The end has come

There were still scattered fine raindrops in the sky, and the small puddles on the ground splashed circle after circle of ripples. Uncle Hong had covered the piles of dry firewood with a piece of plastic sheeting. Even if it is enough to cover a corner, it is still possible to pick some dry firewood from the middle that has not been wet by the rain, and safely carry the dry firewood into the house and place it at the stove door.

The sky was still gloomy, with dark clouds hovering over the sky, as if they were about to fall down.

An Ran chose a room far away, it was already morning, but it was no different from night, An Ran lit a few candles next to the cauldron in the farmhouse, looked around and opened the window closest to him , Aunt Ping carefully tidied up all the kitchen utensils here, he only needs to do it.

There is still a lot of pork in the room that I bought at the beginning, pork tenderloin, black fungus, eggs, three things can be used to make fish-flavored shredded pork.

Slice the tenderloin and blanch it in water. This is to soak the blood in the meat, drain the water and marinate it with a little salt and cooking wine, then put the egg white and mix well, and finally put the dry starch and seal it with a little oil to ensure that the pork will not Depulp, soak red pepper, remove seeds and chop, cut winter bamboo shoots and fungus into shreds, blanch in boiling water, set aside and drain for later use.

Anran lowered his head and added a handful of firewood, drained the water in the pot, washed his hands and added the seasoning sauce, when the oil was put into the pot and boiled until it was half ripe, he added pickled peppers and shredded pork, and splashed oil on Anran's In his hands, he couldn't help but "hiss" because of the pain, resisting the continuous splashing of oil, and immediately put in the onion, ginger and garlic to fry until fragrant, while stirring with a shovel, he added a fire from time to time, Put in bamboo shoots and shredded fungus in a hurry, pour in the sauce, and quickly stir fry a few times to get out of the pan.

Put a dish on a plate and put it aside, An Ran hurried outside, breathed in the dull air outside as if she was saved, after a while, An Ran finally felt alive, looked at the black on her hand, was silent for a while, then turned around I'm going to go in again, one dish is enough for anyone.

There was movement in the space, An Ran quickly walked two steps to the inside of the kitchen, a large living person suddenly appeared beside him, Anchi Yufu smelled an indescribable smell as soon as he came out of the space, in front of him was a burning pot, a plate The dish whose color could not be seen was still emitting heat from one side, An Chiyu turned his head to the side and was about to say something, but before he could speak, the whole person fell silent.

There was a suppressed chuckle amidst the crackling firewood, An Ran washed her hands, not knowing why, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Suddenly there was a clean white towel in his hand. After wiping his hands, An Ran was about to throw it back into the space, but was dragged away by An Chiyu. An Ran looked up at the face of the person in front of him. This handsome face really didn't matter how many times he looked at it. It won't get boring.

Especially now, the perennially deep and unpredictable eyes are full of smiles at this moment, and the soft brows give people an illusion of warmth, and it looks like a big brother next door.

An Chiyu looked at the younger brother in front of him, his face was black and white, the porcelain white skin was in stark contrast to the black, but he didn't know how to wash his face while washing his hands, it was really funny to watch.

When An Chi's royal towel wiped An Ran's face, An Ran looked at the blackness on the towel and was silent for two seconds, grabbed the towel, and after washing his face, the choking air in the room was almost gone, so he could prepare the second one. dish.

An Ran is not used to the pots used by farmers, he already admires himself for being able to light a fire, but he cooks by himself, and someone has to add fire to him, and this person, An Ran, turned his head and looked at the person beside him who was still cooking. someone who hangs out.

If you want to eat, you should experience it yourself, right?

"Big brother."

An Chiyu turned around and asked with his eyes.

"Will it add fire?"

An Chiyu was silent, looking at him in surprise.

An Ran kicked a handful of wooden branches that were about to burn out, with an innocent and pitiful face, and there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes, those blue eyes were washed more clearly by the tears, and his figure was reflected in his eyes.

An Chiyu's heart softened suddenly, "How old are you yet to learn how to cry?"

It was rare to see him speak so softly, but An Ran didn't understand the true meaning of these words, when did he cry? ?I rubbed my eyes, it was really choking.

Someone stoked the fire for him, An Ran only needed to chop and stir-fry vegetables, and immediately felt a lot more relaxed. He wanted to cook something delicious for everyone today, but now it seems that he can cook the vegetables well.

While cooking, An Ran stared at An Chiyu, who was adding fire beside him, with his eyes focused on the fire, his red face reflected by the fire.

Common crops such as potatoes and cabbage are the most indispensable in the farmyard, so Anran plans to keep everything simple, cut potatoes into slices, soak them in salt water, pour oil in the pot, drain the potato slices, and rinse with boiled water Pour into the pot without covering the ingredients.

"Brother, Xiao Huo, I'm going to collect the juice."

Anchi Yu paused for a moment, and put down the branch on his hand, as if the pause button had been pressed on his whole body.

An Ran watched the fire burn the juice dry, quickly squeezed An Chiyu away, separated the firewood from the fire to both sides, got up and picked up the plate to serve the dishes.

An Chiyu was pushed aside, stood up and silently walked away from the fire source before stopping.

Another plate of unrecognizable dishes came out of the pot. An Ran wanted to say that this was not his level. Carl, who had been lying on his stomach by the door, suddenly stood up and looked outside vigilantly. An Ran followed it to see that it was An Shixi And Anbei, why did the two of them come back?

An Chiyu stood at the door, the two of them were stunned when they were about to step into the house, and walked over, "Sir, those villagers have brought the injured back and arranged them in the same room, and the ankles were tied in Shanghai. No rope, and there are people guarding the door.”

When extinguishing the fire, the husband told them both to pay attention to the injured villagers. It is more difficult to deal with those who are neighbors or those who are about to be lost according to the attitude of these people who catch the zombies and do not kill them. I have been paying close attention to how the village chief will arrange these injured villagers.

But what surprised them was that the decision made by the village chief was to lock the injured in the room, and those injured refused. Even if some family members disagreed, they finally listened to the village chief. What surprised Anbei the most was that they seemed to be very skilled without any panic.

On the way back, as if the injured person knew what would happen to him, he kept crying and arguing all the way, and the elderly, women and children who came back after hiding outside the village converged.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and then the village chief didn't know what to say to the family members who were stalking and beating, and the scene was brought under control, and the two of them rushed back only now.

An Chiyu nodded, and the two of them looked dusty, "Well, I see."

"Brother Bei, you two, take a shower and sleep, there is hot water in the pot."

Anbei's nose was already blocked by the smell of roasted meat, and he couldn't smell anything. The clothes of the two were stuck to their bodies by the rain, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

When the two left, An Ran touched Carl's head, looked at the people walking hurriedly at the gate of the courtyard, and asked An Chiyu: "If the injured person changes...Brother, will those villagers trouble us?"

Although it is for everyone's benefit to burn the zombies in the back mountain, but now that other people are not injured, but their family members turned into walking corpses, it is inevitable that they will not feel resentful.

This place was already remote, with a small number of people and a high cohesion. If they hated these outsiders like them, they might be ready to face the villagers of the entire village.

An Chiyu glanced at him, "No, that village chief will not manage his villagers well, not to mention that we all have guns, even if those people want to do something, the village chief who knows the current affairs will not allow."

An Ran nodded, he didn't have to think so much with his elder brother around, the sky was covered with more and more dark clouds, and there was not a single gap in the sky covered by the heavy gray and black.

The patter of rain was hitting the glass, and the sound became more and more intense. An Ran pulled her eldest brother back into the house, and saw raindrops coming in from the air-venting window, so she quickly closed it, and the bright candle light flickered in the house.

Even the rain can't stop people from eating, so they have to continue to do it. An Ran picked vegetables, stood by the pot, and looked at An Chiyu.

The two of them looked at each other, the rejection in An Chiyu's eyes was too obvious, An Ran couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to, thinking he was not suitable for this, he said as if giving up; "I will do it myself."

The appointment cracked open the egg shell, and the transparent egg liquid wrapped the egg yolk and flowed into the bowl. It was the first time that he realized that cooking was such a tortured thing. I hope it will not cast a shadow on him.

"Sir, young master."

Aunt Ping's voice came from the door, An Ran turned her head, and saw Aunt Ping coming in with clothes on her head, braving the rain.

"Aunt Ping, why did you come here in such a heavy rain, what if you get sick?" An Ran put down the eggshell in her hand and hurried over.

And An Chiyu walked over and closed the door, blocking the cold wind and rain from outside.

Although Aunt Ping's status in An's family looks like a maid on the surface, anyone who is an insider of An's family or has been in An's family for a long time will know Aunt Ping's status. Even An Chiyu, the head of the family, respects her very much. Thinking about it, they should all call Aunt Ping their aunt, but Aunt Ping has been unable to get over the hurdles in her heart, and has completely refused to accept it for so many years.

However, Aunt Ping did grow up watching An Chiyu and An Weifeng. Their mother passed away many years ago, and Aunt Ping has always taken care of them, so the relationship is closer.

"Young master, is this cooking?"

An Ran looked at the messy room, and nodded embarrassedly, "I don't know how to use this pot, and the dishes I made are completely useless. Aunt Ping, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Aunt Ping looked at the dry firewood scattered all over the floor, the messy potato skins were everywhere, only half a branch was left outside the fire that was about to go out, the pot hadn’t been brushed, probably the vegetable soup was stuck to the pot It was boiled dry again, and it looked very much like a battlefield.There was still black ash on the husband's hands, and it was the first time she saw him look a little embarrassed in so many years.

An Ran only heard Aunt Ping chuckle, and the crow's feet on her face became clearer, "Master, there is a gas stove in the kitchen."

An Ran was silent for a while, then unconsciously looked at An Chi Yu, the two looked at each other, and both saw disgust in each other's eyes.

He still has space, why didn't he have space to do it? Because there is no trace of fire, it is easy to be suspected, but there is no need to be so stupid to use a farmer's big pot to cook, and it must be in the morning. Let his IQ be halved, the culprit is the one standing in front of him.

The remaining Aunt Cai Ping said she would do it, but An Ran wanted to help but was kicked out, along with An Chiyu who had washed his hands halfway.

It was still raining outside, and the raindrops slid down the eaves in beads, and there was a sudden cold touch on his face, An Chiyu's unretracted hand stopped on his cheek, he looked up at him, and the other party also bowed his head, two The eyes of the people intertwine again, the blue meets the pitch black, there is nothing in each other's eyes, only the other side.

There was rumbling thunder in the distance, very far away, the sound was dull, and then An Ran saw a flash of light from the other party's eyes, lightning chased the thunder, and then there was another rumbling thunder.

An Ran pulled out her gaze immersed in the darkness, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's thundering, let's go back." The raindrops hit her body, washing away the sadness wrapped in her heart, since it's impossible, don't treat me with this attitude , what if I take it seriously.

Running back to the room quickly, the family's house structure is layer by layer.

From the outside, it looks like a row of houses. Entering from the main entrance, the first one looks like a living room, with only a set of tables, chairs and benches. Passing through the living room is a bedroom, passing through the bedroom is still a bedroom, and the owner of the house can be seen from the layout of the room. It should be a big family, which means four generations live together, and there is a room behind it that looks like a boiler room, so the two entered the living room and found that except for An Bei and An Shiyi who had just gone to bed, the rest of them were almost All woke up.

"An Ran, where did you go to dig coal?"

An Chiyu picked up a towel from the coffee table and wiped his hands, then sat calmly on the chair, soon someone with a discerning eye came over with a teacup.

An Ran also found a place to sit, "Who has gone to dig coal? Second brother, are you sleepwalking?"

An Weifeng nodded, "That's right, I'm sleepwalking."

The light of the flash flashed, An Liu tapped on the phone, and after a few seconds, it was handed to An Jiu, and there was a still photo of the young master talking on it, with a few words written on it, An Jiu one Unable to hold back, he burst out laughing. The people next to him glanced curiously and laughed one after another. There are only small functions such as taking pictures and playing a stand-alone game.

The last mobile phone was handed over to An Chiyu, An Ran saw the corners of his elder brother's mouth rising uncontrollably, and was even more curious in his heart. He leaned over to take a look, and saw that the entire screen of the mobile phone was him.

The rain slid down the cheeks, the top layer of the hair was wet, and there was a big black patch on the face, as well as the hands. There were some words on the top of the photo, "Comrades! I am back from digging coal!"

.safely:"……"

After a few seconds of silence, An Ran went to grab the phone with a groan, but was dodged by An Chiyu who knew in advance, turned off the phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and said to An Liu: "The picture is not bad."

An Ran looked at him resentfully this time, his handsome image was ruined, grabbed a towel and wiped it on his face fiercely, and he said why he was at the door before... So it was because of this, it is rare that the big brother suddenly came with a childlike innocence , Enron swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, the sour blood gathered together with the previous blood, collided, burst out, and the splashed droplets hit the wall of the heart, bursts of pain, and finally returned to calm.

There was nowhere to vent his anger, so of course he had to find a substitute, that's right, the one with the screenshot p expression pack.

Looking at An Liu with a grin on his face, he found that he also looked aggrieved and looked like he was about to cry.

"Why are you wronged?" An Ran asked in surprise.

An Liu stared at An Chiyu with a baby face full of grievances, An Ran's inner alarm was ringing, is there going to be another rival in love?

An Liu sniffed and muttered softly, "My cell phone, my only cell phone."

An Ran: ...You deserve it, let you use my photo as an emoji.

They couldn't go out even on rainy days, so they simply did exercises inside the house, exercising themselves all the time, and maintaining a perfect physical condition. An Jiu and An Shisan still competed in the house. Fortunately, An Bei and An Shi's room was enough. Far, otherwise, you will definitely be woken up and dragged to compete in a daze. After all, Anbei's force value is definitely the first and second among these people. As for why you are not sure, it is because there is another Anchiyu exist.

If you used to feel that you couldn't tell the difference between the winner and the loser, but now with the improvement of space water, An Ran can guarantee that An Bei will be knocked out in minutes.

We ate soon, and Aunt Ping never talked about her cooking skills, and the food cooked in that kind of big pot was better than the one made with gas. Among them, only two dishes were slightly disgusted.

That's right, the two dishes he made were the least chopsticks among all the dishes.

An Ran despised this group of people to the extreme, no one would eat him, and after taking one bite, he remembered how difficult it was for him to cook at that time, and suddenly felt that some of the dishes on this plate were not hot enough, and some dishes that were overcooked were not very good. Unpalatable, and.

"Aunt Ping, are you feeling well today?"

"No? What's the matter?"

An Liu pointed to two dishes that were neither fragrant nor colorful, "The difference in taste is huge, but the young master ate with relish."

Before Aunt Ping could speak, "Is no one eating this?" An Ran said suddenly after taking a bite of a potato.

An Liu picked up his chopsticks, "Is the young master so delicious?" After saying that, he put it in his mouth with a distorted expression, but he still swallowed it.

"Whenever you still dislike the bad food, maybe one day you won't even be able to eat it."

An Chiyu's gentle voice suddenly sounded in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified. Anchi Yu picked up a chopstick of potatoes and put them in the Anran bowl, and continued in a flat voice: "Even now, how many people are hungry and hiding in the trash?" bucket, nibbling on dry bread and guarding against snatching by the people around you, and you..."

An Chiyu looked around at everyone's faces, "Eating cooked food, you can pick which ones are delicious and which ones are not, with a look of disgust. Do you think that the end of the world is nothing more than that? Food is unlimited, clean water is unlimited, and everything is no different from before the end of the world?"

Every time An Chiyu said a word, everyone's heads lowered, and the silence floated on the table. They didn't know who started it, and everyone's chopsticks stretched out towards the two unpalatable dishes. I reached out, only to find it was empty.

"What Mr. taught us is that we haven't escaped from our pre-apocalyptic life, and we won't in the future."

An Ran regretfully looked at the empty plate in front of her, this was a dish that her eldest brother cooked together with him, so it just disappeared.

"Brother, isn't it because you made that dish by yourself?"

Everyone looked terrified, wtf?Did you do it yourself?

An Chiyu glanced at him indifferently, and said nothing, just An Ran picked up his favorite carrot with his chopsticks.

An Weifeng gloated, "Don't be picky eaters, little brother." As he spoke, he picked up two more chopsticks and sent them to An Ran's bowl.

Looking at the white and tender radishes, An Ran ate them calmly, and what they got in return was that there was a small pile of food they didn't like in everyone's bowls, including An Chiyu. He gave a helpless chuckle and ate it.

It was extremely difficult for everyone to eat a meal, and the joy in the hardship was that there were so many people with them.

After the meal, An Bei and the two also got up, and Aunt Ping brought out the hot food from the pot and prepared two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

"Aunt Ping is so caring." Anbei said while chewing his rice.

"You young people just don't know how to take care of yourself." Aunt Ping shook her head, picked up the empty plate and went back to the kitchen.

An Bei, An 11, and the two quickly finished their meals, and they were full. An Shiyi helped Aunt Ping clean up the dishes and was kicked out of the kitchen by Uncle Hong. He was called not to let him make trouble, but in fact he was not allowed to Disturb each other's two-person world.

The rain splashed on the glass roof, and the thunder came in unwillingly, forming a unique tone.

An Jiu pulled An Shi to discuss, the room is not big, you have to avoid people and be careful not to break things, it's a bit restrictive for the two of them, in the end they couldn't pull at a long distance and changed to close-to-hand combat, dodging With an uppercut from the opponent, An Shili caught a glimpse of a wooden doll out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered something.

After a dull sound, An Jiu smiled and retracted her hand and joked;

"Stay stupefied during the sparring, you've regressed on Eleventh."

An Shiyi clutched his stomach, his face contorted for a moment, "You are really... merciful."

"So fast? Do you want to make up for the eleventh?"

Annan also came over with a teasing look on his face, "Yes, Eleven, it will be even more difficult to find a wife in the future. If you are still so fast, tsk tsk."

An Shili clutched his stomach and moved to the stool, heaved a sigh of relief, and picked up a dusty object on the ground.

"I just thought of it. When I came back, people in the village seemed to be saying that someone's child was lost. I just remembered that wooden doll."

"child?"

Hearing the word child, An Ran couldn't help but think of the child he had eavesdropped on at the village chief's place before, and shook his head after thinking about it, what a coincidence.

An Chiyu noticed his movements, "What's wrong?"

An Ran looked at the rain outside the window and said, "It's nothing."

Just saying this, the door was slapped hastily, "Bang bang bang!"

An Chiyu signaled An Weifeng at the door to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the rain carrying cold wind came in. The freezing An Weifeng shuddered. A woman stood at the door, her whole body was soaked by the rain, and her clothes were tightly attached to her body.

"Do you have...children? Do...have?" The woman grabbed An Weifeng's hand and said anxiously.

There was thunder and thunder, and sometimes there were blinding flashes of lightning, which made the woman's pale face look like a female ghost.

As for what she said, An Weifeng didn't hear a word, and with a force on his wrist, he dragged the woman into the room and quickly closed the door.

"Have you ever seen my daughter? She is so tall, her name is Dongdong, she wears two braids and wears a small red dress. Have you seen her? Have you?"

The people in the room silently watched the woman gesticulating blankly, and kept crying and calling Dongdong. The woman's eyes were already empty, as if she was also a walking dead.

An Ran went to the kitchen and poured her a cup of hot water, "Don't worry, elder sister, please sit down, don't worry, if you collapse by yourself, who will look for the child?"

An Ran forcibly pressed her to sit down, and handed a cup of warm tea to her hand. Some hot water cups made her palms red, which made the woman calm down.

It was the warmth inside the room that made her realize how cold she was, but her daughter was still outside, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

An Ran sat next to An Chiyu, looking at the woman in front of her. She looked twenty years old and had a delicate face, but at this moment, she exuded the breath of a water ghost, and the water was constantly dripping under her feet, and the water flowed along the concrete floor towards the door. Go, this house turned out to be a design where the entrance is low and the interior is high.

When the woman regained her senses, she held the glass of water in her hands in a state of embarrassment. The men in the room made her shiver and fear, but she still asked, "Have you...have you ever seen...a little girl, about four or five years old, Wearing a little red dress, with two braids on her head, she likes to use the word Dongdong when she speaks, and whenever she speaks, "Dongdong likes to eat fruit the most, and Dongdong hates coriander the most. "She always wants everyone to pay attention to her. He thinks his name is nice. Even Dongdong was named by her while watching TV."

An Ran didn't know whether to interrupt her, the woman was clearly having a nervous breakdown, but that child...

"I'm sorry we... didn't see your child."

An Weifeng couldn't bear to look at the woman. That child was obviously more than auspicious. He didn't understand the feelings of a mother who lost her child, but he could understand the feelings of a child who lost her mother.

After An Weifeng finished speaking, An Ran could feel that her whole body was in a kind of despair, the feeling that the life-saving straw she grasped suddenly snapped, and her whole body fell into a cliff.

Even though she had already felt something in her heart, she couldn't help it when she heard the answer. Tears fell again. Sometimes silent tears are more sad than crying loudly.

"Have you searched the whole village?" An Ran couldn't help asking.

"I went wherever she could go."

The woman stood up and returned to An Ran's question. An Ran suddenly said, "The last time I saw that child was at the village chief's house."

The woman turned her head abruptly, her legs gave way, and then she stumbled to An Ran, grabbed his clothes and asked excitedly, "Have you seen her? When? Where is she?"

"In the evening, I saw her falling asleep at the village chief's house, and I didn't know about it afterwards."

In fact, saying this means that his eavesdropping has been discovered, but it is a child's safety after all, and he can't just pretend not to know because of his own selfishness.

After speaking, An Ran looked at An Chi Yu, but An Chi Yu had no expression on his face, after An Ran looked over, he just looked at him and said nothing.

An Ran's heart sank to the bottom, did the eldest brother think that what he did was wrong?What if you don't find your child and suspect them?He never thought about whether he caused trouble for everyone.

The child's mother was so excited that she couldn't care about anything else. She opened the door and ran out, not even taking the clothes that An Weifeng was going to give her.

An Weifeng closed the door and came back and asked, "Anran, did you really see that child?"

"Ah."

In his heart, he believed that An Chiyu was displeased with his self-assertion just now, and An Ran's mood also sank.

The atmosphere in the air was suddenly silent, and An Jiu and the others didn't seem to have adjusted their gags. It was like this every day. The husband seldom spoke, but the young master didn't know what happened today, and suddenly became reticent.

An Weifeng thought that An Ran was influenced by that woman and remembered his mother, so he didn't say much.

The fate of that child is beyond their control. If no one in the village can find it, outsiders like them can't do anything about it.

Although An Ran was close to An Chiyu, he couldn't feel the slightest thoughts of the people around him. This knowledge made him feel frustrated, flustered, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was a white light flashing in An Ran's hands, but because the master was absent-minded, he didn't care at all. Feel it.

An Ran stood up abruptly, took the clothes at the door, opened the door and went out.

"Where are you going, young master?"

"I'll take a look outside, don't worry, I'll be back in a while."

Speaking of people running away, An Jiu watched the figure of the young master disappear into the rain, turned around and asked, "Sir, young master?"

An Chiyu looked at the cup, he didn't know what he was thinking in his deep eyes, and finally closed his eyes irritably, and when he opened them again, there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

With the same movement as when An Ran left just now, he suddenly stood up, "Sir?"

"You... go and help find that child."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out. It was still raining outside, but it was a little lighter than before, and there were bursts of thunder.

A group of people were left looking at each other, what's going on?

An Ran didn't know what happened afterwards, he just changed his clothes into an umbrella halfway, fortunately he had worn a lot before, otherwise he would have to go back and change in this weather.

Walking safely to the village head's house under an umbrella, there are villagers wearing raincoats walking around on the road, and they are still talking about their children.

When I arrived at the door of the village chief's house, I looked in through the door, and the woman was already there, as was the village chief, and there were several other villagers.

"Village chief, have you seen it! My Dongdong! I only have Dongdong left, village chief, please help me find her, I beg you, village chief..."

The woman knelt on the ground, crying very sadly, An Ran walked in with an umbrella, seeing An Ran's arrival, the village chief was obviously a little surprised, "What are you doing here?"

His attitude was neither good nor too bad. It seemed that the shrewd old man who eavesdropped had guessed it.

"I'm here to help find the child."

The village chief was even more surprised, as were the other people in the room, after all, this matter had nothing to do with An Ran.

After a while of silence, the village chief spoke. The old man never left his pipe, but now he lit it but did not smoke it, but let it sit.

"You said the last time you saw Dongdong was at my house?"

An Ran nodded, "Yes, that child fell asleep on the chair at that time, and I carried her to sleep on it.

On the kang in the house, a pillow and quilt were still lying alone on it, and the village chief seemed to have not closed his eyes after returning.

After a while, a few more people came into the house, they ignored An Ran, rubbed their hands together and went in and said, "The village chief was not found. Neither was there in the woods to the south."

Where can a little child go?

The woman's cries sounded again, causing Anran to be distraught, her rain-wet hands were coldly grabbing the handle of the umbrella.

"Children, especially little girls, usually don't go to strange places. If there is no family by their side, her first reaction will definitely be to find her mother, and her second reaction is to find her father. If her parents are not around, she will be Neighbors, grandparents, grandparents, and children all have simple thoughts, and the presence of relatives gives them the greatest sense of security."

Judging from the situation of the village head's family, the child seems to have gone out by himself. After a child wakes up and finds that his family members are not at home, he must look for it, but he will also look for it in a familiar place, so the scope will be wider. zoom out.

After listening to An Ran's analysis, the people in the house felt that it made sense. The woman stopped crying, lowered her head and thought about it. Today she went up the mountain with her man, and the child was taken care of by the neighbor, but the neighbor said that he could not find the child. In a hurry to evacuate the village, she quickly forgot that his man was also injured on the mountain, and was placed alone in a room to recuperate when he came back. At this time, she remembered her child, but she couldn't find it.

"I've searched everywhere I could, but there's nothing there." Probably An Ran's previous comfort made the woman trust him, even though she was only a teenager.

An Ran frowned, he was not familiar with this place, and if these native villagers couldn't find it, even if there was no corpse, where would the child go.

"Did your parents mention some places in her ears that happened to be the places where she was taken before?"

A child's memory is sometimes very good, and you can remember it when you mention it, which is also a child's talent.

The woman didn't speak for a long time this time, but it was another big man in the room who seemed to remember something, but after seeing the village chief's face, he held back his words.

An Ran watched calmly, but the tip of the umbrella seemed to accidentally poke the woman's leg, the force cannot be ignored.

After the woman raised her head, An Ran looked at the man behind her.

Perhaps because of the loss of a child, the whole person became sensitive and cautious, and could be frightened by any disturbance. The woman followed An Ran's gaze and looked at the man behind her, who was her neighbor's husband. At this moment, the whole man looked at her with eyes dodging, like When she asked where his wife and children had gone, that woman didn't dare to look her in the same way.

"You know where my child is going, right? Tell me, I beg you, tell me where she is. Dongdong is only 4 years old. She is as old as Liangliang in your family. I can't let her have an accident. Without her, I will How to live."

The woman's embarrassing cries echoed in the room, even drowning out the thunder outside. Her husband was injured and the child was lost again. Anyone with a bit of humanity would not bear to see a four-year-old child injured or even injured outside. die…

"The child didn't run to the back mountain bamboo building..."

Perhaps it was the sentence that the two children are as big as touched his heart, the man finally spoke up against the pressure of the village chief.