There was a tumbling fight in the bushes.

Da Hei held down a writhing and struggling child, and Grandpa Meng walked over in three steps and two steps to take a look, and shouted: "Anu get out of the way." ”

The big black dog jumped to the side, revealing the child covered in blood underneath.

Grandpa Meng's bow and arrow did not put down, and he bent his bow and pulled the arrow at the child in the bushes: "Come out." ”

In the bushes was a young man about the same age as Xiaohuzi, with scratches on his body, face, and arms, and his left leg was bloody, and it seemed that the injuries were not light.

"Who are you?"

The boy struggled to crawl out of the bushes and stood up, pursing his lips without saying a word. Seeing the bright red blood dripping from the boy's legs, Grandpa Meng slowly breathed a sigh of relief. This is a normal child, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

If a human is scratched and bitten by a mutated beast, they will become as ferocious as a beast. What can prove that they are different is the color of the blood, some black, some green, and some blue-gray......

After a moment of silence, the boy said, "My name is Jing Zhan, and I originally lived in the twelfth district. ”

Grandpa Meng put down the bow and arrow in his hand and put on a kind expression: "You are a child raised by Jingtai, I know you, where have you been in the past two years." ”

Jing Zhan didn't expect that someone would know his father-in-law in the eighth district, he looked up at the old man in front of him: "Grandpa Meng, I remember you, you went to Uncle Jing to drink." ”

"Yes, it's a pity, it's been a long time since we've drunk the wine that your Uncle Jing made from grain."

He squatted down, took out the medicine bag he was carrying with him and began to wipe Jing Zhan's wounds, and asked casually, "The people in District 11 are now separated, why didn't you follow them?" ”

"The people of District 11 don't want me, saying that I am a disaster star." Speaking of this, Jing Zhan lowered his head: "Grandpa, I'm not a disaster star, Uncle Jing said, I'm the god of war who saves the world." ”

Grandpa Meng looked at Jing Zhan, who was only ten years old in front of him, and remembered the Jingtai who had a hearty laugh. He thought of his granddaughter who was also different from the family, and if his granddaughter was thrown out, he was afraid that he would not have the luck of Jing Zhan.

Many of the children like Jing Zhan were discarded, and there was no chance of survival. And Jing Zhan was very lucky, his parents did not give up on him, and after his parents died, he was brought back by Jingtai and raised until now.

Grandpa Meng stood up and patted his little head: "If you don't dislike it, go back with me." ”

Jing Zhan shook his head: "I'm a disaster star, unknown, I can't go to the eighth district." ”

Grandpa Meng laughed loudly: "Hahaha...... What is ominous, old man, I don't believe in this, I only believe that children are the most valuable treasure. Let's go, I'll take you back to meet the little sister at home, you will definitely like her, her name is Mulberry Elm, Mulberry of Mulberry, Elm of Elm. ”

Grandpa Meng turned around and walked down the mountain, saying as he walked: "You follow me slowly, go back and I'll bandage your wounds, if you can't walk, the old man can carry you." ”

"Grandpa."

Meng Qinghu ran two steps with Grandpa Meng, and reached out and pulled Grandpa Meng's clothes: "He's gone." ”

"Hey......"

Grandpa Meng shouted loudly: "Jing Zhan, don't you believe me, an old man, you don't believe me, don't you believe you Uncle Jingtai either?" We are brothers who have been born and died together, and we have been friends for many years. ”

Jing Zhan turned to look at Grandpa Meng and Meng Qinghu beside him, his eyes became moist, and he lost the precaution and jerkiness he had when he first met.

"Grandpa Meng, I'm a disaster star, and if you take me back, it will hurt District 8."

Grandpa Meng approached Jing Zhan and asked softly, "Then do you believe that you are a disaster star?" Do you believe that you will harm others? ”

Jing Zhan looked up at the old man in front of him: "Grandpa Meng, I'm not a disaster star, Uncle Jing said that I am the god of war because I have wings." ”

Jing Zhan just wanted to raise his arms, but Lao Meng stretched out his hand to hug him: "Child, that's right, except for angels, only the God of War has wings, and they will be different from ordinary people." Don't let people see your wings, you're still weak, there will be demons in the crowd. ”

Jing Zhan believed that Grandpa Meng was a good person, because Uncle Jing had said the same thing to him, Jing Zhan nodded, and he himself believed that he was really the god of war: "Okay, I won't let people see it." ”

Lao Meng turned his head to look at Jing Zhan, and then looked at his grandson Meng Qinghu. He wondered in his heart whether anyone would object if Jing Zhan was brought back to District 8.

There is already a mulberry with cat ears in the house, and although most people in the town don't know about it, there are always some people who still know something. If Jing Zhan goes again, something happens in District 8, and Sang Yu may be affected.

As long as it is about grandchildren, Lao Meng can't be selfless. He looked at the injured Jing Zhan, a ten-year-old kid who looked weak and pitiful, and he didn't know how Jing Tai had managed to avoid the alliance and send him out of the eleventh district.

After all, the kind nature defeated the selfishness in his heart, and Lao Meng patted Jing Zhan's head: "You don't go to the eighth district, I'll take you to the mountains, grandpa has a place to live in the mountains." ”

Jing Zhan looked at Grandpa Meng suspiciously, for a long time, and nodded.

He thought that if he lived in the mountains and didn't get close to people, he would definitely be fine.

Houshan is where Grandpa Meng brings Xiaohu and Sang Yu every day.

Because, here is the farmland that Grandpa Meng has built in the past few years.

Grandpa Meng retired from the Self-Defense Forces after Xiaohu was born, and the first thing he did was to spend the most energy to build an air-raid shelter-like cave in the mountains of the back mountain.

Almost all of the savings for many years have been spent on this, and Grandma Meng said that he didn't care about messing around, and was bent on building a bomb shelter for her grandson to live in.

The entrance to the cave was small, and the vines hid it, and only a cracked stone crack could be seen. Carefully climb into it from a crack in the stone to find a tunnel more than ten meters long. At the end of the road, a wide cave comes into view.

The cave is divided into three bedrooms according to the area, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a particularly large martial arts hall is also a living room. Close to the back door of the bathroom next to the kitchen, there is also a natural hot spring pool connected, which is why Grandpa Meng chose here.

The cave in this stone crevice was discovered by Lao Meng when he was very young, and he accidentally fell into the road before he knew that there was such a magical place in the mountain. He would often go up the mountain alone and run to the cave for a while. No one in the entire town knew that such a place was his secret base.

"You sleep in this room, this is your brother's room."

Lao Meng pointed to a hut near a hot spring, Meng Qinghu, who was following Grandpa Meng, watched Jing Zhan walk into his room, and couldn't help but smile, he liked this boy who was about his age very much.

Sang Yu and Qiao Lina stood arm in arm, they didn't know why Grandpa had brought back a little brother. For Jing Zhan, who was ragged and had blood on his body, Sang Yu was very curious.

Qiao Lina frowned and dragged Sang Yu out of the cave quickly: "Don't play with him, he stinks to death." ”

Sang Yu opened her mouth to refute, but what Sister Qiao said seemed to be right, she didn't know how to convince Sister Qiao, so she could only bow her head silently.

Grandpa Meng led the three children to leave the mountain and returned to the town, he had been on the mountain for a long time, and he didn't know if the old woman was in a hurry.

Jing Zhan walked into the hot spring alone and submerged his little head in it. He had a place to live, something to eat, and finally he didn't have to run around anymore.

Slowly, bubbles rose one by one at the bottom of the water, and for a long time, Jing Zhan's small body floated softly on the water.

……

In the small town, Grandma Meng was busy with dinner in the kitchen, and Grandpa Meng was repairing his bow and crossbow.

In this day and age, the weapons of civilians like them are homemade. There was a shortage of supplies, and most of them were spent on defense facilities. There are not many real weapons, including those self-defenders at the base, except for some superpowers, most of them still rely on self-cooling weapons to fight.

This is also the reason why Grandpa Meng has trained Meng Qinghu since he was a child, you are stronger than others, so you can live a long time. Even if you can't do anything, run fast and your chances of escape will be greatly increased.

"You said you picked up a kid in the mountains?"

Grandma Meng looked at Grandpa Meng suspiciously: "Why didn't you bring the child back when you picked it up." ”

In this era, children are the wealth of a family and an alliance, and having children means hope. When a district is occupied and those who escape, the first people to be taken in must be children, young women, young and strong youths.

Grandpa Meng glanced at the handful of black hair that appeared on the windowsill, and said in a low voice: "He is the child raised by Jingtai, the three-eyed child." ”

"Is he really Three-Eyed?"

Grandma Meng's voice was full of curiosity, compared to her granddaughter's two cat ears, three eyes were not unusual.

"It's not."

Grandpa Meng thought about Jing Zhan's appearance: "He is a very good-looking child, with a vertical line on his forehead, which does not look ugly at all, but feels like a boy under the seat of Guanyin." ”

Grandma Meng couldn't help muttering: "At that time, it was spread all over the world, saying that the end of the world was coming, and a three-eyed child was born. Unless his parents abandon him, or he will be driven out of town. ”

"I saw this kid when I was a child, and it did have a small round hole in his forehead, and the size of an eye, much like an upright eye. But now that people have grown up, it is obviously a birthmark, and it is not big, but because it is an erected oval, it is seen as an eye. ”

Grandma Meng sighed and said, "Just raise it, it's also a poor child." ”

Grandpa Meng's gaze swept over the window-sill where he was hiding and coughed. Meng Qinghu immediately stuck out his tongue and quietly left to find Sang Yu.

Sang Yu was already asleep in the house, Meng Qinghu was lying next to his sister's bed, his head resting on Sang Yu's head, one talking with his eyes wide open, and the other sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Sister, let me tell you, grandpa said that he would leave Jing Zhan behind and be the child of our family, and you will have more brothers to protect you in the future."

Meng Qinghu turned over on the bed and lay side by side with Sang Yu on the small bed: "When I grow up, I'll buy you a 3D printed skirt." It definitely looks better than Jolina's dress. They glow in the dark, they don't break yet, and you can grow up with your clothes, so you don't have to buy new clothes every year. ”

Meng Qinghu felt very sad when he saw Qiao Lina wearing a beautiful dress, but his sister didn't.

He knows that his father is partial, he must not be partial, he wants to give his sister the best things in the world.

He didn't notice that his sister was still sleeping, but her little ears were erected and quietly erected in his direction.