Disaster relief camp, evening, sunny.

"Xiao Yan! Elder Huiren said that there is no food to eat tonight! There is no food! Food has to be saved by people!"

Xiao Yue'er touched her little belly and poked her little head in and said.

"Bastard Elder, I'll talk about him! No matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter to the child......" Xiao Yan shook his head, and just wanted to stand up, but found that it was dark in front of him, and he almost fainted.

He hadn't eaten for three days, and he had eaten some rice bran in his last meal.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, it's okay...... I still have biscuits from my mother...... Why don't we share it!"

Xiao Yue'er sensibly pulled the corner of Xiao Yan's clothes, handed over a biscuit and said.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat, children need to eat more to grow their bodies." Xiao Yan shook his head with a smile, and then sat down and continued to practice calligraphy.

"Do you really not eat it?" okay......" Xiao Yue'er looked down at the crooked fonts on the paper seriously, lowered her head and took a bite of the biscuit, and asked suspiciously: "Xiao Yan, what are you writing?"

"Hah...... Xiao Yue'er is ...... well behaved I'll teach you to recite poetry......" Xiao Yan held Xiao Yue'er in his arms, pointed to the words on the white paper and said, "Read with me, Spring ...... Seed...... One...... Grain...... Su ......"

"Spring ...... Seed...... One...... What do you do next?"

"A grain of millet ......"

"Oh...... A Grain of Tree ......"

"Su!"

"Tree!"

“......”

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Under the dim oil lamp, a gentle breeze blows.

The boy occasionally bent down and said something out of tune, while the little girl always stared at the big curious eyes and asked why.

......

As we enter August, the cries of summer cicadas become much less......

Xiao Yan ...... Actually, I used to have an older brother too...... But he has more hair than Xiao Yan's......" Xiao Yue'er raised her head and looked at Xiao Yan's chin and said.

"......" Xiao Yan.

"Brother, he loves me very much...... Xiao Yue'er did something wrong...... Daddy scolded me...... My brother stepped forward to help me......"

"Hmm......" Xiao Yan nodded and didn't speak.

"It was the previous year, and there was a famine...... A lot of people died...... At that time, my brother also liked to hold me like Xiao Yan...... Teach me to read poetry...... But ......" Xiao Yue'er's voice was very small, her voice became a little hoarse, and the more she spoke, the slower she became: "Daddy said, my brother is the most powerful person in the world, and he was admitted to Xiucai at a young age......"

Xiao Yan didn't speak, just gently touched Xiao Yue'er's head.

"Last year, my father was very rich, but food became more and more expensive, but fortunately, my father sold the land and at least had enough to eat...... But my brother is not convinced...... Find those who sell food to ...... theory" Xiao Yue'er's voice trembled a little, and continued: "As a result, I didn't come back, and the next day, my father and mother cried...... Said that my brother went to another place......"

"Okay, don't talk about it...... Why is the little kid so verbose...... Like an old woman...... Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to help Xiao Yue'er wipe her tears.

"But, Xiao Yan, I know...... My brother is dead...... I didn't actually sleep that night...... My brother didn't tell me a story to put me to sleep, and I couldn't sleep...... I watched my father and mother carry my brother back...... My brother was covered in blood...... They also dug a pit and buried my brother......"

Xiao Yue'er wiped a handful of tears, and then said, "But I miss my brother so much...... And mom and dad kiss them...... They went to another place too, right?"

Xiao Yan rubbed Xiao Yue'er's little head, didn't speak, just pursed his lips, as if holding back tears, and responded: "Hmm." ”

"Xiao Yan, you are very similar to my brother......"

"Okay, I'll tell you a story later......"

"Hmm. ”

"Come, do you still read poetry?"

"Read!"

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"Autumn ...... Harvest...... Ten thousand...... ...... Sub ......"

“......”

"Xiao Yan, I can read it...... I'll read it to you......" Xiao Yue'er stood on the table angrily, holding the page that Xiao Yan had written.

"Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

Xiao Yue'er tilted her little head and asked, "How is it? Xiao Yue'er is smart, right? Xiao Yan, did you write this poem?"

"Copy!" Xiao Yan said without even thinking about it.

"And what does this poem mean?"

"Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. In other words, if you sow a seed in the spring, you can harvest a lot of grain in the fall. Xiao Yan explained.

"Wow...... Is this talking about Daddy? My Daddy used to grow a lot of land......

"Well, there is no idle field in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death, these two sentences mean that there is not a single field in the world that is not cultivated, but there are still farmers who are hungry...... Well...... So the hard-working farmers live and work in peace......"

"Haha...... That's great...... Xiao Yan wrote a good poem......"

"Yes! It's a good poem!" Xiao Yan sighed and said, "Yes......, it's a good poem!" Xiao Yan sighed.

"Xiao Yan, aren't you happy?"

"No...... All right...... Xiao Yue'er...... It's time for you to go to sleep......" Xiao Yan said as he hugged Xiao Yue'er.

"But I have a little pain in my stomach, maybe I ate too many biscuits...... I still don't want to sleep!I still want to listen to Xiao Yan's story......" Xiao Yue'er shook her head.

"Okay......" Xiao Yan nodded and said.

"Okay...... Xiao Yan, what story are you going to tell?" Xiao Yue'er said excitedly, clapping her palms.

"Hmm......" Xiao Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "Snow White." ”

"What kind of story is this, I haven't heard it...... Great......"

"Once upon a time...... There was a beautiful princess ......."

The night was getting deeper and the breeze was blowing.

As the little girl's breathing slowly intensified.

The little monk's voice gradually became weaker, and it was only when the little girl fell asleep that he sighed, walked to the table, and began to write something.

The grass in the camp swayed slightly, and there were occasional cries of pain from inside and outside the city.

Probably another farmer starved to death......

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In the early morning of the second day, a faint light shone through the window, shining on the bald head of the little monk.

The little monk estimated that he was too tired from writing last night, so he fell asleep directly on the table.

Chen Shuwan came over very early, stretched out her hand to wake up Xiao Yan, but her hand was halfway out but retracted.

"Huh......"

But at this moment, Chen Shuwan caught a glimpse of a white paper full of words on the table, and suddenly said in surprise.

What is this written?

Chen Shuwan walked over and slowly picked up the piece of paper, frowning.

The words are too ugly...... It's hard to identify......

"Hmm...... Is this a poem?" Chen Shuwan frowned and looked at Xiao Yan suspiciously.

But the guy was drooling.

"Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

Chen Shuwan finished reading the poem in one go, and couldn't help frowning, turned her head to look at Xiao Yan again, and muttered, "Hmph, little lewd thief...... Still a little bit capable...... But...... This poem...... Alas...... There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death...... It's really ......"

Chen Shuwan slowly put down the paper, walked to Xiao Yan's side, looked at his side blankly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's so good-looking......"

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Two hours later.........

The little monk yawned, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

"Ah......h

Screams came from the camp, it was Chen Shuwan's voice.

"Little whore!

Chen Shuwan's face turned pale, tears fell down her face, and her hands kept pushing Xiao Yan.

"What's wrong?"

"Quick, go in and have ......a look," Chen Shuwan pointed to the room and shouted.

"What......" Xiao Yan had no choice but to wipe his saliva and walked in reluctantly.

......

At the same time, the sky suddenly darkened and it rained heavily.

Silenced some of the cries......

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