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Chapter 149 Who says being raised is not being nurtured?

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The sound of rain is crisp.

The wood burned, making a crackling sound.

Chen An raised his hand and fed it to Ai Lin.

She opened her small mouth obediently, which seemed to be shiny, and her thin lips were even more attractive and rosy.

Luo Cong'an on the side was not to be outdone. As long as he fed Ai Lin once, she would feed Chen An once.

The combination of three people is a bit strange.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, so I naturally let them do whatever they want.

The rain dripped down the eaves, forming a thick rain curtain, which seemed to divide the whole world in half.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping or getting lighter.

The heavy rain is like falling thousands of silver threads.

Somehow, the uneasiness in Chen An's heart became stronger and stronger.

He looked up at the sky.

I saw the gray clouds piled up in the sky, becoming more and more solid and airtight, and the entire sky became much darker.

The clouds seemed to be pressing on people's heads, making them breathless.

Perhaps feeling something strange about him, Ailin followed his gaze.

She looked stunned, with some doubts flashing in her eyes.

"It's a bit...weird."

Luo Cong'an rarely talked back to her, but slowly frowned.

The three of them are not ordinary people.

Their spiritual awareness is naturally more effective than that of most people in the world.

Chen An took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, keep eating."

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly looked up as if he felt something.

It was like a meandering meteor piercing the sky.

Then, their eyes inevitably met.

Those were a pair of pupils that Chen An would never forget.

Full of mania and evil.

On the other hand, it is the most clear blue.

Along with it came boundless malice.

The malice turned into an arrow, hitting the young man between the eyebrows at an unimaginable speed.

A murmur sounded in his ears, as if the god of death was whispering softly.

"younger brother."

"Got you."

The boy's pupils were slightly dilated.

That past that I don’t want to look back on...

After all, there is no avoiding it.

……

……

During the seven years of peace in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was first a severe drought, and then there was a heavy snowfall that was rare in a century.

It snows continuously in March.

Coupled with the constant wars at the border and the court's inaction, everyone in the dynasty was in danger for a while.

Three hundred years after the founding of the country, the Great Zhou Dynasty also ushered in a period of ups and downs.

When Chen An gradually regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was the biting chill coming from under his buttocks.

He trembled subconsciously and opened his eyes.

His eyelids were heavy, as if he were fighting, and there was a feeling of hunger in his stomach.

A pair of white and tender little hands appeared in front of Chen An.

They were a pair of real small hands with exquisite fingers, which looked particularly pale and bloodless in the wind and snow.

Chen An was distracted for a moment.

Because these little hands are his own...

Wait, is this script wrong?

Chen An couldn't help but question the system in his mind.

The system responded quickly and confidently.

“Who says being raised isn’t being raised?”

...?

Chen An slowly typed a question mark.

But he didn't want to think too much, as a noisy shout came from not far away.

The cry was not loud, even feeble, more like a wail.

<divclass="contentadv"> I could only vaguely understand the words 'Thank you, Mr. Wang' and 'Thank you, Miss' mixed in.

Chen An came back to his senses and followed the sound.

I saw between this vast expanse of white sky and earth, a large shed made of thick linen poles.

Under the greenhouse, a group of victims in ragged clothes and sallow faces gathered.

They lined up in a long queue, shaking into chaff in the biting wind and snow.

A wisp of heat visible to the naked eye slowly rose from the greenhouse into the air.

It’s not hard to guess. Most of them are well-meaning people giving away porridge.

Because the faint aroma instantly hooked Chen An's extremely hungry belly.

He frowned, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up.

But it soon failed.

His body was small and his strength was pitiful. Coupled with being hungry and cold, his physical condition was very poor.

Especially now, his small body was still covered with large amounts of wind and snow, with only his upper body barely exposed.

Take a look around.

This is a cold corner of the tall city wall, still some distance away from the greenhouse over there.

Coupled with the wind and snow, I'm afraid even if I try my best to call for help, I won't be able to hear it at all.

And even if you hear it, everyone is like a clay Buddha crossing the river and cannot save themselves. Who would be willing to waste energy to save an unrelated person?

It would be better if I didn't use you as a reserve food.

Feeling the astonishing chill brought by his breath, Chen An felt a little dizzy and chest tight.

But just a few minutes after he woke up, he had the illusion that he was about to die again.

This state is undoubtedly extremely bad.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

The body was covered with a layer of shabby coarse cloth, barely covering the small body, and the exposed fingers were already bruised by the cold.

I'm afraid I'm only six or seven years old now...

He was so weak that he had no ability to save himself.

Then...can we just wait for death like this?

Chen An quickly shook off this idea.

The system definitely won't just leave him alone, it's just a matter of time.

Waiting is not the first time Chen An has done this kind of thing.

But this time, it seemed extremely long.

It is even much longer than the more than ten years of waiting in the first life.

The invisible chill around him was eroding his body crazily.

From the mouth, nose, ears, everywhere.

Even the internal organs seemed to freeze into ice.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and Chen An's eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

The long queue not far away dispersed one by one.

They held the porridge in their hands, wanting to swallow it all in one bite, but at the last moment they gritted their teeth and ate bit by bit.

The porridge is really thin, but at this moment it is the last straw for everyone.

After they finished the porridge, they began to lick the bottom of the bowl again, refusing to let go of any juice.

A certain man who looked 'stronger' finished his drink and then turned his attention to the heads of other victims.

They stared intently, with eager greed in their eyes.

But after glancing at the heavily armed soldiers around the greenhouse, he had no choice but to lick his tongue, hold back, and then staggered back to the corner.

Things like this happen every day outside the city.

The only difference is that the porridge distributed in the greenhouse is getting thinner and thinner.

No one knows whether the wind and snow will pass first or whether the greenhouse will be blown down first.

Under the deathly silence, there was only the roar of the wind and snow.

Chen An's consciousness began to blur.

His breathing also became extremely heavy.

Occasionally, people would pass by him, but they would usually go back to their own place without even looking at them.

Until a fainter popping sound was heard.

It was the sound of feet stepping on the snow and sinking into it.

Immediately afterwards, a small hand, not much bigger than Chen An, stretched out in front of him.

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

"stand up."