A narrow street, flanked by low-slung buildings, a stinky pool of stagnant water in the street, and numb residents sitting on either side of the street, the city was enveloped in an air of despair. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A petite figure stumbled down the street, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt that looked extraordinarily wide. The wind passing through the hall directly lifts the hem of the clothes, like dead leaves flying in the autumn wind.

A long brown hair, messy from the wind at the back of his head, a dirty little face, with a slightly frightened look, a pair of small hands holding two tulip bulbs, looking at everything around him in confusion.

No one cared about this passer-by, everyone was worried about their future fate, but no one dared to stand up and resist. The Nazis were just too brutal.

Passing through the narrow street, this small figure, all the way, his brown eyes were looking around, and after seeing that no one noticed him, he cautiously approached a building on the side of the street, wanting to step forward, but there was a retreat, the little hand stretched out to knock on the door, but at the last moment it was retracted.

After a long hesitation, after the small minibus was heavily clicked, she finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the building, and did it all as if she had done a great thing, and a look of relief flashed in her eyes.

......The door opened, and a thin man stood behind it, looking at the little girl standing outside the door.

"What's the matter?" The hoarse voice was as weak as if he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"Sir, do you have bulbs for tulips? Can you give me one? The girl bit her lips lightly, her white teeth biting her lower lip, but a pair of eyes stubbornly looked at the ghost-like and human-like figure in front of her.

"Tulip bulbs? I have three here, one with a white tulip, one with a red tulip, and one with a black tulip, which one do you want? The wizened man said.

"Sir, just give me a white tulip." The little hands stirred together slightly, and the big eyes were full of longing, as if this was the whole of her life.

"Come in and get it, then!" The man said, and got out of the way.

"Thank you...... Here's a bulb of red tulips, I'll trade it with you! The girl said as she walked towards the door as if she had mustered all her strength.

The door was closed, and the inside was silent, as if isolated from another world, when a group of Nazi soldiers came out on the corner and began to search from house to house, as if looking for something.

Gradually, the group of Nazi soldiers approached the building that the little girl had just entered, and they knocked on the door rudely: "Open the door, hurry, or you will be dealt with as an underground rebel!" ”

At this time, the little girl was holding half a piece of shriveled bread and stuffing it into her little mouth, and she gave a tulip bulb to the thin man just now, and then got this half slice of bread, and was gobbling it up.

Hearing the shouts outside the door, the little girl choked suddenly, a trace of pain appeared on a dirty little face, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and then her slender swan-like neck stretched out uncomfortably, and then quickly grabbed the boiled water in the cup on the table and quickly drank it, and then coughed twice and finally eased up.

The little hand wiped it on its mouth, rubbed a bit of bread crumbs on its hands, and then quickly sucked the crumbs into it with his mouth. This time, he cautiously looked at the man who was silent on the side just now, like a frightened fawn.

At this time, the thin man slowly got up and went to open the door, everything seemed so normal and natural, but only the girl and himself knew that if what they had just done was known by the Nazis, it would definitely be a disaster.

After the Nazis conquered the Netherlands, they collected all the food together, and then gave only a small amount of food to the local residents who could starve to death every day, and it was distributed according to one-third of the population, that is, only one-third of the people could get food, and the food that they wanted to live had to work for the Nazis.

Therefore, if the bread that the little girl ate just now was seen by the Nazis, it would definitely be killed directly by both of them, and stealing food was the biggest crime in the Netherlands under Nazi rule.

"Sir......" The little girl called the man crisply, her eyes were pleading, because she was not a permanent resident of this town, and the Nazi control of the floating population did not allow her to run around like this, and this trip she also went out day and night, little by little, from the small mountain village thirty kilometers away to this town. It took her nearly three days.

"Hello, Master Jun. What's the matter? The man opened the door, then asked.

"Have you ever seen outsiders? We've received information that spies from the underground rebels are coming to this area. A Nazi soldier pushed the man aside and then broke in, so frightened that the little girl hid directly behind the desk.

"If you don't see it, it's just me and my daughter in this room." The man replied, and as he spoke, he walked up to the little girl, and then gently took her in his arms, and stroked her hair to comfort her.

"There is no best, as long as you find someone from outside, you must report it to us, and you can exchange it for three days of food." The Nazi soldiers rummaged through the house for a long time and found no one else, so they gave up.

Before leaving, the Nazi soldiers said this to the man, and once again looked at the two men with scrutinizing eyes, as if to see through them.

The Nazi soldiers were gone, without the slightest gain, but the shadow they brought with them covered the whole street, and all the people became more frightened, and everyone looked at each other, as if to tell if the other was someone they knew.

"It's not safe here, we have to get out of here, especially you!" After the Nazi soldiers left, the man said this to the little girl.

"But sir, where can I go? No one is left, everyone is dead, and I don't know where I can go! The little girl's soft sobbing was as distressing as a cuckoo's cry of blood.

"No matter where you go, just get out of here, you have to remember that our home was destroyed by these Nazis, but the souls of our families will always be with us, they will watch us and let us live well." The man reached out and gently brushed the girl's cheek, tears washing away the mud from her face, revealing pale but very delicate and smooth skin.