I faintly felt a pleasant smoke gushing out of the open iron door of the tunnel wall, which washed away the cold air around me and taught me to warm up.

Behind them were the footsteps of the policemen, who heard the creak of the iron door opening.

I knew that the little boy had no ill will towards me, so I followed his fleshy, warm little hands and stepped into the iron gate.

The little boy let go of my hand and ran to the other side of the tunnel as fast as he could, opening and closing several iron doors in succession, causing the creaking sound of the iron doors to echo in the tunnel, making it seem as if dozens of people were opening the iron doors at the same time.

The policemen snorted in unison, not knowing where to go.

The little boy sneered slyly and happily, and flew to me like a swallow, making no secret of his whereabouts. But when he turned around to close the iron door beside him, the iron door did not make a sound, and in the darkness he could vaguely see that he had picked up a stick and placed it behind the door, which seemed quite scheming.

As soon as the iron door was closed, I was immediately unheard of all the noises outside the door, and there was silence around me, but I was blind, and I couldn't see anything. But when he heard the little boy's feet brisk and came and went freely, as if he could see things in the dark, he was greatly amazed, and wondered why this child had such a strange ability, and said that he had touched the elves underground.

The boy led me hundreds of paces, and there was a ring of glittering light in front of me. I used the light to see the child's brain, with a small waist, only about five or six years old, wearing a dirty school uniform, a finger-sized hole in his left shoulder, and a pair of large sneakers on his little feet, even his toes were exposed. Like a beggar on the street, he thought of his miserable background, and for a while he was regarded as a person of the same kind. I couldn't help but feel a sour nose, burst into tears, and asked with tears: "Child, what's your name?" ”

But the child said heartlessly: "What do you want to ask me for?" My grandmother wouldn't let me tell my name. "I couldn't say a word.

After walking more than a dozen steps, I came back to my senses and asked, "Did grandma call you to save me?" ”

The child didn't look back and said, "I don't know you, why should I save you, it was naturally my grandmother who called me." ”

I was struck by his words. I felt angry and funny, but I knew that he was all simple and innocent, and his childish words were unscrupulous. I didn't care too much, but I heard the kid say angrily, "What a bullshit grandma, it's all fucking turtle bastards." Dare to beat Lao Tzu. The heart said. It must be that this child is too playful, and grandma can't bear it anymore and teaches him a lesson.

Remembering that he came and went in the darkness like the wind, like a cat's eyes, he asked him curiously: "How can you run so fast in that black and swarthy hole, can you see it?" ”

"I play here every day, and I can walk with my eyes closed. What's there? The kid said disapprehantly.

"Here every day? Have you been here for a long time? I was amazed, and my heart said. Could it be that you can live under this ground for a long time?

The boy walked up and down and said, "If you don't stay long, my mother will come and pick me up." I've told my grandma to ask her to call my mom to pick me up. He didn't answer the question.

I knew that I could not get any exact information from the child's mouth, and that it was only futile to ask, so I bent down and held him in my arms, and by the brighter and brighter halo in front of me, I looked at his face, and saw that he had black eyebrows, a peach-faced straight nose, and a small mouth slightly upturned, very cute, and a little bit of a sense of looking at each other, but I didn't feel that my heart was moving again, and secretly scolded the parent, who was cruel enough to let such an angel walk through this bottomless tunnel, and saw that there were several smoke and dust on his face, the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his lips, and five red and swollen fingerprints on his left cheek, which was obviously slapped by someone, teach people to be sad when they see it, and they can't help but cry again.

In the past, I was helpless, hit by the world, deliberately closed the door of my heart, separated from the world, and treated people coldly, but today because this naughty child took the risk to save me, I gave birth to a lot of care and love, and I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers to stroke the fingerprints on his face, and said, "Is this your grandmother beating?" ”

The child screamed, "Oh, don't touch it, it hurts!" The nose snorted again, and scolded and said, "This is the bastard Uncle Dao." Lao Tzu must find a chance to return it. He told me to come here and find you, saying that some of the Turtle Bastard cops were here to get you and asked me to take you to the house. I saw that it was pitch black here, and I was scared to come, so I said that I only wanted to find my mother, and I didn't want to find some turtle bastard policeman. He scolded me, I didn't admit defeat, he scolded him, and pretended to lie down and roll on the ground, but he slapped me hard in the face. ”

I said in my heart that this Uncle Dao in his mouth was too ruthless, and he was really willing to put such a heavy hand on his nephew, so he asked him again: "What about your mother, why didn't she come to help you?" ”

The child was stunned and said, "My mother used to come here with me, but somehow she got lost." ”

"Lost in this hole?" I became more and more curious.

"It was thrown outside." Tears welled up in the child's eyes.

I said in my heart, this child probably didn't know that his grandmother's home was also his father's home, so he slowed down his speech and said: "Isn't your grandmother your father's mother, then, your grandmother's house is your father's house, and your father's house is your own home, how can your mother marry your father and give birth to a baby son like you, but she doesn't even recognize the road of her own house, and she is lost, is it possible, your mother doesn't know how to go to your grandmother's house?" ”

The child pouted and said, "This grandmother of mine only recognized her a few days ago, and my mother didn't recognize her." ”

It dawned on me that this was a child who had been separated from his mother, and it was this grandmother who kindly took him in. "What's your mother's name?" I asked as if I was touching the vine, secretly thinking that the child's mother would beat her chest and feet if she lost her son, and if she knew her name, she would return the child to her.

"My mother's name is Li Yan." The boy said of his mother's happy face, "My mother's cooking is delicious. I miss my mom so much. And he said, "I miss my grandma so much, and my grandma bought me a lot of toys." There was already a crying voice in his words.

I had an idea, "Then you can go back to Grandma's house." ”

The kid sniffed. Choked up, "My grandmother is in the mountains far, far away. ”

I quickly diverted the topic: "What about your father?" ”

The kid tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Uh-huh—my dad got lost a few years ago, and my mom said he was in the city, and we came here together from the far, far mountains to find him. ”

I said in my heart, how could this child's father be lost when he is a big man, it must be that the man has lost himself in this bright city and has become unkind. Abandon your wife and children.

Just as I was about to ask his father's name, the boy suddenly looked happy and threw himself from my arms. led the halo in front of him and shouted, "Grandma, I've brought Uncle Zuo back." ”

An old woman wearing a peaked hat and an apron on her chest. Rickets at the waist. Holding a palm on his forehead, he looked this way, and called out with a smile: "Yanyan! Is it Yanyan? ”

The boy ran forward, put his arm around the old woman's legs, and cheerfully called, "Grandma, it's me." ”

The old woman squatted down and took the child in her arms, kissed it, and busily lifted her skirt and wiped it twice on her mouth, half reproaching. Half-pityingly, he said, "Oh, you naughty bag." What's on your face? Without waiting for the boy to answer, he stood up and pushed him into the halo, "Go, wipe your face, and go to the table to eat." ”

The child innocently said, "Grandma, what are you going to eat today?" ”

The old woman smiled and said, "Pot helmet, plum vegetable button meat pot helmet." ”

The kid smacked his lips and said, "Great, I like this best." "Running into the depths of the halo with oversized sneakers and feet up.

After the old woman settled the child, she supported her legs with both hands, slowly straightened her waist, glanced at me with a frown, and asked tentatively, "Are you Mr. Zuo?" ”

"Ah, Auntie, hello! Yes, I, my surname is Zuo. At this time, I had already stepped on my feet in that halo, but my eyes were not yet very adaptable, and I felt a little dazzling, so I hurriedly closed my eyes, and only opened them again after a second or two, and saw that the old woman was stretching out her goosebump neck, shrugging her shoulders, and surveying my face in amazement with her dim eyes, and looking my clothes up and down, and then slowly retracted her neck, lowered her shoulders, and suddenly lowered her whole person, as if she had finally seen that I was not a monster, and put her mind at ease. Then he slowly piled up the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the side of his nose and the side of his mouth, revealing a calm, broad, and deep smile. But the smile that seeped out from around her pointed nose was like an old witch in a fairy tale, indescribably weird, eerie, icy, and palpitating, so that I felt like my veins were about to freeze.

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head with a big shudder, not daring to look directly at the old witch-like woman, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a moon door embedded in the wall on the left, and a thick canvas curtain hung from the door.

The old woman said, "Come and sit inside." ”

I had nowhere else to go but said, "Okay, then bother." Then the old woman walked into the door, and saw that the basement was about sixty square meters, because it was impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south, and roughly saw that there was a brick stove under the root of the left wall, and on it were two iron pots, one large and one small, the large one covered by the lid, and the small one had been opened, and there was a smell of fried dough wafting out of the pot. There was still a curling smoke coming out of the stove's chamber, and it went straight into the round hole above the fire, which was obviously a vent, and inhaled the smoke. Behind the stove, a pile of slag and broken sticks and broken boards were exposed, presumably as fuel for the fire. Looking at the red bricks of the stove again, the oil was shiny, and I thought that the old woman had repeatedly wiped it with an oilcloth and had used it for many years.

There was a hanging basket hanging above the stove, with a few bowls and plates upside down, a few pairs of chopsticks horizontally, and a small square table, a bench, and two low chairs on the ground two or three feet away from the stove, and the little boy named Yanyan was standing on the chair, pouting his buttocks and lying on the table, grabbing the cakes on the plate with his hands and chewing and swallowing, while holding a soup bowl and drinking soup. The soup bowl was as big as a basin, covering his whole head in it, and he couldn't see his face, only heard a sighing sound, which showed that he had been hungry and hungry.

Seeing this, my stomach was pounding, and I only swallowed saliva in my mouth, and said to myself, how can this thing consume food so much, but I don't know that after running underground all morning, those two hamburgers have already been digested.

The old woman saw it in her eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Zuo." I still have a few pot helmets here, so I'll burn you to satisfy your hunger. ”

I thought to myself, "That's embarrassing." But he immediately agreed, "Thank you." Oh yo, thank you! I really haven't eaten rice in the morning. ”

The old woman sat down in front of the stove, put two sticks of dry wood in the hearth, took the lighter on the stove, took a handful of hay at her feet, lit it, and stuffed it into the hearth, and the sticks in the hearth crackled and burned. At first, there was still some green smoke coming out, and the old woman picked up a bamboo tube and put her mouth on the mouth of the tube. The nostrils were round and open, the shriveled chest floated, and the cheeks puffed up like balloons, and he blew two breaths into the hearth. The two dry sticks immediately burst into flames with a roar of the wind. The flames that erupted gradually drove away the wisps of green smoke, and turned her paper-like skin red, and her two round, dim eyes shone brightly, and enlarged her dry, sickly figure and her pointed hat that was thirty or forty centimeters high on the dome, making people feel more and more hideous and terrifying.

She got up and walked over to the chest of drawers by the stove and picked up a small pot of oil. I saw that the oil pot was stained with oil, and the oil in it was also black and purple. It's like being fished out of a sewage ditch. All of a sudden, the acid in my stomach rushed to my throat, and my mouth was nauseous.

The old woman was oblivious to my reaction. Straight to the stove, he carefully poured a little black, purple, and greasy liquid into the pot, as if it was one of a kind. Her eyes were fixed on the spout without blinking, and she struggled hard but had to tremble to grasp the strength of her hand. To be honest, the oil pot was pickled and disgusting, and the pollution was serious, but the smell of oil wafting out of the pot suddenly penetrated into my nostrils, with the smell of sunshine and the rich fragrance of rapeseed, which made people intoxicated.

She mechanically stretched out her neck and looked at the top of the pot, as if it was too little, so she poured it a little bit with trembling fingers, and it was just a little bit, and the pot sizzled again, until a burst of green smoke came out. She turned back to the chest of drawers, opened the door of the top cabinet, and took out several prepared cakes from it—this was what she was talking about, and turned around in front of the stove, threw them into the pot one by one like flying saucers, picked up the spatula and turned it over twice, grabbed a handful of green onions in the bowl on the stove and sifted it on it, and the aroma of wheat flour and green onions immediately wafted all over the house.

The cake in the pot is cooked, and the stove flame is small.

The old woman took the loaves on a plate, put them on the small square table, and told me to eat them while they were hot.

I sat down at the table, took the bread, and stuffed it into my mouth, no matter how hot it was, and felt that my nonsensical appearance was better than that of the child. But where can people take care of any decency at this time, just eat and talk about it. But I stuffed the four or five loaves into my belly, and my stomach was only half full.

But with the support of these pancakes, my human dignity has regained some edges and corners, and while rubbing my neck, I even thanked him, and at the same time took out two tickets from my trouser pocket and put them in the old woman's hand, only saying that these cakes saved my life, but unfortunately I was poor and had no money, and I gave less.

The old woman had a quiet smile on her face, and she didn't refuse, took the money, stuffed it into the apron purse on her chest, and muttered, "I'll take this money, and I'll buy more meat to stew for the children in the future." ”

But the boy picked up the basin on the table, stretched out his meaty tongue and circled around the plate, licking the green onion oil droplets that had attached to it.

The old woman put her hands on her chest and wiped them, and scolded: "This little thing, I'm afraid that it is a hungry ghost reincarnated, and if the teeth are better, I'm afraid that I won't even gnaw on the plate." The splitter snatched the plate from the child's hand, stretched out his finger on the child's forehead, but unexpectedly the child fell to the ground, fell and kicked his feet, wow wow straight cry, panicked the old woman hurriedly stepped forward, pulled him up from the ground, held him in his arms, stroked his brain shell, and said helplessly: "Okay, don't cry, don't cry, grandma will give you a few more sheets." He took him in his arms, and sat down again in front of the stove and folded the stick to make a fire.

But I saw the child sitting in the old woman's arms, smiling sly at me, but still pretending to weep, and I could not help feeling that the child was cunning and mischievous, and that he was really superior to others.

The old woman fried a loaf or two in three or five minutes.

The child sat in her arms and ate two bites at random, but suddenly stuffed the bread into her arms, clapped her hands, and said, "Grandma, I'm full." I went out to play. She broke free from the old woman's embrace, jumped off the ground, and stomped towards the door.

The old woman couldn't see the movement of his hand because she was behind him, so she only said, "You go to the front and tell your Uncle Dao, and you will say that Mr. Zuo has found it." ”

My heart says, it's dark outside. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's in hell, and it's really a hell to ask such a kid to find that Uncle Dao somewhere. But I was also curious, it turned out that this child was sent by Uncle Dao to save me, I don't know who that Uncle Dao is, why did he save me? Then he asked, "Auntie, who is this Uncle Dao you are talking about?" ”

The old woman said with a solemn face: "Uncle Dao is the boss of our place, he is majestic, and everyone has to bow their heads when they see it." You'll find out when you see it. Seeing the child squatting on the ground, touching his toes and playing, he couldn't help but get angry. scolded sharply: "Little thing, if you don't go, do you still want to fight?" ”

I was stunned and said, "At such a young age, what's the use of beating him?" ”

The old woman said hatefully, "Something naughty like this." Clothe him. Give him food, but if he still doesn't obey, I will kill him. After listening to her two words, I said in my heart, this child must not be my own, if Yanyan is more naughty, she will definitely have to suffer a lot from this old woman.

The boy was reprimanded by the old woman and quickly got up from the ground. He ran out of the door.

I turned to the old woman, "What, you mean—Uncle Dao is your boss?" ”

The old woman said, "Yes." We're working here. Outsiders all say that this underground is dirty and smelly, cold and damp, don't you know that here is warm in winter and cool in summer, dry and pleasant, we who beg for rice and rice are here for Uncle Dao and they sprinkle and sweep, serve tea, pour water, neither pay rent, nor do you have to go out to eat and sleep, it is really good. ”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the little boy who had disappeared into the darkness outside the door, and said in my heart, this subway tunnel is rampant with poison insects, why is there a group of people who have opened tea piles and wine cellars underground, and also took care of these old and weak people to work for them, and asked the old woman with questions: "There are no teeth in this cave, and there is no grass, what is Uncle Dao doing here?" ”

The old woman said: "Mr. Zuo doesn't know, that Uncle Dao is in charge of affairs here, and he is the hall master of the hall." ”

"Hallgo, hall master?" I was shocked, isn't this the title of an underworld organization? I don't know why this hall master named Uncle Dao saved me? I didn't want to mess with any gangsters, and my suspicions suddenly rose.

"Our gang were originally workers digging tunnels from other places. Later, the subway was built, there were no jobs, some went to other places, the rest found jobs in this city, and those who did not want to rent a house, because they were familiar with this section of the tunnel, knew that it was abolished at the beginning, but there were vents on it, and there were gutters below, so they dug and dug in it, built more than a dozen basements, and dug a well for drinking, and settled a temporary residence. It turns out that we are all strangers, and we just want to live here for a while before returning to our hometown, but after a long time, we feel that living underground is far more clever than that earth. You see, in this underground, there is no need to be as prosperous and lively as on the ground, nor do you have to rob in the trough, fight in the nest, deceive me, climb higher than low, and each carry its own threshold to live, safe and stable, carefree, and live in peace. Besides, in this basement, there is no sun and moon at both ends, no day or night, no length or short, so I have lived for many years. Who knew that one day, a group of big men came, saying what the hammer gang was, turned this place into an underground casino, and dug more than 1,000 square meters next to the tunnel, as a training ground for the gang, and later, there came a Fuqing Gang, but it was a fellow villager association in Fujian, and what Chaoshan Gang, which was a fellow villager association in Chaozhou, Guangdong. Merge into a triad, that is, the consciousness of the three gangs here to synthesize a church, and this underground martial arts arena has become one of the many halls of the triad, and the leader of this hall is the boss here. ”

I interjected and asked, "Is this boss the current Uncle Dao?" ”

The old woman said, "Yes, it is him." Uncle Dao is not only good at kung fu and vicious, but also very affectionate, so everyone who mixes in this realm is proud to befriend him. It is because of his care and that we have some workers to eat, wear, and not starve and freeze. ”

I saw that she was half buried in the loess, but I didn't know what she could do in a brave and ruthless underworld, so I couldn't help asking, "Auntie, what work are you doing under him?" ”

"I'm only responsible for cooking for Uncle Dao, boiling water, and washing clothes, which are all things that can't be mentioned." The old woman smiled rather ashamedly, "That is, Uncle Dao has a good heart." Give me a bowl of rice to eat, I don't want to see my old woman starve to death on the streets. So, I just want to do my part. I didn't even think to wander around the ground. ”

When I heard her say this, I saw that her face was pale and slightly bloodless, and her arms, neck, and face were covered with green scriptures, like a zombie, obviously she had not seen the sun for many years, and Qu Ran exclaimed: "Auntie." How many years have you lived here? Never been a step out of this tunnel? ”

The old woman smiled brightly and said, "Of course I have been out, but I am old." I'm afraid that Uncle Dao will have something to do at any time and won't be able to find me, so he rarely has time to go out, but I'm afraid it's hard to have one time a year. ”

I looked left and right. The heart says. There are so many secrets hidden in this tunnel, and I think that this is the entrance of the underworld, but I am afraid that I often do child abduction and trafficking, and I am very worried about the situation of that lovely Yanyan. Seeing the old woman in front of her, her face was really hateful, and she was afraid that Yanyan was only afraid that she had been abducted here, and when she thought of this, her heart suddenly became alert. On the one hand, he was thinking about how to find a way to rescue this Yanyan, but he thought that he was in a difficult situation now. I don't know the path here at all, just like a blind man, I can even figure out the south, east and west, how can I save the child by myself? So he made up his mind, and decided to explore the truth in this cave before making a plan, so he asked the old woman, "Where did Yanyan get this child?" ”

The old woman glared dissatisfiedly and said, "Listening to what you say, it seems that this child was snatched by my old wife." ”

"I'm just curious how this little kid got down here." If I don't care about it.

The old woman said, "This child was separated from her mother, and he was crying in the street, and Uncle Dao saw that he was crying pitifully, so he took him here, and gave him to me, so that I could take care of it, and said that when I found the child's mother in the future, I would return it to her." ”

I suddenly remembered the incident about the abduction and trafficking of children by human traffickers, and I said, "Didn't this Uncle Dao coax this child, he was separated from his mother on the street, and his mother must have come back to look for him, but this Uncle Dao took him away, and his mother naturally had no way to find him."

I suspected that the old witch was lying, but I said nonchalantly, "This child is raised for a lot of money, so why don't you hand him over to the police?" ”

The old woman looked at me inexplicably and said, "Of course, I want to call the police, but Uncle Dao said that the police are not willing to handle such a thankless case, so it is better for us to handle it ourselves." After a pause, he added, "In the past, we also sent children back to their parents, but some parents deliberately let the children go after receiving them. ”

"How can there be parents who deliberately let their children get lost?" I was stunned.

"You don't know this," the old woman sighed, "and there are many young people in this world who have no ability or mind to raise children, but who have given birth to another child, and deliberately leave the child outside, lying that the child is lost, but in fact they have abandoned it." Even if such a child is handed over to the police and returned to his parents, he will inevitably be lost again. I'm suspicious,......" she looked warily at the curtain of the door, and stopped talking.

I whispered, "Do you suspect that this is the case with Yanyan?" ”

The old woman let out a long sigh and lowered her voice, "This boy said that his mother was very kind to him, but when I asked about his father, he said that his father was lost three years ago and never came home. I guess that his father either had something wrong three years ago, or he had already married another daughter-in-law and started a family. When his young mother knew this, she must have held a grudge against his father, and she abandoned him because she no longer had the responsibility to feed her young son. ”

I couldn't help frowning and scolding: "Yanyan is so cute, if his father marries another family outside, and his mother deliberately abandons him on the street, it is really better than a pig and a dog." ”

The old woman looked at the door again and said, "I hope that this child's mother can take on the responsibility of being a mother, so I am now looking for his mother in all directions." If she is still in this city, she will be found sooner or later. It's just that this child misses his mother in his dreams every night, crying and making trouble, which makes people ....... ”

At this point, there was a knock on the door curtain, and Yan Yan lifted the curtain and jumped in, and said loudly: "Grandma, grandma." ”

The old woman hurriedly changed her tone and said with a pleasant face: "Yanyan is back, have you found Uncle Dao?" ”

The kid chirped, "Found it, found it." ”

The old woman said, "Why didn't your Uncle Dao come?" ”

The boy stood by the stove, clasped his fingers on the mud on the edge of the stove, and said gloomily: "He said that there is something to do today, and I am afraid that it will be too late." Come back tomorrow. ”

The old woman turned to me and said, "Mr. Zuo, it seems." You're only going to be in my house for one night tonight. Raising his hand to the left of the stove, "That room belongs to Uncle Dao, but he rarely comes here to sleep, so you can sleep in his bed." Turning his head, he saw that Yanyan was sullen, and hurriedly raised his eyebrows and said, "Good boy, come." Grandma cuddles. He opened his arms to take the child in his arms. But the boy ignored it and went to the right.

I turned my head and saw two plank huts to the child's right. While the door of the first room was open, the door of the other room was wide open, and a wooden bed could be seen inside. The child walked into the hut and climbed onto the bed. Lie facing the wall.

The old woman hurriedly got up. He staggered in, put his wrinkled face on the child's head, and asked softly, "Yanyan, do you miss your mother again?" ”

The child didn't move, but nodded slightly, and sobbed, "Well, grandma, I miss my mother so much!" ”

The old woman sat down at the head of the bed. With the palm of the old bark-like hand, he stroked the child's immature back and said, "Yan Yan is good." Yanyan, don't cry. Grandma knows that Yanyan misses her mother. Grandma has asked someone to find your mother. Well, it won't be long before mom comes to pick you up. ”

That Yanyan finally couldn't help it, and cried loudly. The old woman did not know how to persuade for a while, but she rubbed it on the child's back and lowered her head to wipe her tears. The boy stopped crying for a long time and fell asleep.

The old woman got up from the bedside, got out of the hut, and felt to the corner of the wall, took a plastic hose from the wall, walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, put the plastic hose on the edge of the pot, and touched the corner, and turned on the faucet at the head of the wall, and the plastic hose bulged up one by one, and the pot made a loud noise. The old woman felt that the water in the pot was almost enough, so she tightened the faucet, took away the plastic hose, hung it back on the wall, and then went to the stove and sat down to make the firewood.

I received the favor of this child and this old woman, and I was filled with gratitude, and I thought I could do something for them.

I walked to the child's bedside, and looked down to see that the smoke and dust on the child's face were stained with tears, as if it had just come out of the bottom of the pot, and saw that there was a basin under the bed, so I picked it up and went to the pot to get hot water, and asked the old woman for a towel, and gently wiped the child's face, and then looked at the child's face, although it was a little dark, but it was also born with a beautiful face, and my heart was full of love, and I couldn't help but curse his damned parents again, and was about to turn around to pour the dirty water in the basin, but I heard the child call softly, He also said that he woke up, and hurriedly stopped to look at his flower-like face, but saw that he was still with his eyes closed, his brows frowned, and his mouth said with words: "Mom, Mom, I'm here," as he spoke, his legs flicked on the bed board, and his two little hands looked at the air and grabbed wildly, "Yanyan is here!" Yanyan is here. Yanyan will send you a pot helmet to eat. It was a whisper in a dream, and I didn't want to roll in my arms, but it was the uneaten pot helmet that rolled out just now. I suddenly realized that this child secretly hid a pot helmet in his arms, and he was going to eat it for his mother, which was really a deep mother-son relationship, and I was moved to tears.

When I had finished washing, I opened the door of the house at the head, and saw that there was also a wooden bed inside, only three feet wide, just enough for one person to lie down, and the mattress was light and thin, and lying on it, there were some bones, but this was already extremely satisfying for me, a man who had escaped death, so I lay down on the head of the bed with my clothes, and put the thin wool on my body, so that the room was closed, and when I saw the fire heating up, I did not feel how cold it was, and even felt very comfortable.

When the old woman saw that I had fallen asleep, she extinguished the coals of the hearth, drew water and wiped her face, burned her feet, went outside the door, poured water on it, lowered the curtains, put out the electric light, and went into the child's room and slept.

I remembered that in the past two days, I ran in the rain of bullets, and was frightened by the scar-faced ghost pretending to be a ghost, and hit the thunder soldier halfway, and received a lot of punches and kicks, but finally escaped to death, and lay down in this underground hut to sleep unharmed. Remembering that the scar-faced devil had been tricked by me and had been struck with an axe, and clamored to clean me up, but had never had a chance, he said in his heart, fortunately, the policemen chased him and drove him away, otherwise, if I fell into his hands again, I would never have been able to eat any good fruit, and for a moment my mind was full of his fingers that looked like gold and steel, and I was only worried that once that finger fell on my body, I would be poked out of a bloody hole; and when he fell on his head, he took his life; When it falls on the throat, it is lifeless...... In this way, thinking about it left and right, frightened and afraid, he fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I heard the door curtain being opened, the power switch next to the door sounded, the lights turned on blindly, and I vaguely saw a man with a tiger's back walking in. The man went straight into my room, stood in front of my bed, put his face on my face, and called out in a low voice:

"Left Flame!"

It was not a loud sound, but it sounded like the sound of hell to me, and I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see a large scar hanging over my head, which frightened my hands and feet, and I had no strength. (To be continued......)