Nian Qing and they walked along the footprints of human beings for a while, not to mention, the scenery here is really good. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pure natural, pollution-free, if there is a house in modern times, it must be sky-high.

As he walked, Nian Qing saw a seven or eight-year-old child, picking up firewood.

But the clothes are very tattered, and the face is yellow and thin, and you can tell that life is poor at a glance.

"Child, may I ask, where is this?" , Nian Qing walked over with a smile on his face and asked for directions.

I was wondering in my heart, this child seems to be an ordinary person, could it be that they are wearing the wrong time and space? No way.

"Sister, who are you?" , the child asked defensively.

Although this big sister doesn't look like a bad person, but like a fairy, she still has to be on guard.

"We're here to play, but we're lost, can you take us to town?" , Nian Qing said with a smile.

This kid is quite defensive, but it's pitiful to look at.

In the past, when she was in the orphanage, although she wore old clothes, at least they were good, and she didn't have to do this.

But now the child, strange and poor, is even more puzzled here.

"Oh, this is Zhangjia Village, you follow me, when you get to the village, you are asking the adults how to go," the child said with a smile.

He hadn't been to town either, so he didn't know how to get there.

In addition to looking for food every day, I take care of my mother, so I don't know.

"Okay, then take us out, I'll give you a thank you gift", Nian Qing stroked his yellow hair and said.

This child, although he is very thin, looks good, especially which one of his twinkle eyes is cute.

"Thank you, sister," the child said with a shy reply, bowing his head.

I was touched by my fairy sister, so shy. And my sister is so gentle.

As for thanks, although he felt embarrassed to ask for it, but in his mother's situation, he had to ask for it.

"No thanks, let's go", Nian Qing didn't care about her dirty hands, and took them up and said.

Then give Hua Weixiu a look, Hua Weixiu understands, and then helps the child to get the fire.

"What's your name", Nian Qing asked along the way.

"My name is Zhang Qian, my nickname is Zide, this is what my father took", Zhang Qian said proudly, and then his eyes dimmed again, and a sad breath came out.

Seeing this, Nian Qing and Hua Weixiu glanced at each other, both of them were puzzled, but it was certain that there must be a story in this child's home.

Although they were curious, they didn't go back and ask, which would be rude.

And I'm about to leave, so there's no need for this, so if you're in a difficult situation, you can help.

"Zide, do you often go so far to find a fire?" , Nian Qing asked quite distressedly.

After walking for about half an hour, I walked to Zhangjia Village, which is a simple distance for adults.

But for a child who is only seven or eight years old, and still carries a bundle of wood fire, how difficult it is.

But looking at children, it is already a matter of course.

"That's right, there's a lot of wood there, and you can also dig up wild vegetables," Zhang Qian nodded and said.

The neighborhood of the village has been found, and if they don't go farther, there will be no dinner in their house without wild vegetables.

It doesn't matter to him without dinner, but his mother can't, so it's okay to be tired.

Nian Qing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by an uncle who came over in a hurry, "Zide, hurry, go home quickly, your mother is no good!" ”。

"Uncle Rich, you, what are you talking about!?" , Zhang Qian froze for a moment and asked in disbelief.

He must have misheard, yes, it must be so, in the morning, his mother was fine, how could it be gone.

But the tears in his eyes flowed out like this.