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It’s been half a month since he was separated from his family by those fleeing from famine. The flames of war outside didn’t stop for a moment. He didn’t know how he survived. During the past half month, he was constantly looking for his own life. family, but nothing.

Dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles all over the floor, corpses everywhere, he knelt on the street full of corpses and rummaged for food, he didn't dare to stand up, those murderers would never let anyone go.

"boom--"

The whistling shells dragged a long ray of light through the darkness, and the bullets shot out from every dark corner, thick smoke and people and creatures fleeing chaotically everywhere, and the corpses at the feet were piled up in disorder, facing Looking left and right, some officers were stabbing randomly with knives. He didn't dare to make a sound, and lay quietly among those dead people.

Not far away, the green battalion had an arrow stuck in their right arm, slashing at the attacking enemy with their unskilled left hand, with hideous faces, loud roars, and even bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

He was trembling with fright, covering his mouth to avoid making a sound, his body could not bear the hail of bullets, he used the dead to cover himself, the blood flowing on his body was so hot, it burned his skin, it hurt so much His tears and snot dripped alternately.

He didn't know where he came from, but this place seemed to be safer than his own home. There were still people who spoke languages ​​from other places running amok and robbing the streets unscrupulously.

He knelt a lot, his legs didn't seem to be his own, and he couldn't stand up at all, so these strange people didn't make it difficult for him. He probably regarded him as a dead person!

"No, please let my child go, I only have him."

The woman begged the leg of the blond officer, who was holding a crying child in his hands.

He couldn't wait to crawl to the source of the familiar voice, it seemed to be his mother, he wasn't sure because everyone's voices were so similar since the war.

"My lord, please spare my child—"

"This kid is really ignorant, if he hadn't thrown stones at these officers, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

Passers-by whispered carefully for fear that the intruders would understand them.

When he approached, the bayonet penetrated into the woman's head and picked up the whole scalp. The bright red blood spurted out. The woman held on to the officer's leg and called out the child with her last breath. The child seemed to be thrown into the woman's arms. In the hospital, the woman seemed to be comforted and lay down in a pool of blood.

"No, no..."

He saw clearly that it was his younger brother and that was his mother. He shouted, but the ruthless bayonet cut his brother in half, one half was picked on the bayonet and the other half was held by his mother in her arms.

"Ah mother - full..."

As he moved forward, his hands were covered with the blood of his relatives. He hugged his younger brother's bloody upper body and dragged his internal organs to climb to his mother's side. The intruder raised his bayonet.

"Wait a minute, this is my man."

How could the intruder listen to the Chinese, but the Chinese around the intruder also stopped him, and said in fluent English: "This is Master He Er, Price also respects three points."

The invading officer put down his gun and hugged his mother and younger brother tightly, but his body fell backwards, and his fingers left long bloodstains on the rough road.

"Mother—mother."

"The most important thing is to live in the moment."

A pair of big hands with sharp bones soothed his head, and his mood finally calmed down a bit.

"Mother is gone, Man Man is gone."

Even though he watched that scene happen, he didn't shed a tear, he grabbed those big hands and rubbed them vigorously.

"Mother is gone, Man Man is gone, Man Man is so young, Man Man is only two years old..."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"Mother is gone, Manman is gone~"

All he said was this sentence, and he couldn't see anything with his eyes.

His legs couldn't walk, so the second young master picked him up and took him home, he went to his husband to treat him, but there were only a few words in his mouth all the time, that is Niang and Manman.

"What happened to him, doctor?"

"Seeing him like this is probably deeply irritated, causing him to become insane and obsessed. I'll prescribe some prescriptions for you."

"His legs?"

"His legs and feet are fine, but he kneeled too much and lay down too much, so the blood accumulated and agglomerated. Sick, eh."

"It's better to be obsessed than to know everything."

"The old man will leave first! Young master, madam, this old man will leave now."

The doctor bowed to the two and packed up the things he had brought.

"Thank you, doctor."

The doctor bowed and left the room.

"Zijing, why did you bring a fool back? You can learn from your elder brother and do something for the family."

It is already difficult to survive in this troubled world, not to mention raising an idler. It is normal that his mother can't see it, but he disagrees with this so-called doing things for the family.

"Mom, you can let me do whatever you want, please don't let me follow father and elder brother, how can I help a foreign country to bring harm to the people when the country is in crisis."

Now that the people are in dire straits, he can't help and absolutely can't stab again. Now that he is humiliating a man, how can he do something that humiliates the country and the people again.

"If Zijing doesn't vote for a foreign country at this time, we will be displaced like those people outside. Not to mention anything else, even the current emperor and queen mother have left this dawn and the people have run away. How can we not think about ourselves? Without your father and elder brother Colluding with a foreign country is not as easy as it is now, how can you bring people home, you are more knowledgeable than your elder brother, if..."

"Mom, I'm tired and I want to rest."

"Hey~ That's fine, you can be safe and sound if you don't ask about your father and elder brother."

He Zijing's big hands comforted the bony body on the bed, his mother closed the door without saying anything, and told those outside not to let the second young master run around.

"Mother, Man Man, Second Young Master."

The person on the bed was finally a little tired, his tired eyes opened and closed, he was muttering something, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

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This is a short BL story, it’s not very good but I want to write _(??`”∠)__