As a modern Qian Peiying, she can especially understand why her daughter cried bitterly.

The daughter fed Chunhua porridge with her own hands, but Chunhua turned her head and disappeared, and her life and death were unknown;

Zhao Fugui was bitten by an unknown beast, and his head and body were separated;

In the scene just now, the little girl who was a few years old, her mother was starved to death, and it is expected that the child will also die next;

The man who was crying to the sky, full of despair, his wife chimbling and clinging to her dead son;

There are also those refugees who have just been beaten by their group, and now there are several people lying on the side of the road who can't get up at all, covered in blood, and dozens of people kneeling on the ground and begging for worship just now, just to beg for food.

One by one, modern children have never seen it, and they are pressed heavily in their hearts, so that they can't breathe.

But Mrs. Ma scolded her daughter for being idle just now and told her to get out of the car, Qian Peiying can also understand.

The scolding was right, so she and Lao Song pretended not to hear it, so let's scold.

People, you have to eat and drink enough, let yourself first not say that you don't have to worry about food and clothing, at least you have to be peaceful, sit there and be steadfast, and stop and stop, so that you can have compassion for others and give a hand.

You said that this one is tired, the legs are numb, the feet are filled with lead, and the bite of the gluttony that doesn't even have salt has to be bitten twice when you go to the toilet, it's all mixed like this, and it almost made people attack just now, which is thanks to enough violence to suppress it, who sympathizes with whom.

The tragedy in the world is not a tragedy, I am so tired that I don't even bother to say a word, and I can fall down the next second when I shake my body, how can I have that extra mood to sigh about the misery of others.

The whole heart is numb, the throat and eyes are smoking, and the brain is hypoxic, in such a comparison, others have no expression, only the girl can still cry with rich expressions, isn't it idle? The girl is still not tired, she scolded right.

Also, can a girl be tired? Her father is Song Fusheng, the captain of the team, abusing her private power, and her daughter doesn't have to look at anyone's eyes to get in the car and rest at any time. Her grandmother also turned a blind eye and had been letting her sleep before, which was the happiest for her.

made Song Jinbao's petite boy longer than Poria cocos' legs. Other children don't have the energy to express their feelings and cry, and the peach blossoms are tired and stunned one by one, so her Poria "Oh, it's so miserable." "What a vivid face.

You see, Mi Shou doesn't have any thoughts and feelings, Mi Shou thinks that no one is worse than him, Qian Mishou only cares about him and can't walk anymore, what's the matter?

"Uncle? Uncle. ”

Qian Mishou shouted Song Fusheng across Qian Peiying and Song Fuling.

Qian Peiying pulled his hand: "What's the matter, tell me something, thirsty?" ”

Qian Mishou shook his head and didn't say anything. When he caught up with Song Fusheng, he stretched out his two little hands, raised his head and said, "Uncle hug." ”

Uncle: "......"

My uncle really wanted to die on the spot, and my uncle was about to get out of synovitis.

Looking around the nearby ox cart and mule cart, there is indeed no place, the children are resting, and they can't stuff the baby anymore.

The uncle resigned himself to his fate: "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

The small arm tightly wrapped around Song Fusheng's neck, his face was full of dependence, and he fed Song Fusheng water from time to time.

At about six o'clock in the evening, the mules and cattle were sweating and shouting in protest, and at this time, the sky above their heads was finally sunny, and Song Fulu stood up and stopped moving.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and some simply sat down on the spot.

Looking back, many of the refugees who followed the team just now were gone, or they were left behind the mountain, or they missed their legs and feet.

There were many new faces around me, and I finally saw other ox carts, and many people were resting here.

That's it, set up camp and sleep in the open air.