The two strong men dragged Wu Xiaoqi off the ox cart. Regardless of his illness, they picked him up with one hand and walked behind the middle-aged man wearing a dog-skin hat.

Wu Xiaoqi wanted to curse her very much. These two people were too rude and their strength was not something they could resist. Their two arms were so clamped that they felt so painful, and their bones seemed to be crushed.

Wu Xiaoqi is not short, and he looks nearly 1.75 meters tall at the age of seventeen. However, the two men holding him are not only round and thick legs, but also big. He is thin and now he is like a dead dog and is not touching the ground without touching the foot.

Wu Xiaoqi was feeling uncomfortable and suddenly heard a burst of laughter. Following the two boys wearing cotton jackets, they quickly walked around them, and caught up with the middle-aged man in front of him with his hands behind his back and holding a cigarette pipe.

The boy in front was wearing a fur coat with fur coat, his clothes were very fit and neat. He also wore a hat on his head, and he also looked very warm. He was definitely not comparable to the dog-skin hat of the middle-aged man in front. The most important thing was that the boy was wearing a pair of fur shoes that only Japanese men had, which showed his difference from others. The boy behind him was dressed very ordinary, and he was following the boy in front, looking like a small following.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't know who was the one who just smiled, but he was born in a poor family and had always had the mentality of hating the rich. He naturally looked very despised by the rich boy in front of him. If it weren't for the restriction, he would definitely run to him and spit on him in a big way.

This was the first time Wu Xiaoqi met Xiaole. At that time, he did not realize that this young man he despised would have a great impact on his life. In the years that followed, whenever he thought about or talked about the situation when he first met Xiaole, he couldn't help but laugh and thought deeply: If he had really ran over to spit on the phlegm at that time, would so many stories happen?

The middle-aged man became more and more remote. It seemed that he did not live with the piles of people just now. Although Wu Xiaoqi was so smart, he still noticed the general layout of the village. A row of thatched huts surrounded a larger wooden house. In front of the wooden house was a flat mattress with a small mattress. The bonfire was burned with a huge iron pot in the middle. He was there before and was taken here by someone.

Could it be that the middle-aged man who saved him was the master of this copycat, and the young man dressed in wealth was his son? Wu Xiaoqi had a question in his mind.

After being carried away for half a cup of tea, Wu Xiaoqi finally saw a wooden house standing on the edge of the forest. The wooden house has three doors, and it is obviously three rooms. The room on the right has two large rooms in the middle and the room on the left.

The middle-aged man wearing a dog-skin hat went into the middle room first, and the boy wearing Japanese fur shoes entered the left room, while the remaining boy, who looked like a classmate, opened the door to the right and shouted to the two strong men holding Wu Xiaoqi: "Brother Gen, Brother Niu, put him here."

Of course, Wu Xiaoqi knew that what the boy said was referring to him.

When he entered the "thief's nest", Wu Xiaoqi was still a little scared when he first knew it, but after slowly adapting, his fear and other distractions disappeared. Anyway, he was basically a useless person, and there was nothing they could occupy, and there was nothing worth their attention. It didn't matter how they would treat him.

When he entered the room, Wu Xiaoqi realized that the reason why this room was much larger than the one on the left and the middle was that it had two entrances. There was a kitchen outside. In addition to the two earthen stoves, there was also a square wooden table, and the stove had pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. It seemed that the three of them seemed to be fired independently and did not eat with the people from the village.

There is a fire kang built in the inner room, which is very long and wide, but there is only a bedding on it, which should be the sleeping place of this young follower.

"Brother Gen Niu, you guys wait a moment, I'll make a bed for this kid."

The young follower ran out when he spoke, but as soon as his voice came out, Wu Xiaoqi was sure that what he had spoken on the ox cart, including the laughter on the road, was made by him.

There is nothing else in this room except the kang and the bedding on the kang. It is also clear when the outer room comes in, so it is impossible to hide the bed items.

When Wu Xiaoqi was wondering where the young follower would find a bedding for him and what kind of bedding he would find for him, the young follower came in with a bedding taller than others.

He seemed to do this kind of work often, and lay the bedding in just a few seconds, but he was spreading it at the innermost position of the kang, close to the wall, and was separated from his own sleeping place for a long distance.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't care whether he was sleeping at the end of the kang or in the middle of the kang. He originally thought that this young follower would take some straw and other things as his bed, but he didn't expect that he would not only bring a quilt, but even a mattress. This was beyond imagination and wish, so he didn't care about the details of sleeping at the end of the kang against the wall.

Two men, who were called Ge Ge Niu, who were the young follower, took Wu Xiaoqi to the bed and left. They didn't say a word to the young follower, and ignored Wu Xiaoqi, who grinned in pain, seemed to be very reluctant to stay here.

"You lie down for a while. I will cook after I have a kang. Everyone is hungry."

Wu Xiaoqi discovered something strange again. The young follower seemed to like to talk to himself. This sentence seemed to be what he said, or he said to him. It was neither right to ask Wu Xiaoqi to respond, nor would he not respond.

After walking in the snow for a while, even though he was being held by someone, Wu Xiaoqi still felt a little cold at this moment. He was about to hear the little follower's words and got into the quilt and warm, but when he took off his shoes, he suddenly remembered Sister Ping again.

The shoes were bought by Sister Ping before the New Year. She bought them from head to toe for herself and Xiao Si. This is still the thing that is close to you, but in a flash, things have changed. Xiao Si died, he died miserably, and Sister Ping disappeared. The hope of her being alive is slim. There is also an aunt. Although she didn't see how she died with her own eyes, from the extent of Xiao Si's sadness, it can be seen that she died miserably. The family was still happy on New Year's Eve, but now she is the only one left.

What's the point of living like this? Wu Xiaoqi lay on his back, tears blurred his vision, sadness was like sharp arrows piercing his body, longing was more like little bugs devouring his heart, such pain was almost unbearable, and his head was filled with countless memories, as if it was about to explode, making him unable to help but start to hit the wooden wall crazy, two or three times...
Chapter completed!