The boy only felt that his brain was muddy, even if he had woken up, his consciousness was constantly becoming clear, his body and heart were still entangled by great exhaustion and weakness, as if he was still struggling between life and death, and now he could open his eyes and see the snow-white world in front of him, but it was the last struggle of his life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But even if his fragile life won death, his vision finally became clear, and the world in front of him was only a snow-white world, deprived of any colorful colors.

He didn't know how he miraculously didn't die, he survived and was awake, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, it was too quiet around him, the whole world was too quiet, it was like snow and death had covered everything, but his throat moved, and he couldn't say anything.

The boy looked up, he was suddenly stunned, and then became panicked and anxious, he tried his best to get up from the snow, and brought a large piece of snow on his clothes, he staggered and ran on the white ground like a snowman, how many times he fell to the ground and got up and continued to run, the breath exhaled from his mouth immediately cooled within two seconds, and his eyes kept moving in the sky, as if he was searching for something, like a child anxiously looking for something lost.

The boy's hands and feet were frozen, frozen to this extent, almost numb, but the load on his body was still there, so he ran very shaky and uncoordinated, I don't know how long and how far he ran, as if he felt that it would be easier to see the sky clearly by running to the top, he climbed to a high place, climbed to the top of a frozen hillside.

He never lowered his head, but as far as the eye could see, the sky was filled with infinite gray.

"Where?" the boy said.

Until his feet slipped, and the ground near here was frozen so smooth that he couldn't stand on his feet, so he fell.

It's a cold land that has completely lost its life, a dazed child is chasing something, something ethereal, and then the tiny black dot is swallowed up by infinite whiteness.

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When he awoke, there was a fire pit beside him, and the boy struggled to get up from the ground, even covered with a rudimentary straw mat covering, the most used substitute for the quilt during the war years, mixed with a small amount of cotton and more blades of grass, and sprinkled with sporadic amounts of igneous quartz powder that did not spontaneously combust.

He rubbed his eyes, the soreness and weakness of the joints of his limbs had not completely disappeared, and his sleepy eyes gradually opened only to see a touch of red, the color of the flames, a color that appeared in this snow-white world, and his dull and stiff face, and his eyes that showed a little surprise, were all red.

"Oh, the Queen of the Night, the boy is awake," a sympathetic voice came from beside him, and the middle-aged man in a shabby coat seemed to have been sitting next to him, and at this moment he saw Sora get up and leaned over, a large black and dense beard on his chin almost completely occupied Sora's still hazy vision, "Your body is as cold as ice, we almost thought you couldn't survive." ”

After seeing the man's unfamiliar face clearly, the boy's instinctive fear made the boy immediately shrink his body, like a small beast realm intruding into the nearby alien creature, and moved backwards until it touched the wall, or rather the mountain wall, which was obviously the innermost part of a small cave, and the exit could be seen not even far away.

"I was also shocked that such a small boy suddenly fell from the sky and fell into our car, but fortunately it was not a threat, just an ordinary boy," the bearded man said, noticing the boy's performance, and suddenly reacted, it was indeed an ordinary boy in front of him, but in the boy's opinion, he seemed to be a possible threat," I'm not a bad person, I have some people with me, they are not bad people, we found you, you happen to be in a coma, it is easy to die in this kind of ice and snow, especially this one is the coldest, so we will rest for a while, and bring you with you......" The man said, shaking out all his information, just hoping to show the boy all the cards to prove that they were harmless.

The bearded man expected the boy to put away his vigilance in his heart, even if it was just a little, he could see that the boy was really scared, afraid of everything that was close around him, and wary of everything.

"I don't have anything to eat, I don't have anything," the boy stared at the man's face for a long time, his nervous shoulders slightly relaxed, but only slightly, and after a moment, he said, "Don't hit me." ”

The man's heart cooled, the boy's reaction was expected, and it was also the last thing he wanted to see, he had seen too many such children, too many people, in this era of homelessness, hunger and cold, and even had to live a life of competing for food with some crazy adults.

The poor children who survived in such an era have either become little madmen or have died.

"No, no, I'm not here to rob you of food, let alone beat you, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you. The bearded man scratched his rough-skinned face, thinking about how to comfort the boy, he knew that such a child had been cast a shadow by the cruelty of the times, and it was difficult to communicate normally, he wanted to find some words to defuse the awkward atmosphere, but it was obvious that these decent words had no effect, and the boy still looked at him with nervous eyes.

When he hesitated, the man suddenly thought of something, he hesitated for two seconds, in such a difficult situation of survival, there are too many times for people to hesitate to think and judge, sometimes even just a small thing or thing, but the man hesitated for about a few seconds, and finally moved his buttocks, turned around and felt something from the fire.

Stimulating memories flashed in front of him, the picture was several men and women with weapons in hand, madly rushing into the house, knocking everything around them down and crushing, the fire extending nearby spread to his feet, the boy held his head and endured tears and screams, hiding in a corner, watching the figures outside with teeth and claws, every figure shaking was accompanied by the sound of things cracking.

So the boy's body also reflexively shook, and he moved vigorously towards the wall behind him, but the wall blocked the way, and he immediately shrank his body even more, as if he was afraid that the bearded man would also take out the offensive weapon.

The bearded man turned around, and was also stunned by the boy's more obvious reaction, which strengthened his determination to make the choice he had made before, and told himself in his heart that he must be gentle, lighter, and pass things out.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to give you food," the bearded man spread his palms, the heat was about to hit the boy, in this cold world, there was still such a thing as heat, "I'm a good person, I'm your friend." ”

Lying in the palm of his hand is a very small sweet potato, the roasted skin is red, and even a hint of aroma comes out.

The boy looked at this side silently.

"You just woke up, your body is weak, will it hurt your stomach to eat this kind of thing directly, maybe I should serve you a bowl of ...... first" The boy's silence made the bearded man wonder if the other party didn't like sweet potatoes, and he was about to withdraw his hand by talking to himself.

Suddenly, a whimpering sound erupted from the boy's throat, like a slight cry from a slight hurry. The bearded man was stunned for a moment, watching the boy's gaze shift to the sweet potato in his hand at some point, and kept looking, so he tried to reach his hand again and stretched it out in front of the boy.

Eat, the bearded man opened his lips very delicately, and uttered almost silent words, with longing.

The boy was silent for a few seconds, and grabbed it directly with both hands as if he was not afraid of being hot, in fact, at such a temperature, the cooked things cooled faster, but whether it was hot or cold, the boy had skin and a pulp, and gnawed like a hungry ghost.

"Eat, eat, slow down, it's all yours. The bearded man smirked, watching the boy hold the thudten sweet potato that had been eaten, the corners of the boy's mouth were covered with yellow sticky pulp, and he felt that the boy might have let down his guard against himself a little.

It was the little better food left in the man's hand, but he chose to give it to the boy, and he only hoped in his heart that the boy would not be afraid of him and not think of him as a villain.

"What's your name?" the man tried to ask, but the boy was just eating, and didn't answer.

"Where do you live?" he asked, but was still speechless.

The bearded man shrugged, thinking that it was not easy to melt the estrangement caused by the deep shadow in his heart, and he suddenly thought of his own child, the child who was the same age as the boy in front of him, a child who had a generation gap with him because of work.

"Brookenlyn. The man was about to turn around, trying not to disturb the boy, but he heard a vague and immature answer, and it took him three seconds to discern the true meaning, just an ordinary place name, from the boy's answer.

"Brookenlin, it used to be a good place, the soil is very fertile, the wheat grows well, and the sky is always clear there," the man looked at the boy with a little excitement and replied, and only after a few words did he react, his own self-talk did not elicit a response from the boy, so he immediately stopped talking, but there was still more joy in his heart, he felt that the boy was gradually accepting him, "What about your father?"

"He left and never came back. ”

Bearded Man remembered that Brookenlyn was also the place where the fighting first spread, and his convoy had passed by that place not far from that town, but by that time the city had long since disappeared from the map, and there were some rumors that it was one of the worst destroyed places, and that many aspiring men had volunteered to join the army at that time, and there were also heavy casualties.

"And your mother?" he said naturally, and immediately regretted what could happen to his parents for a child who had suffered and nearly died in the cold countryside.

"One day, she suddenly disappeared and I never saw her again. ”

The bearded man's heart was cold again, it turned out that he was a poor child abandoned by his last relatives. He looked at the gluttonous boy in front of him, unconsciously overlapping with his own child's figure, some tears, he wanted to reach out and touch the child's head, but found that it was not his own child, just a boy who met on the first day, and his vigilance against him may not have been completely eliminated.

Again, the hand reached into the air and retracted it.

"I am a wandering merchant, and with a few companions, forming a convoy of uncertain survival, passing by," the man roughly introduced his origins, "and said that the convoy was all uncertain, and in fact only the last batch of horses and a cart remained." ”

The boy glanced quietly, and just as the man's arm was withdrawn, he glanced at the torn armpit of his clothes, and saw a pattern woven into his undergarment, a cluster of blue roses.

He just nodded, which was a response to the man's introduction, so the man felt that the boy still had some respect, thinking that he was probably the child of some upper-class family in Brookenwood.