The scramble continues, and although it is said that this is a group of displaced people, there is no denying that there is an unfair distribution, and those who can contribute will be allocated better rations, and the old, weak, sick and disabled can sometimes only go hungry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hunger is inevitable, if it was some time ago, it would have been fine, but now, the task is becoming more and more difficult to accept, and the homeless marshal is getting less and less paid, in this kind of poor and remote country, no one treats them as human beings, but whether it is livestock or poultry, they must always be fed, fed to live...... In the face of such a scramble situation, the owner of the village did not stop it, so it seems quite responsible.

But it has nothing to do with Wang Ningzhi.

After all, the house arrest is just a thatched house, and now the remuneration has not been returned, obviously Xu Lian's side does not intend to pay the remuneration, if nothing else, he has not seen himself for so many days and today's situation should be caused by the pressure exerted by the Wang family on Xu Lian, so that Xu Lian has to cut off the relationship with the homeless village here, and even treat this place as an outcast to bear the anger when necessary.

No one guarded meant that Wang Ningzhi could run around casually, but he didn't run away, not to mention that he was unfamiliar with the people here, just saying that his body and bones couldn't run far, and it was estimated that he would have to suffer a lot when the homeless people reacted, and besides, Hei Qi'er, who found the white goose, did not fight for food, but led the lame white goose slowly and entered the thatched house.

As soon as the white goose came in, he stretched his neck and quacked solemnly, and circled around Wang Ningzhi, full of scrutiny, as if he was studying whether the person in front of him was the same as the person who wanted to kill him outside.

"I heard that the Wang family likes white geese?" Hei Qi'er asked, and the white goose who responded responded with a rattle in his heart.

Wang Ningzhi thought about it, there is indeed such a thing, although there is no goose at home, Wang Xizhi likes it, often uses white geese to compare calligraphy, under this influence, the predecessor should also like it, but he has always been not interested in small animals: "My father is very fond of white geese, thinking that writing should be like a goose, proud, rigorous, but like flowing water...... But I don't like it very much, in my eyes, no matter how lively the white goose is, it is not as cute and amiable as the fresh and tender goose meat in the meal. ”

"Oh......" Hei Qi'er's voice was low, and he swept the white goose with some annoyance, and when he saw it coming over, he was no longer cordial, but stretched out his foot and kicked it aside.

In the past few days, there have been several cases of similar scenes, this young man has a demonic obsession with imitating the scholars, thinking that no matter how shrewd the young man is, he will appear in Wang Ningzhi's eyes, his character, heart, wishes, and even the sad things that happened to the young man, Wang Ningzhi also guessed something. As far as he is concerned, although he is indifferent, this young man is good, and he admires it very much, and it is no problem to help him on the day of getting out of trouble, but he doesn't want to reveal his thoughts too early, and now he is left to the young man's chagrin.

When the white goose saw that his master ignored him, he stopped calling and shrank quietly to the side, but he was also smart.

The last afterglow of dusk gradually receded, and the black curtain shrouded the earth, like an endless gathering of demons, devouring the heavens and the earth, and it was extremely ruthless, from far and near, dense erosion and spread. The moon has not yet come out, the stars are also covered by clouds, the air is dull and hot, it seems to feel the atmosphere of the homeless village, suddenly, in the dense forest of the mountains, the wind howled.

The wind came suddenly, and the thin man didn't react, he was lifted up fiercely, rolled around half a meter in the air, and then fell, knocking out blood; The thatched houses had fallen into disrepair, and several of them had collapsed in the wind, leaving bottles and cans scattered and thumping.

The thatched hut where Wang Ningzhi was staying was half swept away by the wind, and it was obviously in the open air, and everything that happened suddenly made the white goose run to the feet of the master in fear, as if seeking comfort, but he never thought that his little master also changed his face, and looked at Wang Ningzhi with hopeful eyes.

It's all subconsciously seeking wings.

Wang Ningzhi, who had high hopes, did not speak silently, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about what might happen: Xu Lian entrusted these people to catch him, but he didn't meet him after the event was over, if he couldn't meet him only because of the pressure of the Wang family, it would be fine, I'm afraid he didn't want to meet him at all. There are not many people in this homeless village, except for a few young and middle-aged people, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, so the homeless people don't care at all, especially this area is not under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, even if it disappears out of thin air, no one will pay attention...... After disappearing into thin air, no one can come up with evidence to prove that his disappearance has something to do with him!

"How?" Hei Qi'er saw Wang Ningzhi's face change back and forth, and hurriedly asked.

Wang Ningzhi walked out of the hut, and the people outside were still arguing noisily after a short pause, so that no one noticed that he slowly climbed onto the roof of the hut and looked into the distance sheltered by the mountains and forests.

"The wind is blowing." After a while, he responded with hindsight.

……

The wind was mixed with heavy rain, and the raindrops the size of beans hit people's faces painfully.

Wang Ningzhi, who was holding a short knife in his hand, followed the Hei Qi'er boy to walk at night in the heavy rain, staggering through the slippery and muddy mountain road, even if he was scratched by the grass and branches, he didn't dare to stop, but his physical fitness was too poor after all, so that the speed was gradually slowing down.

The white goose also followed, spreading its wings and fluttering as it flew, following reluctantly.

Behind is the homeless village that is about to melt into the night, but at this moment it is a fire, like the last god of war who refuses to surrender, shining with the last light and heat in life, indomitable, mixed with bloody blood and terrible screams, singing the eulogy of the soul to the fullest.

Wang Ningzhi is an escape, but there is not much burden, before escaping, he has repeatedly emphasized that "someone comes, and the person who comes is not good, nine times out of ten they are here to kill" and so on, it is estimated that the smell of blood has already fled, and most of the people who remain in the village obviously do not believe or really can't escape, in this case, people with a little ability can only obey the destiny of heaven, do their best, help if they can, give up if they can't help...... It endangers human life, and no one is to blame.

So Hei Qi'er is very familiar with this mountain, and he is not struggling to lead Wang Ning forward, and the footprints they left behind will soon be washed away by the heavy rain, unless a large-scale search of the mountain can catch all the fish that have slipped through the net.

"There's a cave in front, it's relatively hidden, not many people know about it, let's go there to hide first, and then run when it's dawn!"

Wang Ningzhi nodded, and ran over, but was pulled by Hei Qi'er when he was about to approach, and then saw the young man seriously gesturing the short knife in his hand, and scolded: "Who is inside?" ”

"Hei Qi'er?" The people inside shouted, "It's me, Xiaobao......"

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There are not many people in the cave, a few children and two women, because it is too dark, Wang Ningzhi can't see clearly, but they are obviously all people from the homeless village, and they can play with Hei Qi'er on weekdays, but they are not worried.

Hei Qi'er and the teenagers were talking in a whisper, about killing, about the village, about Wang Ningzhi, about the future, maybe between the disappearance of life and existence, grief and crying could not save the soul of the deceased, or on the way south from the north to see more life and death, this group of children was not too sad. They care more about the future than they do about the past.

Wang Ningzhi didn't participate in the discussion, after all, there was a topic about him, and even a teenager just now asked him if he could take them in...... He didn't give an answer. It's not ruthless, but personal habits, in the case of not knowing whether it can be fulfilled, he never promises at will, at the moment Xu Lian's people will send people to search the mountain after killing the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the village, although this cave is hidden, whether it can be avoided but maybe, he doesn't know if he can cross back if he dies again, even if he can, he doesn't dare to try it easily.

Time passes slowly in a dreary.

The heavy rain fell in the middle of the night, and stopped after midnight, and the hunters who had been worried did not appear, but there was a small moan from the cave. Recite. The sound, intermittently, couldn't wake up the sleeping teenagers, but woke Wang Ningzhi up.

He sat up, and after his eyes could barely see, he saw Hei Qi'er squatting inside the cave, and there was a girl lying in front of him, unable to see her face clearly, very poorly dressed, and the small sound was made by the girl.

"She was suffering from the wind and cold, and her forehead was very hot." Seeing Wang Ningzhi approaching, Hei Qi'er whispered.

Wang Ningzhi walked over, stretched out his hand and tried the girl's forehead, it was indeed very hot, and it was estimated that it was more than 38 degrees, which was enough to make the shrewd and clever Hei Qi'er at a loss.

"Leave it to me, you go get a cloth and wet it for me."

Regarding the common sense of fever treatment, Wang Ningzhi often encounters it, has rich experience, and began to deal with it after a short pause, the girl's clothes are relatively dry, so she doesn't have to take them off, just wipe her sweat with a damp cloth, and finally cover her forehead. There was no quilt in the cave, and the clothes on the children were damp, so he couldn't hesitate to come at this time, so he picked up the girl from the ground and held it in his arms, hoping to relieve the pain with his body temperature.

Hei Qi'er hugged the big white goose over: "It's also quite warm, squeeze with it." ”

The white goose was also obedient, did not call, and let Hei Qi'er hold herself next to the girl, and spread her wings to cover the girl's lower abdomen. So, an adult, a girl, and an honest white goose, under the escort of the black and thin boy, listened to the whirring wind outside, and gradually fell asleep.