Seeing this situation, Tang Zhao didn't know what was going on.

The boy was careful to protect these two hidden children.

Although the age of a thin boy is very difficult to say that "younger" is already a teenager. He was originally a teenager, but the two children are younger and thin, just like a young bird that has just emerged from the shell, and it can be broken when it is fragile. It needs to be protected by not strong adult birds that spread their wings.

He slowly climbed up, regardless of whether the boy had rushed up, hugged the two children, and rubbed his elbow that was hit and poked to the ground, and said helplessly: "I said we are not bad people, why don't you believe it?"

Sui Feng was silent, put away the flower gun and sat down again. Tang Zhao also returned to the fire, turned his back to the three of them, and said, "Come here and sit there, isn't it cold?"

After a while, the boy calmed down. He put down the sob child, walked up and smiled and said, "Little Man..."

Tang Zhao turned around and smiled and said, "Is it my younger brother and sister?"

The boy paused, his smile slowed down, and said, "Yes."

Sui Feng nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Tang Zhao smiled and said, "You are so sloppy, you are so careless. What if it gets frozen in such a cold night? You won't move over." After that, he moved to Sui Feng's side, leaving a large area empty.

The boy was silent for a moment, his smile slowly closed, leaving only his face full of tranquility.

Then, he held two children, one man and one woman, and sat down next to the fire.

The fire shone on the pale and thin faces of the two children, which showed some rosyness, but also gave a layer of shadow on their facial features, making them look strange and gloomy. Tang Zhao took a look and felt uncomfortable, so he took his eyes away.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was too confident just now, so he made some declarations to guide the world and see through the world, as if he had returned to the time when he was studying and was full of enthusiasm.

Now that he saw a few pitiful children, he remembered that he was just a duckweed drifting in the world.

The boy handed over a piece of dry food. Tang Zhao was stunned for a moment, remembering that it was his own portion just now. He had skewed it on the tip of the gun and threw it out. Now he was so hot that he picked it up, but he returned it back.

Tang Zhao waved his hand and said, "If you don't eat it, it's too thick. I can't get used to it."

The boy lowered his head, broke the dry food in half, gave it to the two children half, and silently gnawed the first part he had obtained.

Another gust of wind blew, the flames were unstable, and no one in the temple spoke, which made it even heavier.

Tang Zhao stared at the fire, crossed his hands and suddenly said, "Just be fine, let's tell stories, let's play?"

The two children raised their heads and looked expectant. Sui Feng also turned his head to look at him.

Tang Zhao got the audience and became excited. Since his family was gone, he liked to tell stories to others to relieve loneliness. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell you...'painted skin'..."

Sui Feng interrupted: "Zhaozi!"

Tang Zhao turned his head, and Sui Feng laughed out loud and said, "You said it. It's dark and you don't want to speak well. I have a real thing to tell you when I'm sleeping."

Tang Zhao made a face and pretended not to understand, saying, "I will tell you about the 'golden axe and the silver axe'..."

In the ruined temple, the only voice of him was echoing, and the flames reflected on his face, like the lights on the stage, making him the only focus.

"The fairy asked him, 'Did you drop this golden axe or a silver axe?'..."

"'You are such an honest person, you have given these two axes'!"

"'No, you're dishonest, so I didn't find your axe'."

"In the end, the dishonest woodcutter lost an axe."

"oh……"

This story is very simple, far less exciting than the story that Tang Zhao had prepared, but the children were very immersed in listening to it, and even the boy listened to it.

After Tang Zhao finished speaking, he was about to have another "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves" when he suddenly heard a child ask: "What does the fairy look like?"

The child was a girl, only seven or eight years old, with stars all over his eyes.

Tang Zhao was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandered, and said, "A fairy? Maybe it has golden eyes, silver hair, green armor, and a sword."

The children widened their eyes and wanted to believe it or not. Sui Feng was also stunned for a moment, followed his gaze, and then he suddenly realized.

I saw the statue of a god in the shrine on the ground, with the golden eyes and silver hair and green armored swords that were shaped. It was obviously a cat-painting tiger on the spot.

After bragging, Tang Zhao said naturally: "Do you still want to hear it?"

The two children said loudly, and Tang Zhao smiled at the boy and said, "Please pour a glass of water."

The young man was stunned, took out a few bottles and jars from the straw pile, and poured a bowl of water for Tang Zhao.

Tang Zhao drank it in one sip, continued to tell the story of Alibaba, and also talked about the magical pen Ma Liang, three little pigs, and continued to talk about the myth of the world's local "Double Sun Legend". The two children could no longer hold on and fell asleep by the fire. Tang Zhao used the skin of the bag as a quilt, covered them with it, and calmed down.

Gradually, the two children's snoring sounded, and the face of the sleeping child was always peaceful and calm. Tang Zhao also felt his mood relaxed as he looked.

After yawning, Tang Zhao said, "Let's sleep?"

At this moment, the young man suddenly spoke, "I'll talk about one too."

"Ah?" Tang Zhao was surprised, "You can tell a story too?"

The young man said, "Can't tell a story, it's a...experience?" His voice turned light and became erratic, like a flame.

For some reason, Tang Zhao felt a little nervous. The calmness of telling the story just now disappeared. He was willing to say it but he didn't listen, but he had just talked for a long time and kept listening. He couldn't just say one, and he interrupted it, right?

The young man stared at the flames and said, "There is a man - no matter what his name is, it's quite unlucky anyway. If you have many disasters and eight difficulties, just call him a broom star."

Tang Zhao forced a sentence: "What is the broom star talking about comets? Comets are originally from outside the sky, with brilliant wisdom and a most magnificent celestial scene, and a very good name."

The young man ignored it and said, "For some reason, this broom star took a few younger brothers and sisters away from home and traveled a long distance. They walked very far and forgot where they came from. They walked during the day, slept in the cold kiln of the temple at night, or gathered on a tree under a bridge. If they were lucky and had a kind-hearted person to take in, they could sleep in the bed."

Tang Zhao muttered: "Poor child."

"One day they walked very late and couldn't find a place to live. They walked until the moon rose. By the way, there were two moons in the sky that day."

Tang Zhao was furious and blurted out: "Farewell Moon?"

Sui Feng sat up straight all of a sudden. Although he had some experience in traveling around the world, this was the first time he had heard someone talk about the disaster.

The young man said, "In the sky, everyone knows that they can't stay outside, but there is no one in the fields. What can I do? Suddenly, a big mansion appeared on the skyline."

"The mansion is very large and has a high wall. From the wall, you can see the lush trees inside. There are palace lanterns hanging on the trees. The lights are brilliant and bright as daytime. The whole mansion is like a ball of light, a pile of fire, so warm and bright."

"In theory, wealth is so powerful that he will never dare to approach such a mansion. But it is too late and it is too cold at night. They are exhausted all the way. One of the sisters can no longer walk, so he can only carry him on his back. The broom star finally decided to let the other two younger siblings stay outside first. He knocked on the door with his sister on his back. It would be better if he could stay for one night. If the servants inside were fierce and drove the people, he would run faster by himself."

Tang Zhao's eyes turned on the faces of the two children beside him, and his heart was shocked.

"When he arrived at the gate, he knocked on the door, and someone opened the door immediately. The person who opened the door was a very beautiful sister. He came forward to explain his purpose, just to stay in the woodshed and thatched hut for a while because of their young age. The sister was very kind and led them in."

"She led them into a hall. The hall was spacious, full of splendor and magnificent, with a faint fragrance, shrouded in the smoke and clouds that seemed to be there and there was nothing, just like a fairy mansion. As soon as he sat down, someone served wine, dishes and snacks, which were all delicacies he had never seen before. The sister signaled him to eat it and then went in and invited the owner of the room."

"After a while, I heard footsteps sound. Through several curtains, I could see a petite figure slowly walking over, getting closer and closer, and the figure gradually became clearer from blur."

Although the young man used good words, his narrative tone was always mediocre, just like reading. If Tang Zhao told this story, he would definitely be vivid and fascinating. However, Tang Zhao wanted to not listen to it himself. It was not like he was sitting on pins and needles now, and he almost wanted to shut up.

"At this time, the broom star was filled with joy. I hadn't seen such a kind master in so many days. It seemed that I could have a good sleep tonight. He stood up and wanted to ask. At this time, his sister suddenly whispered: 'Brother, let's go?"

"He was a little unhappy and said, 'I finally had a chance to sleep in the bed, do you want to go out and sleep in the wilderness again?'"

"His sister said, 'But it's so dark and ragged here. You're also so weird, talking to the fox and the snake. I don't want to stay here anymore.'"

The flames suddenly rose and then dimmed.

I guess another gust of wind is raging.

But Tang Zhao's hands and feet were cold and his body was numb, so he didn't feel where the wind came from.

When the boy said this, he stopped for a moment and stared at the fire in a daze.

After a while, he continued to narrate in a calm tone: "When the broom star heard it, he almost sat on the ground, holding the table and shouted: 'What did you say? Didn't you see this tall house? What about the garden? Where are the wine and food? Where are the people?'"

"His sister cried loudly at this moment, pointed to the front and shouted, "What is that thing? It's so scary. It's coming, brother, let's run!" He looked up, and only the petite shadow was passing through the curtains in front of him, and was about to walk to him."

"At this time, his mind was blank, and he ran away with his head. He didn't know the direction, so he just stumbled out. There were thresholds and steps everywhere on the road, so he didn't care about it. He kept rushing forward, as if he was not tripped. He rushed until he couldn't run, and fell down, and fell to the ground and was dizzy."

"He just lay there, unable to recover until a long time later, his body was frozen, and the lingering fear dissipated a little. Looking up, the two moons had already gone down the mountain, the sun had not yet risen, and there was only a white edge in the sky. It was the time when it was not bright and dark, and the most chaotic. He was still scared and said, "Xiaoyan, thanks to you, otherwise I would not know what kind of fairy I had confused."

"But my sister didn't answer. It was quiet all over the world."

The surroundings were indeed quiet. When the boy stopped, the silence came over and Tang Zhao shrank again.

"Suddenly—he reacted and reached out and touched his back, but he didn't find anything. It turned out that his sister was lost at some point."

"He ran back like crazy. After running for a long time, he never ran to the mansion. The mansion was tall and bright, and even if it was far away, he could see it at a glance, but at this time there was only a darkness and nothing could be seen. Finally, he saw the light. It was a fire. A team of torches came from a distance and blocked the road. It was a team of yamen in public uniforms. They surrounded each other like fences to block people from passing."

"He rushed over and was kicked out, telling him not to get in the way. He shouted, "My sister is inside, I'm looking for her!" This time someone sympathized with him and said, "I'm a murderer again. Don't be anxious. It's useless to be anxious now. If you get involved in a sinister disaster, you will die without life. It's already God's blessing to escape."

"He called, 'Let me in, go into that ghost house!' Someone picked him up and said, 'I'm still not awake, look at what house is there?"

"It turns out that you can only see clearly when it is dawn. There are no big houses, gardens, and only ruins of a village..."

Tang Zhao said in a trembling voice: "Ruins? Are there deserted villages? Are there no one?"

The young man said in a young voice: "Yes, there is no one, only broken walls, empty, as if swept by the strong wind, blowing the entire village into the sky, and then throwing it hard on the ground, leaving only the wreckage everywhere. The yamen runners pointed it out and said: "Get out, you are very lucky. One can come out alive, and the other is that the magistrate of the Department of the District has not come yet. If someone arrests you and asks you, you will have to peel off even if you don't die."

"So this is a joke." He grinned, "He is obviously a broom star, and he has been unlucky since he was born. He has defeated his father and mother in the whole clan, and he is actually said to be very lucky. Haha--"

I laughed a little abruptly, and the story came to an abrupt end.

Tang Zhao was in a trance and lost his mind.

The boy calmed down again, turned his back to pack the hay, as if he was going to sleep just like that.

Tang Zhao moved his fingers and found that his fingertips were numb.

At this time, Sui Feng suddenly asked, "Where is your sister? Have you found it?"
To be continued...