"Mom loves Xiaoya very much..."

Xiao Ya finally heard her mother's praise for her, but she was not as happy as she had imagined, because she found that her mother's temperature was slowly cooling down.

She put away the paper her mother had told her to keep safe and opened the door.

"Xiaoya, how is your mother?"

Yu Miao saw that Xiao Ya's face looked strange and the strong smell of blood in the room irritated her nerves, so she didn't ask any more questions.

On the contrary, from Ye Youyou's angle, she could just see Zhao Liping's pale face with her eyes wide open, as if she was terrified by something.

She cried out "Wow--" and screamed with fear.

Run outside regardless of everything.

What on earth is this place? Why are so many people dying...

Upon seeing this, three or five "kind-hearted" neighbors came up and hugged Ye Youyou.

The neighbors are no longer surprised by the new arrivals running away, and helping each other has become a tacit understanding among them.

"Old Wang's family, what are you busy with? People are about to run away!"

"People are going to run away?"

Wang Fugui was eating at his brother's house. When he heard that someone from their family was trying to escape, he ran out immediately.

At first glance, it really is.

Furious, he slapped the little girl in the face: "Are you dead? You can't even keep an eye on the two little girls. If they run away, who will marry your brother?"

Xiaoya didn't say anything after being slapped. She just looked at her father quietly and said, "Mom is gone."

"Left? She's lying down giving birth, where can she go?"

When he realized what was happening, he was horrified and ran to Zhao Liping's room.

I tried her nose and found there was no breath.

Damn, he just went to eat a meal, who would have thought that this woman would be so disappointing.

The neighbors could probably guess what was going on, and most of them went back to their houses, but some eyes were still quietly paying attention to the situation in Lao Wang's house.

Life is so dull, we must find some fun.

While they lamented the impermanence and fragility of life, they were also glad that they were not the ones to die.

When life becomes difficult, the suffering of others can often give you the motivation to live.

Xiao Ya took Ye Youyou from her neighbor's hand and protected her behind her.

Watching Wang Fugui walk over with a knife, the white knife went in and the red knife came out...

She kept cursing her mother: "Damn it, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted towards this bitch. If she had delivered the baby earlier, my son wouldn't have been suffocated to death."

"It's all over, it's all over. Come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

When Xiao Ya saw that he was so indifferent to her mother's death, her heart felt like it had fallen into a well in winter and her body trembled continuously.

"Two people come help me carry it out. It's so hot, it will stink if we leave it there any longer."

Wang Fugui gathered the neighbors and picked a random place to hastily bury Zhao Liping's body.

Throughout the entire process, no one in the village, including women who had similar experiences and fates as Zhao Liping, shed a single tear for her.

Everyone completed the burial "ceremony" with a normal expression.

Her death was like a gust of wind, which only caused ripples in Xiao Ya's heart.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

Yaozu was holding a pancake that came from nowhere in his hand, and looked at the little girl who was crying silently with a puzzled look on his face.

Xiao Ya looked at him calmly, equally puzzled: "Why can't you cry?"

Yaozu scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "I know my mother is dead, but it's not a big deal. If this mother dies, my father will find me a new mother!"

"Ah……"

Xiaoya raised her lips sarcastically: "Is that what you think?"

"Forget it. You won't understand no matter how much I tell you."

Yaozu was not angry when he saw that his sister ignored him.

He turned around and went to look for his grandfather.

He likes it most when someone dies in the village, because every time someone dies he gets to eat delicious food that he can't normally eat!

I don’t know what I can eat this time?

He wants to eat meat!

Yu Miao was somewhat shocked by this world's worldview.

Isn’t this a world ruled by law?

Why has no one known what's happening here for all these years?

Do they still have a chance to escape?

Yu Miao saw Xiao Ya's reaction clearly and felt very sorry for the girl.

"You...if you feel uncomfortable, you can cry out loud."

Xiao Ya shook her head.

Her mother told her to be strong.

"I'll go with you later to see...your mother's location."

"no need."

Xiao Ya refused again.

Yu Miao didn't know what she meant. He didn't need to go to see Zhao Liping's location or have her accompany him.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to get some food."

.

In this small village the size of a palm, several generations of people live densely together.

The news that Wang's daughter-in-law had a difficult delivery spread like wildfire, and almost everyone knew about it.

Seeing a little girl coming to beg for food, few people would refuse.

"Xiao Ya, even though your mother is gone, we neighbors will take care of you. As long as we have dinner, you won't be short of food."

"Yes, yes. I have watched your child grow up. How can I watch you suffer?"

"We and your mother are old friends! If you have any difficulties, just ask."

……

They spoke to each other with such sincerity and touching feelings.

Staring at Xiaoya's face, trying to see an expression of gratitude on her face.

Knowing this, Xiaoya just gave them a bland smile: "Thank you, aunties."

The things have already been delivered halfway, and it would be embarrassing to take them back now.

But I felt reluctant to give it to her like this, looking at her dazed face.

Isn't this an ungrateful person who is wasting all the food?

Xiao Ya didn't give them a chance to refuse. She took the steamed buns, bowed to them and left.

This made the ladies who were almost moved by him feel a little embarrassed.

"Humph, she's eating for free and still acting so arrogant, just like her dead tomboy mother!"

They had just walked a short distance, only about forty or fifty meters, when Yu Miao heard their cursing and couldn't help frowning.

But Xiao Ya seemed not to hear it and was not affected at all.

Break the bun into three even pieces.

His eyes seemed to have a little light: "Eat it quickly! This is a fresh steamed bun!"

Ye Youyou smelled the aroma of the steamed buns just out of the pot and took a big bite.

But because I hadn't drunk water for a long time and the weather was so hot, the steamed bun felt like a dry sponge in my mouth and was difficult to swallow.

She threw the unpalatable food directly on the ground like she usually did at home: "I don't want to eat these things, I want to go home, I want to find my mother!"

"long!"

Yu Miao knew how precious food was, and he knew even more how rare it was for Xiao Ya to have such a clean steamed bun.

Even though he knew Ye Youyou was just a child, he couldn't help but want to teach her a lesson at this moment.

“Didn’t your kindergarten teacher teach you to cherish food?”

Ye Youyou was so scared that she shrank behind Xiaoya.

Xiao Ya picked up the steamed bun with some heartache, blew away the dust, and then gave her clean share to Ye Youyou.

"It's okay, you can still eat."

Seeing this, Yu Miao didn't know what to say.

Xiaoya looked up at the sky and said, "It's hard to swallow a steamed bun without food. I'll take you to find a river."

“Is there a river nearby?”

"Ah."

"Very good……"

Xiao Ya looked at Yu Miao's unconcealable joy and suddenly had an idea.

Mom said that this note should be given to outsiders.

Aren’t these two ready-made outsiders?

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