The cold northwest wind swept towards the earth with a knife-sharp edge.

In the ruined temple leaning against the mountain in the north of Hujiazhuang Village, among the yellowed rice piles, the children in thin clothes shrank and trembled and rolled into a ball, leaning on each other's body temperature to keep warm.

"Eldest sister...... It's cold. Hu Bincheng, who was only 4 years old, was pale, weak and crying, and Sister Hu Chun was sad for a while.

"Brother Bin'er don't speak, the more you talk, the colder it gets. 6-year-old Sister Hu Xia shivered, held on to the cold of scraping her bones, and softly persuaded her little brother.

Sister Hu Chun's nose couldn't stop being sore, the soles of her hands tightened, and she hugged her little sister and little brother vigorously.

Rao's 9-year-old Sister Hu Chun's body is only filled with the inner core of a soul, and there is no real entanglement with these two little children, and she can't help but feel extremely sad at this time, and she also wants to scold this blind God!

At first, when she had just worn this ancient time and space that had not been recorded in history, the two children were shivering in the cold wind and shouting hoarsely and tremblingly, "Eldest sister, don't leave us", even if she has always boasted of being hard-hearted, she couldn't stand this situation.

And when she digested the memory fragments of the original owner, a wisp of depression gathered in her chest, and she was uncomfortable!

In short, this sister and brother were kicked out of the house by their own grandmother in this harsh winter month, whether they live or die!

Hu Chun, who died in a car accident and died in a car accident, because of the current situation, resented the viciousness of those so-called relatives, and pitied the young and helpless little sister and younger brother, with a wisp of unwillingness, he quickly substituted himself into the role of Sister Hu Chun.

Hu Chun is dead, what she has to do now is to live a good life for Sister Hu Chun!

But now—I can't even save my life!

Sister Hu Chun only felt that her body was getting stiffer and stiffer, but she was unwilling to obey her orders.

When her eyes swept somewhere, her eyes lit up, there it was!

She held on to her almost frozen body, and walked quickly to the dilapidated shrine on the side, tearing off the purple sand cloth pressed under the base of the shrine.

Hu Bincheng is still young and has no belief in the immortal Buddha, but Sister Hu Xia is different, she is in awe, and she was startled when she saw this.

However, before she could say anything, Sister Hu Chun quickly shook the purple sand cloth, dusted off the ash as thick as a fingernail, and then draped it behind her back, stretched out her palm, and wrapped her little sister and brother in her arms, hugging them tightly.

The countryside is extremely devout to the Buddha, and the purple sand cloth spread under the shrine is made of thick materials, although it is vulgar, but it is dirty and cold-resistant.

Hu Bincheng was pleasantly surprised, he was still a child in the end, and he was immediately happy.

Sister Hu Xia trembled a little, slurred her speech and almost bit her tongue: "Eldest sister?"

Sister Hu Chun said something in her mouth, and said softly with relief: "The gods and Buddhas have always been compassionate, and they will definitely refuse to watch us freeze to death." Now it is just to borrow and worship, and when this difficulty is over, then you can pay more filial piety to the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and Buddhas will definitely not blame. ”

But in her heart, she thought that if there was no fire and the ground was wet, she might have burned the broken wood eagle as firewood......

Hearing the eldest sister say this, Sister Hu Xia immediately felt at ease.

"Sister Chun...... Brother Bin!"

The eager shouts shocked Sister Hu Chun, who was gradually sinking in thought, but saw a figure wearing indigo linen clothes running excitedly by the temple gate.

It was a man in his thirties, holding a large quilt and a bag of clothes in the palm of his hand, with an eager expression.