Looking for friends, looking for relatives, Yan Zhen had no choice, it was already late, he could only stay in Fengshi for one night, and then continue to rush tomorrow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In principle, the government does not allow citizens to receive relief tents to sublease to others, but the common people have always had policies and countermeasures, and a family of four received two tents, so one was vacated, and the four people were crammed into a tent to deal with sleeping, and the vacated tents were rented out, at least in exchange for food and water.

When passing by some small places, Yan Zhen packed some food, although those places were chaotic, but now ordinary robbers want to rob him, it is more difficult.

So, when a middle-aged man sneaked up to him and asked him if he was staying in the tent, he negotiated the price with the man and came to the tent rented by the man's house.

The tent was a double tent, and the outside was covered with some torn sheets, old quilts or something to keep warm, and the man was chattering all the way about the tent his family rented, comfortable, warm, and at a fair price.

Yan Zhen didn't pay much attention to where he lived, he even slept on a tree during a difficult month, and after handing over the two packs of biscuits that had been negotiated, he got into the tent and prepared to rest.

A shadow suddenly appeared at the door of the tent, Yan Zhen's alertness was very high, and he immediately turned around to face the door, while his hand also held the dagger hidden at the bottom of the backpack.

Standing in the doorway was a little girl of five or six years old, biting her fingers and looking curiously at Totoro in his arms.

"I have one too, smaller than this." The little girl stretched out her short finger and pointed at the chinchilla in Yan Zhen's arms.

"Yes." Yan Zhen still did not let down his vigilance and said dryly.

"What's it called?" The little girl didn't seem to feel Yan Zhen's defense, and even squatted down at the door, looking like she was going to have a 'long talk'.

"Little 7." When asked about Totoro's name, Yan Zhen blurted out the name of Little 7 even though he was still on guard in his heart, because he felt that if he did this, Little 7 would come back.

The little girl took two more steps towards the tent door, and said in a childish voice with a little pride, "My name is Superman!" ”

Yan Zhen was about to persuade her to hurry back to the adult, a woman's scolding came, and no one could be seen from Yan Zhen's angle, but the little girl immediately got up and hurriedly ran in the direction where the scolding came from.

There was no entertainment at night, people basically fell asleep after dinner, and the world after the disaster was eerily silent, with the occasional cough or two from the old man and the cry of a baby, and then whispering.

Yan Zhen also maintained a certain degree of vigilance in his sleep, and in the middle of the night he was woken up by a cry, and looked at his watch, it was not yet 12 o'clock.

The crying outside was heartbreaking, as if it was a dead person, and there should be a lot of onlookers, and the content of the discussion completely woke up Yan Zhen, who was still a little sleepy.

From the sound of discussion, he heard the key words 'frozen to death', 'poor', and 'snowing', especially when it snowed!

The word hooked him out of the tent like a hook that hooked his nerves, and it was really snowing outside, and it was very rare for such a heavy snow to fall in early winter.

When it was snowing, it wasn't so cold, and when the snow stopped, the temperature plummeted, but in the family that was watched, there was an old man who was weak and slept in a big box of paper shell, so he couldn't stand it.

Yan Zhen noticed that the woman who was crying on the old man's corpse was standing next to a little girl, who was the one who was chatting with him at the entrance of the tent.

The woman's long hair was already shaky, and the flashlight around her illuminated her face was covered with tears and snot like a palette.

In such a background of snowflakes flying and the dark night, it was a bit eerie and terrifying, not to mention that she couldn't stop slapping the corpse of an old man who looked like a withered corpse.

There are people around who know the details of this family, and they are secretly counting how this woman is unfilial, living in a tent by herself, and placing the old man in a cardboard box.

Some people also say that she, a woman with a dead husband, makes a living by doing a leather and meat business, otherwise how can she afford to support the old and the young, in fact, she is also a poor person.

Yan Zhen listened for a while and then withdrew from the crowd of onlookers, he was concerned about the heavy snowfall, it may be that the paradise left too deep a shadow in his heart, and he was particularly sensitive to all information related to the mission.

So when I heard that it was snowing, I hurried out to see if the dead man was a writer.

The makeshift corpse team took the body, and the woman continued to cry and curse the government for not providing enough tents for the citizens, which led to her father's tragic death of freezing and clamoring for compensation.

She made the neighborhood uneasy, and finally let a few soldiers leave, and the situation was chaotic, and no one cared about the little girl who was gradually being excluded from the crowd.

Yan Zhen walked back to the rental tent, and as soon as he wanted to go in, he found that there was a small tail behind him, and he didn't know when he evolved this function, so he loved to recruit these underage little tails and send them away one after another.

In view of the situation of the little girl's mother, Yan Zhen could not send her back, so he could only let her into the tent, if such a small child was thrown outside in the snow, something might happen.

The little girl is very well-behaved, and the children of single-parent families tend to go to two extremes, either they are particularly naughty and troublesome, or they are particularly quiet and sensible, and this child is obviously the latter.

When she entered the tent, she found a corner and sat down, trying to shrink her body so that she could not take up much space.

Yan Zhen thought of Sun Yixin, who was also a good and sensible boy, but he didn't know where he was running now.

Two people, one big and one small, can't just stare at each other, so Yan Zhen said:

"What's your name?"

"Song Hanyu." The little girl replied word by word, and looked at Yan Zhen after speaking: "Uncle, what's your name?" ”

"Just call me Uncle Yan."

"Uncle Yan." Song Hanyu screamed softly.

Yan Zhen is not afraid of mutants or monsters, but he is most afraid of coaxing children, and his means of coaxing children are also very poor, so he took out two chocolates from his backpack and handed them to Song Hanyu, which was the only way he could think of to appease them.

Song Hanyu thanked him politely, but didn't answer, which surprised Yan Zhen, and then Song Hanyu said the reason: "Dad won't let me ask for other people's things." ”

"Your dad is right, did he tell you not to go with strangers?"

"Hmm!"

"Then why did you follow your uncle?"

"You've got Superman."

"Then Uncle is none other than that, is he?"

"Yes."

"So you can ask for what my uncle gave."

"Okay."

Surrounding a little girl, Yan Zhen actually had a sense of pride, watching Song Hanyu take his chocolate and eat it in small bites, he felt that it was a miracle that the woman whose dead father only wanted to compensate could raise such a daughter.