In the disaster relief camp, in the evening, the sunset illuminates the sheds red, as if they have been roasted by fire.

"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 only eaten some rice bran for the most recent meal.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, it's okay...... I still have biscuits from my mother...... Xiao Yue'er knows, everyone has nothing to eat...... So ......"

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...... But Xiao Yue'er is really hungry......" 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...... What's this...... 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, and 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......

It's almost autumn......

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.

"Daddy said, my brother is the most powerful person in the world, and he was admitted to Xiucai at a young age......" Xiao Yue'er's voice was very small, her voice became a little hoarse, and the more she spoke, the slower her speech became: "But last year, there was also 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 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...... Do you know? Brother, he said that the more powerful the person, the greater the responsibility...... So, find those who sell food to theorize ......" 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 good place...... You won't be hungry in that place...... That's nice...... Xiao Yan, do you like places like that?"

"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 good 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!"

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

“......”

......

The sound of chanting poetry sounded again......

After a while......

"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...... Then when the grain is ripe, Xiao Yue'er will also help......"

"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 do you want to tell?Yanzi's story?or the little white snake?" Xiao Yue'er clapped her palms excitedly and said.

"Hmm...... I won't know any of this......" Xiao Yan pondered for a while, and then said, "I'll tell you about 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.

It's still a little unbearable......

"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......"

Chen Shuwan shook her head, and walked to the room: "Xiao Yue'er, the sun is drying your buttocks, don't sleep lazy, you know?"

......

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.

Chen Shuwan pushed Xiao Yan and walked into the house.

“......”

......

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

The sound of the rain drowned out some of the weeping......

The farmer's cry......

Xiao Yan's cry ......

And also...... The sound of heavy rain ......

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The light of the morning sun shined through the window screen and fell on the carpet of the wing room, Qin Xuanxuan had already dressed up and was ready to start the new day's soup kitchen.

I just remembered what Xiao Yan said last time.

"In this case, you can't treat them as human beings. ”

What sad words are these......

There was less and less rice in the granary, and in another day the granary would be empty.

Maybe Xiao Yan was right.

However...... They are human beings after all, and they eat rice bran every day, and they will soon be unable to hold on.

I have to give them a way to live.

Refugees crowded in front of the soup kitchen, just to get a bowl of rice porridge as light as water.

At the rice bran stall next door, I only saw Xiao Yan distributing rice bran to the refugees with an expressionless face, but I didn't see the little girl jumping around, but Chen Buqun and Chen Shuwan came over to help.

The food was quickly distributed, including the unpleasant smell of rice bran.

"Is there really no way but rice bran?" Qin Xuanxuan called Xiao Yan, who was about to push the cart away.

"There is ......" Xiao Yan's voice did not have the same tone as before, and it was a little gray.

"Really?" Qin Xuanxuan was a little surprised, and ran a few steps forward to catch up.

"It's good to have rice bran to eat......" Xiao Yan finally finished his sentence completely.

"Xiao Yan! they ...... They don't deserve to be treated like this...... They're going to die......"

Qin Xuanxuan rushed forward, grabbed Xiao Yan and said.

"Are you bothered?!It's your business! I'm happy to share the rice bran, and they're happy to eat it!"

Xiao Yan suddenly turned around, glanced at Qin Xuanxuan fiercely and said.

"Yes...... That's human life!"

Qin Xuanxuan didn't give in at all, but she found that there seemed to be something different about this little monk.

But after a closer look, I feel that there is no difference except for the difference in my face.

"I'm just saving their lives! You have the ability, you can continue to distribute your porridge! You won't have food the day after tomorrow, right?" Xiao Yan raised his finger and pointed at the surrounding victims, and said word by word: "What should they do?

"You ......" Qin Xuanxuan was speechless for a moment.

"This is their fate! If they don't save themselves, no one can save them!"

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, and then pointed his finger at these victims who were grabbing rice bran and shouted.

This caused many victims to turn their heads to look at him, and then continue to line up to grab rice bran.

"Huh...... Look at them......" Xiao Yan chuckled lightly, but tears suddenly flowed down.

"You...... What's wrong?" Qin Xuanxuan was a little at a loss.

Why did this man cry while he was talking? Still a big man...... Why?

Xiao Yan didn't answer, just shook his head, turned around and strode away.

Looking at Xiao Yan's disappearing back, Qin Xuanxuan looked puzzled.

Only Chen Buqun and Chen Shuwan were left to clean up the rest of the stall in place.

"What is he doing?" Qin Xuanxuan asked the Chen family brothers and sisters in confusion.

At this time, she found out that these two people were also listless like Xiao Yan.

"Do you know who Xiao Yue'er is?" Chen Buqun brushed the cauldron a few times, then turned his head and asked.

"I, I know, by the way, what about that well-behaved little girl? Didn't you come over today?" Qin Xuanxuan looked around.

"Don't look for it. Chen Buqun shook his head and said.

"Where did she go?"

"She's dead. ”

Chen Shuwan spoke calmly, but no one noticed that her hands were shaking.

"What did you say?" Qin Xuanxuan asked with wide eyes.

"You've heard that...... Guanyin soil?" Chen Shuwan said, put down the spoon, reloaded a large bucket of rice bran, and beckoned the victims to line up.

"What's that?" Qin Xuanxuan asked.

"Now, look at this cookie. Chen Shuwan threw an ugly biscuit from her arms.

"Well, although it's a little ugly, it should be able to satisfy hunger?" Qin Xuanxuan took a bite, and her face changed and said, "This is a dirt ......"

"It's a very soft sandy soil, and every time there is a famine, some refugees use it to make biscuits and eat them. Guanyin soil, meaning is the food that Guanyin gave them. Chen Shuwan shook her head and continued: "The food has been brought to the victims, Xiao Yue'er only has this biscuit to eat!"

"This ......"

However, Guanyin did not have mercy on the world...... If you eat Guanyin soil, your stomach will keep rising...... Until death...... Do you understand?"

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