When Zhong Minglou returned to their tent, Zhong Yingying was lying in the corner of the tent wrapped in a blanket, motionless, Zhong Minglou was a bit patriarchal in his bones, he hadn't paid much attention to this daughter before, and he didn't know much about her.

"Yingying, your mother is not in good health, sometimes she may think too much, some of what she tells you are angry words, don't take it seriously." Zhong Minglou said.

Zhong Yingying, I don't know if she listened to the words, she lay there silently, and there was no reaction.

"Come with me to your uncle tomorrow to see your mother, if you still want to be reunited with your mother in the future, tell your mother and uncle, what you said today is all angry words, not true, otherwise, you will never see your mother in the future." Zhong Minglou said threateningly.

Zhong Yingying's arm was pinched purple by Zhong's mother, and the pain was terrible at this time, she listened to Zhong Minglou's words, gritted her teeth and didn't speak.

"As long as you do what I say, Dad promises to hand over all the things you earn to your mother in the future, and our family of three will still live as before, and we will not let your grandma and aunt bully you anymore." After Zhong Minglou finished saying this, he felt that Zhong Yingying's shoulders that had been tense relaxed slightly, he felt a glimmer of hope, and continued to talk about many interesting things when Zhong Yingying was young, and their husband and wife took their children out to play.

Zhong Minglou recalled the past and spoke emotionally for a long time, and when he was finished, he found that Zhong Yingying had fallen asleep.

Zhong Yingying, who was still a little fleshy before the end of the world, was only a handful of bones left on her body at this time, and the eyes on her palm-sized little face were extraordinarily large, closed at this time, the corners of her eyes were narrow and long, she looked childish, with a small mouth and a high nose bridge, Zhong Yingying's facial features followed the advantages of the two of them.

Zhong Minglou looked at his skinny daughter, and suddenly felt that he didn't feel a good feeling in his heart, he may have gone too far in the past, and handed over all the money and food he earned to his mother, knowing that his mother was harsh and harsh to the child, but he never cared about her.

Doesn't it mean that children who don't get love are more hungry for love? Be kind to the children in the future, Zhong Minglou said to himself secretly.

It was late at night, and there was silence in the huge playground, with the occasional sound of neat footsteps, which were soldiers on duty on the army side patrolling the camp.

The Zhong family's tent was pitch black, Zhong Yingying, who had already fallen asleep, opened her eyes, she sat up cautiously, and looked at every place in the tent by the faint moonlight leaking from the tent.

She sat for more than half an hour, she patiently listened to Zhong Minglou's heavy snoring, counted the frequency of his breathing, and made sure that he was indeed asleep, quietly walked to his side, and found a bag next to the pillow where he slept, this bag contained his collection of lighters, small oil cans to refuel lighters, exquisite mechanical watches, before the end of the world, Zhong Minglou was more addicted to smoking, lighters have always been carried with him, after the end of the world, the most ordinary cigarettes have become luxuries, and the lighters that never leave their bodies have become collectibles.

Zhong Yingying glanced at Zhong Minglou indifferently after finding the lighter, she couldn't let this man coax her mother anymore, her mother still remembered the love of the past, and this man knew her mother very well, and she was good at rhetoric, so she couldn't tell if her mother would be fooled.

If it weren't for their family brazenly hiding in Grandma's house, Grandma and Grandpa would not have died.

Zhong Yingying felt uncomfortable when she thought of her grandfather, her parents were busy with work, they took care of her since she was a child, and it was her grandfather who loved her the most, if her grandfather was still there, how could they let them bully her so much!

Zhong Yingying walked out of the tent with her waist bent, she hid under the van between the two tents, and listened carefully to the movements in the tent of Zhong's father and mother, in order to prevent someone from stealing the fuel in the vehicle, Zhong's father would empty the oil in the tank every time he stopped, put it in the oil drum and hide it, Zhong's father felt that he was hiding tightly, in fact, Zhong Yingying could see through the place where he hid the oil barrel every time.

Zhong Yingying waited under the van for more than half an hour, she felt that her body was already frozen, so she carefully touched the tent of Zhong's father and Zhong's mother, and found the oil drum that Zhong's father hid to refuel the van, the oil drum was a little too heavy for a seven or eight-year-old girl, Zhong Yingying tried a few times, and found that she couldn't lift it, she simply opened the lid of the oil can, and gently put the oil tank on the ground, "whoosh" gasoline dripping all over the ground.

Mother Zhong slept a little unsteadily, muttered and turned over, the mouth of the month-old baby was tightly wrapped with a circle of tape, just to prevent the baby from crying at night, the day has been exhausted, no one wants to get up at night to coax the child, not to mention that if the child cries at night, attracting monsters, others will not agree.

Zhong Yingying glanced at the direction of the spread of gasoline on the ground, lit the fire, and lit the quilt not far from Zhong's mother, Zhong Yingying left the tent quickly, she just walked out of the tent, she heard a "bang", the gasoline spread to the fire point, and the fire suddenly intensified.

"Ah, it's on fire, it's on fire, old bell, old bell..." Zhong Mu's sharp voice pierced the night sky, "stomp, step", and the soldiers on duty who passed by ran over to this side.

"Ah, it hurts me to death, Minglou, Minglou, come on, someone wants to kill our whole family, go and ask the commander of the army to be the master of our family!" Zhong Mu shouted at the top of her voice.

"Ah, put out the fire, my hair is burned." Zhong Mingli broke down and shouted.

Zhong Yingying looked at the family rescued by the soldiers on duty who tore open the tent in the fire with some pity, Zhong's father and Zhong mother, Zhong Mingli, and the baby, except for the clothes on Zhong's mother's body that were burned and broke a few holes, everyone else was unscathed.

The rescue came too fast, and they all escaped, Zhong Yingying looked at the tent that was still burning and was a little dissatisfied, if the tent had just been poured with gasoline, the rescue should be much more difficult than now, right? Wouldn't they have been rescued in such a short time?

Zhong Yingying was seriously reflecting on the reason for the failure of arson, and Zhong Minglou had already seen her sharp-eyed.

"Yingying, when did you run out, are you okay?" Zhong Minglou didn't realize that the fire was set by his daughter at this time.

Zhong Yingying glanced at him silently and did not make a sound.

"Son, who do you say wants to harm us?"