Song Bihui fell into a deep sleep again.

He had been suffering from hunger and cold for several days, exhausted both physically and mentally, and he was always vigilant that death might strangle him silently in a certain dark corner.

At this moment, he was still able to sleep peacefully on the bed, which was already the greatest gift given to him.

Jiang Yufeng searched outside for a long time before he took out an earthen jar from under a wooden cabinet in a dilapidated house.

There was some brown rice in it, and it seemed that someone hid it here deliberately, but now the surrounding area is completely lifeless, and it seems that they have not escaped the doom of this plague.

He poured out the rice in the crock, but at the moment of pouring out, he saw the rice worms wriggling in it, and stopped immediately.

He used to be well-clothed and well-fed, and his ten fingers did not touch the spring water. How did he do such work and see these things?At that moment, he was silent for a long time, so he could only draw the Dao talisman silently.

If the master knew that he had misused his spiritual power in such a way, throwing talismans would be like throwing jelly beans, and he would be so angry that his beard would straighten up.

But it's okay, the master will always spoil him, he has never been reluctant to fight, at most he will be reprimanded.

Besides, his old man is not here now, so he has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Yufeng thought wildly, added clean water to the cleaned rice, and then covered the pot.

What is this stove for?He rubbed his chin, squatted down silently, and studied it carefully.

Is the fire burning here?He looked at the square hole in the front wall, silently took out another lighter and stuffed it in.

You can't find any other food here except some brown rice.

But in such a harsh environment, it is very rare and lucky to be able to find rice.

Jiang Yufeng felt that he was also in the honor of Song Bihui, otherwise, with his unlucky degree, if he didn't find food, he might be regarded as food.

He put some icing sugar in the pot, worried that Song Bihui was picky when he was a child, what if he was stubborn and refused to eat?

The child is still young, so it won't work if he starves to death.

He is really a cheap master with the heart of an old father.

Jiang Yufeng brought the sweet porridge into the house, but found that Song Bihui's child was extremely alert, and jumped up when he heard footsteps, like a frightened cat.

He gasped for breath, his eyes were still foggy and painful, and he didn't seem to be fully awake yet.

Jiang Yufeng felt very uncomfortable seeing him like this.

A young child who watched his mother be murdered with his own eyes.

It is necessary to beware of outsiders cutting him into thousands of pieces, but also beware of relatives cooking him into minced meat. Outside there is a scene of blood flowing like a river, and inside the house is piled up with rotting corpses.

A plague has completely exposed the darkness of the human heart, and this darkness has trapped everyone in death.

Jiang Yufeng put the bowl on the head of the bed, looked at the child huddled in the corner, waved to him, and said softly, "I will go back, come to me."

Only then did Song Bihui regain his senses, and slowly approached Jiangyufeng.

But Jiang Yufeng just reached out and touched his cheeks and ears gently, and asked him slowly, "Are we going to eat by ourselves? Do you want to feed?"

Immediately, the child's cheeks turned red, and he avoided it a little uncomfortably, hesitating and saying, "I, I have grown up, why do I need others to feed me?"

"Okay, then I'll watch you eat." Jiang Yufeng held his chin and handed the bowl to Song Bihui with a smile.

Song Bihui hadn't seen food for a few days. When he saw this bowl of sweet porridge, his eyes lit up. He suppressed the desire in his heart, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and gently asked the person in front of him, "What are you doing?" Don't you want to eat?"

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the child was so hungry, why would he still think of himself, and deliberately teased him, "Then you leave a mouthful for me?"

But Song Bihui was so pure and kind when he was a child, he nodded solemnly and moved the spoon cautiously.

This looks like a cute little beauty who can move, Jiang Yufeng likes it more and more.

But the child was eating, but tears suddenly fell from his eyes. Jiang Yufeng was startled, and was surprised to see him dropping golden beans while eating with a blank face, and hurriedly stretched out his sleeve to wipe his tears .

"Hey, little ancestor, don't be sad." He wiped Song Bihui's face indiscriminately, "Don't drop it in the bowl, the sweet porridge is going to be bitter."

"Obviously, it's because this porridge is too sweet..." Song Bihui gritted his teeth, but couldn't stop his tears.

The child was awkward again in duplicity, Jiang Yufeng hugged him and patted him on the back lightly.

He couldn't see a child crying, especially if this child was his future apprentice.

This crying almost broke his heart.

Although Jiang Yufeng knew that Song Bihui's childhood was extremely difficult and unfortunate, but he did not expect that he would encounter so many inhuman treatment, which made him feel as if a thorn was planted in his heart, and he felt uncomfortable at all.

He stared blankly for a moment, only to find that Song Bihui handed him the half-saved sweet porridge, and murmured, "You're hungry, you eat too, I'm not hungry anymore."

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