed.

The most terrifying thing was that the crazy Moody's demanded that everyone in the village must see the whole process with their own eyes, even children like Lynn.

Lynn doesn't know where she came from, but she knows from her unusual appearance that she is not Alexandra's biological daughter, and that she is likely to have been trafficked.

On the third day after she arrived here, she developed a high fever in the middle of the night because of the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, and almost died.

Moody originally wanted to throw her into a ravine to feed the beasts, but happened to be seen by Alexandra, who had just lost her child, and saved her.

For some reason, Moody's, who had always been hard-hearted, agreed.

Perhaps it was the love of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, that after a few days, the girl who was as weak as a kitten really survived and opened her beautiful eyes.

From then on, Alessandra had a small tail behind her, and wherever she went, there would always be a small hand grabbing the corner of her clothes and looking at her with pure and attached eyes.

Maybe it's to make up for the lack of maternal love, or maybe it's because I think of my own children, these two women, one big and one young, who have nothing to do with each other, have lived together for ten years in this chaotic and dirty place.

Phil gradually became acquainted with Lynn, often coaxing her to bring some meat to ensure the recovery of her injuries and the development of her body.

But he doesn't eat alone, and every time he gives some to the little girl in return.

However, Lin seemed to have some concerns, and each time she hesitated to refuse.

Phil didn't force it, even though he clearly saw the longing in the girl's eyes and the throat swallowing saliva.

"Why don't you eat it?" Phil was a little curious.

Lin didn't answer, just hugged her stomach, shook her head, and turned her back.

Phil looked at Lynn's thin back, sighed thoughtfully.

He found that the girl always wrapped her clothes and headscarves tightly, and each dress was very wide, making her figure look very thin and like a boy.

Occasionally, you will see the white skin under the cuffs, forming a clear line with the gray and black of the hands and faces.

Twelve years old, probably this age, is the period when the girl begins to develop rapidly, but in Lynn's body, there is no sign of this at all.

"Is it obvious?" asked Lynn cautiously one day, with a worried look on her face.

Perhaps because of familiarity, the girl no longer deliberately disguised her hoarse voice, and her crisp voice was as pleasant as the chirping of a yellow bird.

Phil knew what she meant, but he didn't know whether to lie to her or not, he had always boasted of his clever mouth, and he was silent, which made the girl's face even more ugly, and he left without even listening to the routine story of the day, which made Phil feel very guilty.

For some reason, Lynn seems to have a lot of time lately, and she is no longer always busy.

Even when it's not time to deliver food, they will come to him and occasionally bring him a fresh fruit or a little nut.

In order to thank the girl for taking care of her, Phil decided to give her a gift, but when he looked down at his body, it was really shabby.

Finally, Phil carefully tore off several strips of evenly spaced cloth from his undershirt, which had turned gray-black.