Qing Xiran rolled her eyes, and when the message was sent, she sent the crying poor report to Xu You.

The side suddenly burst out of Qingyi's laughing milk voice.

Qing Xiran was startled, and quickly turned her head to look at Qing Yiyi.

I saw Qing Yiyi, who was originally dividing beans, holding his painting book and smiling like a little fool.

Qing Xiran asked:

"Yiyi, what are you laughing at?"

"Mom, I know what Dad looks like."

Qing Yi stood on the chair one by one, holding the drawing book, and shouted jumping and jumping:

"Oh~~ I know what my dad looks like, I know what my dad looks like."

Qing Xiran, who was sitting on the side, stretched out his hand, dragged the painting book in Qing Yiyi's arms, and asked:

"What does your dad look like? I'll take a look. ”

"Here, here!"

Qing Yi is a little pot friend, moving his little fingers, turning the page of [My Dad] for his mother, pointing to the black pen drawing on it, with the light of worship in his big eyes, holding his cheeks with two small palms, and saying innocently:

"Mom, my dad is so handsome, isn't he? Isn't that right? ”

Qing Xiran looked at Xu You's graffiti, her face darkened, this top executive officer of the Xiangcheng garrison, not only took advantage of her verbally, but also came to trouble her daughter's drawing book!

"This isn't your dad."

Looking at Xu You's drawing, Qing Xiran told the truth, she opened her mouth, it was like a basin of cold water, which extinguished Qing Yiyi's excitement, and said bluntly:

"Don't just be a man, wear a garrison uniform and say it's your father, one by one, it's not good for us to be like this, if your real father knows, he will be sad......"

As she spoke, occasionally turning her head, she saw the little pot friend sitting next to her, her whole little body seemed to have lost her vitality, and her big eyes were full of tears.

Qing Xiran's heart, which has always been indifferent and cold, was instantly soft, she hugged Qing Yi one by one, pointed to Xu You's drawing, and said softly:

"One by one, we ......"

"Mom, then he's not Dad, who is he? How does it appear on my drawing? ”

Xiao Penyou interrupted Qing Xiran's words crying, turned his head and leaned on Qing Xiran's arms, and asked pitifully:

"Mom, who is he???"

"He ......"

Qing Xiran tilted his head and thought for a while, tapped Xu You's drawing with his fingers, and explained seriously:

"He is a respectable person, just outside the city, guarding us, protecting our city with his life, and is our patron saint."

"Patronus, isn't it really my father?"

Qing Yi raised his head one by one, looked at Qing Xiran and shook his head, and asked without giving up:

"Then why is he on my painting?"

"Because he's the guardian saint, he'll protect Yiyi, and of course he'll protect Yiyi's father."

Although Qing Xiran tried very hard to explain to the little pot friend, Qing Yi didn't seem to be able to accept it, and the little pot friend still looked sad.

Without saying a word, she slipped down from her mother's arms, held the drawing book, and with red eyes, she staggered upstairs, entered the study, and hid alone to see the portrait of the patron saint.

What to do, Qing Yiyi just wants the guardian saint to be her father, she has a natural closeness to Xu You, even though her mother said that this is not her father.

But Xiao Yiyi felt that if it was his father, he would definitely be a patron saint.

Seeing Qing Yiyi leave with emotions one by one, Qing Xiran's heart was a little sad, this child was growing rapidly at a speed that she couldn't control, and she couldn't coax Qing Yiyi anymore.

It was at this time that Xuyou was organizing a garrison and set off towards Xilai Town, he opened the tablet, glanced at the crying poor report in the mailbox, and couldn't help but smile again.

In this report, Qing Xiran cried out as much as she could about the difficulties of garrisoning, and she cited a large amount of data to prove that the global temperature has cooled and the radiation has intensified, resulting in a particularly cold winter in Xiangcheng this year.

He also cited evidence of a number of deaths of the garrison logistics team, from collection, to support, and finally to the semi-paralyzed state of the garrison logistics team, which confirmed how difficult the Xiangcheng garrison team was in winter.

Then, from the production of raw materials, to processing, to sales, to the collection of materials by the garrison logistics team, all aspects of the analysis proved that there were serious problems in these processes.

Every piece of evidence is true, and the exact information can be found in the news, and every kind of sophistry-like analysis makes the viewer unconsciously deviate from Qing Xiran's thinking.

Therefore, to sum up, the problems that can be found in the garrison are more and more every time, according to the analysis of the statistical data of missing and dead people in the garrison this year given by Xu You, after the radiation intensified, his garrison team came out of the line with a large number of deaths.

Up to now, there are only one or two thousand garrisons in one camp, and the total number of garrisons in Xiangcheng is only about 5,000.

He also said that since the last time he went to Xiangbei to fight against mutant monsters, he had died a bunch of people.

But just these more than 5,000 garrisons, due to the difficulty of material supply, are still wearing last year's winter clothes, almost every garrison who sticks to their posts, the winter clothes on their bodies are torn, and because of the closure of the power plant, the garrison can not be warmed, frozen hands and feet are stiff, motor nerves can not be coordinated, and mutant animals are particularly difficult to kill.

As soon as the garrison is gone, a large number of people will die.

There is no food, the garrison drinks porridge three times a day, the porridge is full of ice water, and the clothes are gone; according to the reasonable and well-founded weather forecast analysis in meteorological aspects, seeing that the goose-feather-like snow is about to fall, it is estimated that half of the garrison will freeze to death this winter.

Therefore, the Xiangcheng garrison hopes that Mu Fengliang, the commander-in-chief of Xiangcheng, can give the garrison some food and clothing, otherwise, find a way to help the Xiangcheng garrison connect the heating, or directly give some gasoline, and if there is no gasoline, you can also send some charcoal for the winter.

Otherwise, this mutant animal can't resist it.

Really, the north wind is blowing, the snowflakes are drifting, and the garrison is looking forward to the commander-in-chief to send supplies quickly, and he will fight monsters with joy, ahhhhh

You also need Xuyou's signature to make the payment!

Xu You turned around and printed out the report, read it from beginning to end, and saw that in the end, he only felt that he was a poor worm, without Mu Fengliang's help, he would soon starve to death, thirst and freeze to death by mutated animals.

After reacting, Xu Youcai shook his head and signed his name with a smile, and sent someone to send this crying poor report to Shui Miao, who came to do the investigation work today.

Shui Miao stood at the gate of the main camp with a confused face, holding this miserable and miserable report in the cold wind, frowning and looking at it for a long time, then he looked up, looked at Xiao Longbao, who was standing opposite him, with a slightly fat body, and asked:

"I stood in front of your camp for two hours, and you sent me such a report?"