With Yang Lin's series of commands, the servants who went to work with him quickly moved, accompanied by shouts.

"Hey~ Everyone listen, my young master has done a lot of good deeds, give you some food~!"

"Don't panic, don't mess around, don't rob, everyone has a share!"

As soon as the voice fell, in an instant, the victims immediately rushed over, mixed with the sound of begging for food and words of thanks.

There are not a few, but many victims, and everyone is scrambling, afraid that they will be left behind and will not be able to get food, so they squeeze forward.

Seeing that there was going to be chaos, when there was a robbery, there was a bang, a gunshot, which quieted the chaotic crowd, and everyone's eyes were full of panic, standing there in fear, no longer squeezing forward, faintly retreating.

I saw an entourage holding a bird gun into the sky, and there was a puff of green smoke from the muzzle, and the huge explosion temporarily suppressed the scene, maintained order, and avoided a robbery and stampede.

Yang Lin looked back at the servant, nodded approvingly, and secretly said that this guy is very clever, has good adaptability, is worthy of his own cultivation in the future, and has a future for development.

Then the servant fired another shot into the sky, shouting, "Don't mess around, everyone listen, keep an orderly formation, come here one by one to get food, everyone has it!" If someone makes trouble and dares to rob him, this guy in my hand is not welcome! ”

These people accompanying Yang Lin were servants on the surface, but in fact they were all soldiers trained by Yang Lin within his followers. At this time, with the two bursts of gunfire, all of them burst out with a momentum, majestic, and shocked the victims of the riots.

Soon, the hunger pang urged the victims, and they reacted and began to move forward slowly and orderly, although their faces still showed anxiety and eagerness. But no one dared to push each other anymore and squeeze forward. These people peeked at the guys in the hands of the six people from time to time, and honestly lined up, although they didn't know what kind of weapon the bird gun was.

The two consecutive shots really frightened Yang Xiao, and he forgot the misery of the child for a moment, and stopped and said to Yang Lin: "Young Master, what is this bird gun?" Looking at the small one, it is only three feet long, and the sound it makes is so loud, and the power is so strong, it makes people's hearts tremble~! ”

Yang Lin smiled slightly, smiled without saying a word, and continued to walk towards the child, his face was full of solemnity, but also sympathy.

The child was completely in agony of losing his mother, forgetting his surroundings, forgetting his hunger, and even the thunderous gunshots did not affect him, he did not hear it, and his heart was only the mother in his arms, the corpse that had become cold and breathless.

As time passed, every victim was fed, or enjoyed and chewed slowly, or devoured and hungry. And the child, still crying, still whimpering, still calling.

Gradually, time seemed to stand still, and the child no longer wailed in pain, but hugged his mother tightly, with tears in his eyes, crying, choking, everything turned into lovesick tears, into reluctance to give up on his mother. The child hugged him tightly, thinking that he would not lose his mother, who was by his side.

When the victims were all flocking to the direction of the food distribution, Yang Lin went against the flow of people, slowly walked towards the child, and stood there quietly, next to him. Yang Xiao on the side was just about to speak, but was stopped by a look from Yang Lin.

When the child's sadness was alleviated and he no longer exuded such a strong sadness, Yang Lin stretched out his hand and handed over a steamed bun, and said persuasively: "Little friend, don't be sad, I believe your mother must be watching from the sky, and I hope you don't do this." Come, eat a steamed bun and cushion your stomach. ”

After all, he was still a child, and when he heard Yang Lin's words, he didn't take the steamed buns, but looked at Yang Lin with hope in his eyes and asked, "Big brother, is it really?" Is my mother really in heaven? Is it really watching me from heaven? ”

The immature words broke Yang Lin's last mental defense, his body shook unconsciously, looking at the child whose face was full of stains, his body was thin and thin, but his eyes were shining, Yang Lin's tone was a little sour, and he said in a trembling voice: "Really, your mother is in heaven, and she will always look at you in the future~, accompany you!" ”

"However, you have to be obedient, hurry up and eat something, otherwise your heavenly mother will be unhappy if you are hungry~." Yang Lin pretended to be relaxed and said again.

The child looked at the mother in his arms, and then at Yang Lin, the suddenly big brother, with a friendly face. Looking at the steamed bun in Yang Lin's hand, the little head thought about it, and then took the steamed bun, ate it, and devoured it.

Yang Lin looked at the child's unkempt hair, and his forehead was not bare, and knew that it should be a little girl.

Suddenly, the little girl stopped eating steamed buns, tore the steamed buns in her hand little by little, and sent them into her mother's mouth one by one. However, the person is already dead, no matter what she does, she can't feed it, and she still murmurs in her mouth: "Mother, there are steamed buns, you taste them, it's very fragrant~very sweet~"

The tears left in the corners of the child's eyes and the dust on Qiong's nose made Yang Lin can't help but reach out and want to help her wipe it, and he is very pitiful in his heart. However, the little girl's words pierced Yang Lin's heart even more.

At this moment, Yang Lin remembered his life experience before he crossed over. I've been in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. Without parents, Yang Lin was often bullied and ridiculed by other older children. After going to school, every time I had an argument with someone, I would be scolded for having no father, wild seeds, spurned children, and so on.

Although Yang Lin was still young at that time and didn't understand words like wild seeds, seeing the disgusting eyes of other peers and unwilling to play with him, the young Yang Lin was still very sad and heartbroken, and slowly became withdrawn.

The young Yang Lin gradually grew up, and at the age of eighteen, he was admitted to the university, and since then he has left the orphanage and entered the university, with a few very iron buddies. There was gradually warmth in my heart. Yang Lin met her, and then fell in love, loved each other, and had a sweet heart.

The first time, that was the first time, Yang Lin had the desire to form a home, a home that was completely his own, a home full of warmth and love.

However, the good times did not last long, and the reality was cruel. In the face of fierce competition in society, the material needs of life. Yang Lin not only lost the love he had been in love for six years, but also had a job to live on.

All kinds of past events are vivid, and the past scenes appear in his mind one by one, which makes Yang Lin's expression a little melancholy at this time, and he subconsciously wipes the corners of his eyes.

A tear, a sad tear, a sad tear for the past. This tear represents Yang Lin's farewell to the past.

Yang Lin sighed and muttered: "This tear can be regarded as a farewell to the past, let go of all the past, start anew, and be a different self." In this life, you must firmly grasp your own destiny! ”

After coming back to his senses, Yang Lin gently wiped the dust on the child's nose, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were so gentle and careful. The child didn't care, didn't resist Yang Lin's gentleness, and no longer tried to feed the steamed buns to his mother's mouth, but still held the steamed buns in both hands, eating hard, and swallowing quickly.

"Ahem~!" The child was suddenly choked and coughed violently, which made Yang Lin feel distressed and nervous.

"Yang Xiao, go get water!"

At the same time, Yang Lin patted the child's back with his right hand and said softly: "Spit it out, don't choke!" ”

The child was still coughing violently, but he refused to spit out the steamed buns in his mouth, and was still swallowing, hoping to swallow the steamed buns in his throat. As soon as the cough was relieved, the child immediately swallowed again, and even a trace of steamed bread dregs did not want to fall.

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