Time flies, life is like a dream, and in the blink of an eye, it has been two years since Wei Qijun came to the Ye family.

He often assumes that if Father Ye hadn't left him two years ago, what would he do now?

If he hadn't stayed here two years ago, maybe he would have been dead in the wilderness and become a white skeleton that no one cared about, or maybe he had survived by luck and was still wandering around, calling the world home, maybe he would have become a beggar who was sick all over the place, could only reach out to beg for food, and suffered the wind and frost of the years.

Wei Qijun is really grateful to Father Ye and Ye Yuning, it was they who gave him a place to shelter from the wind and rain, gave him a warm home, and gave him the motivation to live.

He also often assumes that if Father Ye and Ye Yuning are both dead, what will he do? The answer is: he will break down and kill himself, and die with them. In two years, his Wei Qijun's life has been integrated with this family, and he has long regarded them as close relatives, if they die, he doesn't want to live alone, because if he loses his family twice, he really doesn't know what to live in the future.

Born in troubled times, heavy punishments, almost overwhelming, Wei Qijun has been working hard to make a living, trying his best, and even being sophisticated, living like he hates the most, in order to let this family support it. Fortunately, although the taxes are very heavy, but with his hard work, life is still getting better day by day.

Two years ago......

"Hold on, Wei Qijun, you must hold on, there is a village ahead, you must hold on, you will have food soon, and you can rest immediately......"

Wei Qijun meditated in his heart over and over again, constantly reminding himself that he must persevere.

It was as if my feet were on cotton, and my brain was buzzing with pain. He moved forward with a feeble pace. There was a war in his hometown, after Nanjun was broken, all his parents were killed, fortunately Wei Qijun was not at home at that time to escape the catastrophe, he fled all the way, all the way to ask for food, and came to Sanchuan County in the north.

At noon, the scorching sun hit the earth, the weeds were also sunburned, his clothes were wet and sticking to his body, but his forehead was still cold, and he was in a large cold sweat.

"Smack". The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

It seemed that he couldn't hold on any longer, he fell to the ground, as if lying on the brocade quilt, soft, warm, he didn't want to get up anymore, he really wanted to sleep.

"Child, child, child, wake up......"

Father Ye came back from the field and saw a young man with a yellow face and thin muscles lying on the side of the road, and hurriedly went up to help him. After a few shots and still didn't wake up, Father Ye put down the hoe, picked up the young man, and ran home quickly. The young man was extremely light, like a dry log, without the slightest weight, and Father Ye did not have any difficulty running with him on his back.

"Ning Ning, Ning Ning" Father Ye pushed open the door of the house and hurriedly called Ye Yuning.

"Ning Ning, help dad take a hand, this kid fainted."

"Dad, what's wrong with this, why is he sick like this!" Ye Yuning was really startled, the young man was skinny and skinny, with a sallow and sallow face, and a sickly look of dying.

"Eighty percent of him has escaped from the famine, and he is hungry, so quickly carry him to bed and get him something to eat."

"Oh, good!"

Ye Yuning hurriedly went up to help Father Ye carry the young man to the bed, and then went to bring out the rice porridge that had just been made, and asked Father Ye to pour it into the young man. Ye Yuning went to bring a basin of water again, wet the towel, handed it to Father Ye, and wiped his face.

"Dad, where did you say he came from? How did you get sick like this? Ye Yuning was curious.

"Who knows." Father Ye didn't look up, and carefully wiped the sweat stains and dust on his face.

"The child is not sick, but hungry. This miserable child, so young, is so hungry, alas! The child suffered. Father Ye sighed helplessly. Looking at him, he suddenly thought of Ye Yuning again, if he had three longs and two shorts, what should Ning Ning do? Now the taxes are so heavy, the harvest in the field is not good, and the family is about to be unable to survive.

"Dad, you go to dinner first, I'll watch him here."

"Okay, you watch first, he woke up and called me."

Father Ye picked up the bowl of porridge, sat down under the eaves, and picked up the bowl, the rice was very thin, almost mixed with a few grains of rice in the water.

"Alas"

"God, you can have mercy on us, just bless the child to survive, bless this year's harvest, and the life of the family will be almost unbearable."

Father Ye was just about to drink porridge, and suddenly thought of something.

Father Ye returned to the house with the porridge, "Ningning"

"Ningning, have you drunk porridge?" Just now, Ye Yuning brought the porridge to the young man, and he hadn't drunk it yet.

"Dad, I've drunk it, drink it quickly." Ye Yuning pretended to be calm, but his eyes were slightly red.

"Come, boy, drink the porridge." Father Ye could see at a glance that just now Ye Yuning gave all the rice to the young man, and the porridge in his bowl was so thin that Ye Yuning definitely didn't have to drink it.

"Dad, I've drunk it, you can drink it."

"This kid, come, it doesn't matter if your father drinks it or not, you are still young, and you still have to grow your body." Father Ye brought the porridge to Ye Yuning.

Ye Yuning held back her tears and said, "Dad, the two of us will drink half of it, and I won't drink if you don't drink it." ”

"Okay."

Father Ye said, drank the soup above, left the rice below, and pushed the bowl to Ye Yuning.

"Daddy"

"Drink it." Father Ye waved his hand at Ye Yuning and motioned for her to drink.

Ye Yuning took the bowl and drank it, and as he drank it, his tears couldn't stop flowing. The family is about to run out of food, and if the harvest is not good this year, the family will not be able to survive.

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Wei Qijun had a long, long dream. He dreamed that when he was a child, he had just come back from school, and his mother had prepared a meal, and when she saw him coming back, she hurriedly brought out the chicken that had just been made, handed him a chicken leg, and asked him if he had listened to his master today and carried something today. His father urged him to eat more chicken, told him to eat quickly, and said that he would take him to the carpenter in the afternoon, to make him a small desk, and to buy a brush...... Suddenly, I dreamed that on the day when Nanjun was broken, several thieves broke into the house, robbed the house's things, and killed their parents......

"No, Dad, Mother...... The son is not filial" Wei Qijun kept muttering in his dream, and there were large areas of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Don't!" Wei Qijun dreamed that the thief army was slashing at his parents with a bright big knife, and he opened his eyes in fright, covered with cold sweat.

"You're awake."

Ye Yuning just saw him in a cold sweat, kept talking in his sleep, and thought he was going to die, so he quickly asked Father Ye to find Langzhong, and when he saw that he woke up, he was overjoyed.

"You wait a minute"

Ye Yuning hurriedly ran out to call Father Ye back, but fortunately, Father Ye had not gone far yet.

"Dad, he's awake, come and see."