"Liuyuan, look what I brought you," Wang Fuguiren hadn't even arrived at the school when his voice drifted from afar.

Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in the quilt, and he didn't want to get up.

Sister Xiaoyu said while folding her clothes: "Get up, six yuan." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep a little longer!" Yan Liuyuan muttered.

Sister Xiaoyu smiled: "If you get up fifteen minutes early every day, you will have more than ninety hours a year than before, and you can use it to do your favorite things, think about what you like to do the most?"

Yan Liuyuan thought about it for a long time and wondered: "My favorite thing is sleeping......

"Hurry up," Sister Xiaoyu frowned: "It's more annoying than your brother!"

Saying that, Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan's quilt, and the heat in the quilt suddenly ran away, and Yan Liuyuan could only get up reluctantly.

At this time, it was already winter, and the winter in this era was extremely cold, and in Yan Liuyuan's memory, there were people in the market town who froze to death on the streets every winter, or froze to death in their own shacks.

The huts were made of branches or iron frames, and could only be wrapped in rags on all sides, and did not keep out the wind at all.

In those years, he and Ren Xiaosu were shivering in the shack, and Ren Xiaosu couldn't wait to wrap all their clothes, whether in summer or winter, on Yan Liuyuan, but it was still very cold.

But every time he thinks of those times, Yan Liuyuan feels very happy.

He recalled what Ren Xiaosu had told him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but from pain." When you are so bitter that you suddenly taste some sweetness, you will want to live desperately, that sweetness may not be anything to others, but it is the greatest happiness for you at that moment. ”

Sometimes Yan Liuyuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu was born in the barrier, he might be able to become the philosopher that Mr. Zhang said.

Wang Fugui came in with two sweet potatoes, and he greeted: "Xiaoyu, you and Liuyuan are one each, hurry up and eat while it's hot." ”

"Uncle Fugui," Yan Liuyuan took the sweet potato: "Why do you like sweet potatoes so much, you cook and bake sweet potatoes every day." ”

Wang Fugui smiled and said: "When I was a child, there was a famine outside the 107 barrier, so I followed my father all the way to this side to seek refuge with relatives, at that time it was not so dangerous outside, once we dug up two sweet potatoes in the wild, my father roasted them for me to eat, I thought that roasted sweet potatoes were the most delicious thing in the world." ”

Since the last time there was a gunfire at midnight, Wang Fugui broke in with a coat and wanted to spend money to buy Wang Congyang, Yan Liuyuan's name for Wang Fugui has changed.

Wang Fugui also discovered this change, so he rejoiced in his heart.

He really likes these brothers, much better than his stupid son Wang Dalong, over the years, he has watched Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan struggle to come back to life little by little, and he really feels from the bottom of his heart that this brother is not easy.

Wang Fugui looked at Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes, he suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "Mr. Zhang, this time, there is no teacher in our market town." ”

Yan Liuyuan said nonchalantly: "What's the matter, when my brother comes back, he will be Mr. Teaching." ”

Zhang Jinglin had been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato, and that day should have been the most sensational day that all the homeless people in the market town had ever seen.

Several troop trucks and off-road vehicles were parked at the entrance of the school, and the big man surnamed Luo in the barrier was condescending to Zhang Jinglin, like a big eunuch in a storybook.

The homeless people didn't expect that Mr. Zhang in their market town would have a great background, and they knew that they would not save the tuition fee in the first place, and they would send their children to the school to attend classes.

What if something happens?

Thinking of this, many homeless people have made up their minds to send their children to school, and the logic of the homeless people is so simple, they send their children to school not for any knowledge, but for "relationships".

But before they could finish their imagination, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away on the same day.

Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu, who lived in the school, were completely ignored like air, even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang never came to trouble them again.

But the problem is that although no one came to look for trouble, there were many unfamiliar homeless people at the door, some selling fruits and some vegetables, Wang Fugui had seen some of them, who were factory workers on weekdays, but now they didn't seem to know each other.

At this time, Wang Fugui realized that the management of the market town by the barrier was not as simple as he imagined, and some homeless people had already become the eyeliner of the barrier after being bought.

On weekdays, these people are ordinary homeless, but once someone among the homeless people wants to rebel in tandem or even go on a joint strike, they will immediately tell the barrier who is behind the trouble.

No wonder the previous two strikes were instantly suppressed by the private forces of the ramparts, it turned out that there were internal ghosts.

Wang Fugui wrote down these people one by one, and he must not offend them in the future, and he must not tell the truth to others again.

The people watching at the door were not only homeless people, but also a few people who looked obviously more fierce than the private army, and Wang Fugui guessed that it was likely to be someone from the Qing Consortium.

Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: "There are factory workers close to Jingshan in front of him who came back and said that there seems to be movement over there, the volcano in Jingshan has erupted, and the entire Jingshan sky is full of dark clouds. ”

However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: "My brother must be fine." ”

Because, his wish is that he is willing to use his life to ensure that Ren Xiaosu returns safely all the way.

He is not dead now, which means that Ren Xiaosu is fine.

I'm afraid that Wang Fugui and Sister Xiaoyu won't believe this kind of thing, and Yan Liuyuan won't tell his secret casually.

Wang Fugui thought for a while and said: "Yes, if you are a kid of Xiaosu, you will definitely be a disaster for a thousand years." ”

However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a little chill on his back, Wang Fugui pressed the doubts in his heart, lowered his voice and said to Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu: "You guys have been careful recently, if you want to leave the market town, just tell me, I'll help you find a way, I think these people may not be coming for you, but for Ren Xiaosu." ”

Wang Fugui is a good person, and after thinking about it, he feels that those people at the door are like a net, waiting for someone to throw into this net.

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away, who else can the target of this net be besides Ren Xiaosu?

"Why are they going to arrest Ren Xiaosu?" Sister Xiaoyu almost exclaimed.

Wang Fugui thought for a long time and suddenly said: "But don't let Xiaosu cause trouble to the team of people in the border mountain again, right?

However, the vision still shows Wang Fugui's imagination, Ren Xiaosu not only brought disaster to the people in the band, but also to the Qing Foundation......

At this time, Qing Zhen was standing on a certain hillside with a helpless expression: "When do you have to go back to the 112 barrier?!"

Xu Pu sighed: "Boss, even you have started to swear......"

Qing Zhen became melancholy: "The character has collapsed!"

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