Chapter 892, the mourning scene of the ruined city

Walking on the streets, everywhere you look, there are broken and faded red and scorched buildings, and there are still blood stains and mud that have not been cleaned up in many corners, as if countless unjust souls are trapped in those broken walls and ruins, unable to escape, and constantly letting out a strong and desperate roar in those shadows.

In a war, Chang'an doesn't know how many people died and how many happy families were destroyed.

Even after a month, many parts of Chang'an City are still as if they had just ended the war, and there are not many people on the streets, but there are waves of soldiers patrolling the streets. The whole city was like a cold black cloud, lifeless and lifeless.

Luo Xiaocheng turned a few street corners, and suddenly saw that there were suddenly more people around, and a large number of refugees flocked to the same place. Luo Xiaocheng stood in the middle of the road, and in just a moment, he was hit seven or eight times. However, he has a strong foundation in him, and how can those weak refugees be able to defeat him. Bumped into him and fell to the ground.

These people seemed to be in a hurry, and even if they fell to the ground, they didn't care, they rolled over and got up and ran away as fast as they could. Luo Xiaocheng felt curious, so he approached with the flow of people.

After turning half a street, I finally saw the destination of these people. It turned out that the official family was distributing relief porridge. The porridge bucket was already full of people, airtight, and everyone raised their hands high, clutching the broken bowl in their hands tightly. The eyes were filled with primal anticipation. When a scoop of gruel falls into his bowl, it seems that he has received the best reward in the world.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, line up one by one!" an officer and soldier maintained order, but it didn't seem to work very well here. People are still desperately trying to squeeze into the porridge bucket to get the only food that can keep them alive.

Luo Xiaocheng watched from afar, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart. These people live in Chang'an, and even if they were not rich before, they will not even be able to eat. Now he has to fight so hard for a little gruel.

War has taken away everything they have, and if there is no war in the world, this capital city will be so happy.

Luo Xiaocheng was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a weak cry in his ears. When I turned my head, I saw a little girl standing on the side of the road, her clothes were loosely folded, and it was obvious that the clothes of adults were temporarily worn on her body. At this time, he was crying sadly, tears flowed down his cheeks, and when he wiped his fleshy little hand, his black face suddenly became unshapely.

"Mother, mother, I'm hungry woo woo"

Outside the crowd of porridge, a woman was desperately squeezing inside, but within a few moments she would be squeezed out again, unstable and falling to the ground. But the woman didn't give up at all, picked up the broken bowl on the floor and squeezed it again. However, how she was thin and squeezed past those strong men, the result can still be imagined.

"Lian'er, wait for my mother to get you food, don't run around. The female ** shouted, squeezing into the crowd, shouting: "Please let me go, my daughter hasn't eaten for two days, I beg you." ”

"It's not like my son hasn't eaten in two days!"

"My mother is going to starve to death!

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a man elbowed her out. The woman fell so hard that the broken bowl in her hand was shattered. She turned over suddenly, picked up the broken porcelain piece in her hand with trembling hands, and cried for a while.

However, no one cared about her, and there was still chaos in front of the soup kitchen. In a short time, when there were fewer and fewer people, the woman wiped away her tears and squeezed them in again. This time she finally squeezed in, but the porridge had already been distributed.

The people who did not receive the porridge wept and cursed and left, and the soldiers who gave the porridge were already preparing to pack up and leave. The woman hurriedly ran over, grabbed a soldier's shirt, and wailed: "Master, you are good, my daughter has not eaten for two days, she is hungry, and she can't eat much as a child." Please give me more. ”

The soldier showed her the empty bucket in his hand and said, "It's all gone, big sister, come early tomorrow." ”

The woman held the empty bucket and said, "And, yes, there's a little bit in it, you pour it to me." She pointed to the few grains of rice on the wall of the bucket and said excitedly. The soldier looked at her pitifully, and said, "All right, bring your bowl." ”

The woman touched her body, and suddenly remembered that her bowl had been broken, she hurriedly got up, and said solemnly: "Master Jun, you wait for me, I'll get it, I'll come back immediately!"

The two soldiers also had a good conscience, so they waited for her to come back, but after waiting for half a pillar of incense, the woman still did not come back, and if she waited any longer, she was afraid that she would miss the time of the errand, and she had no choice but to pack up the empty barrel and leave.

Shortly after the two soldiers left, the woman came out of the corner again, bleeding from a long cut on her face. In the moments when she ran out, another man rushed out behind her, chasing her with a long plank in his hand.

Suddenly, the woman tripped over a broken brick under her feet and fell to the ground, but the moment she landed, she clung to what she was in her arms. The man behind him chased after him, lifted the wooden board and smashed it on her, scolding: "Stinky woman, you have to grab even a bowl, you are impatient!"

The woman screamed and shrunk into a ball. The man had no mercy, picked up the board and was about to hit it, but suddenly, he only felt a force holding the board in his hand, and he couldn't move at all. As soon as the man turned around, he saw a large, one-armed man standing behind him.

The strength in Luo Xiaocheng's hand was slightly, and he snatched the wooden board in the man's hand, and threw it casually, and the wooden board was actually pierced into a pillar on the side of the street. The man was so stunned that he was so frightened that he ran away, and disappeared as soon as he smoked.

The woman got up from the side of the road, and without saying thank you, she turned and ran, but after a moment she stopped, and suddenly she turned her head and asked in horror, "What about them?"

"They're gone, and they have to go back. Luo Xiaocheng said calmly.

The lady slowly knelt down, tears pouring down her eyes. "They said they would wait for me, and her father also said that he would not leave us orphans and widows, they are all liars, they are all liars!!"

Luo Xiaocheng sighed, and saw the little girl who had been crying on the side of the road slowly came over, and the woman hugged her and said, "Lian'er, I'm sorry, my mother knows that you are hungry, but my mother can't help it, if you are too hungry, you can bite your mother's meat and eat it." The woman rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her elbows.

When the little girl heard this, she began to cry again. Luo Xiaocheng couldn't help but be extremely surprised when he heard what the woman said, although he had heard of inhumane cannibalism in wartime before, but he couldn't imagine it after all. However, such a sentence came out of the mouth of a mother, which is really the cruelest warmth in the world.

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Girl, there is a place to sell food around here. ”

The woman shook her head and said, "No, there is no food to sell in Chang'an City, and even if there are some that are sold, no one can afford to buy them." ”

Luo Xiaocheng nodded, groped around on his body for a long time, and suddenly touched some rice balls. Or some delicate snacks made by the ship's owner. He admired the moon alone at night, so he brought some with him. It's a pity that there is some fishy smell, and he is not used to eating it. That's where it comes in handy.

Luo Xiaocheng squatted down, stretched out his hand and handed over a ball: "Good girl, don't eat your mother's meat, eat this, you won't be hungry after eating." ”

The little girl was stunned, and slowly glanced at the woman, and the woman nodded, and the little girl grabbed the ball and devoured it.

In normal times, this kind of courtesy of nothing to do, ordinary people will think about whether it will be poisonous, but at this time she has no such idea at all, maybe filling her stomach is more important than dying of poisoning.

"Thank you, Eun Gong. I don't know what to call you. The woman asked with a deep bow to him.

Luo Xiaocheng shook his head and said, "This is not necessary." The child is still young and can't stand those cruel things. Life is difficult, but you still have to live. After this time, it will definitely get better. He took out a small money bag, stuffed it into the woman's hand, and said, "This is a little bit of broken silver, if you give too much, you will be robbed after all, and this should be enough for your mother and daughter to live for a while, so keep it." ”

The woman had taken a bulging money bag, about thirty or forty taels of silver, which was already a lot of money for ordinary people, even before the war.

The woman hurriedly pushed but said, "As long as the child has something to eat, we don't need so much money, you better keep it yourself." ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "This money will always be useful, and the money in troubled times is more precious, so keep it well." He smiled, squatted down again, stretched out his hand to wipe the little girl's face, and said, "Your name is Lian'er, right?"

The little girl shook her head and nodded, and Luo Xiaocheng said: "Lian'er should be well-behaved, don't cry in the future, otherwise my mother should be in a hurry." When you grow up, be filial to your mother. Uncle is leaving. ”

The little girl nodded, leaned in and hugged him, a faint childishness came into his mind, and Luo Xiaocheng only felt a burst of warmth.

"Will Uncle come to see me in the future?" asked the little girl weakly. Luo Xiaocheng pinched her fleshy little face and said, "It will definitely be, the end of the world will meet everywhere." Child, when you grow up, don't just remember the evil in people's hearts, but also remember the good in this world. ”

The little girl didn't seem to understand very much, she was confused, Luo Xiaocheng touched her head with a smile, stood up, turned around and left.

Along the way, such a bleak scene was completely overwhelming, Luo Xiaocheng helped a few people, and just happened to arrive in Xishi by the way.

This place is no longer as prosperous as it once was, it is deserted, the streets are full of broken bricks and tiles, and the only sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the slight sound of rubble under your feet is the only way to walk on the street. After a while, he stopped and stopped walking, and when he looked up, it was already the "Five Lakes Restaurant." ”