"Come here and bandage it." Su Mingan saw the blood on Su Luoluo's arm and asked her to sit down.

Su Luoluo sat next to him.

In the dusty air, they sat on the ruins, and he disinfected and bandaged her bloody hands. The wound was probably caused by the shock wave, and several pieces of glass were stuck in her arm.

Su Luoluo did not cry and watched quietly as he bandaged the wound. Behind her were the remains of her relatives and her small home that had been reduced to ruins. All the photos that retained memories, all the diaries she wrote when she was a child, all the things she cherished.

The trinkets in the iron box have disappeared.

"It turns out I'm so small." She said softly.

Su Mingan paused with her fingers and quickly continued to bandage.

"I originally thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I could do anything. I have been working as an anchor and working hard to make money... I am building my little family bit by bit, making a little bit every day, making a little bit every day." Su Luoluo said in a low voice:

"As a result, just when I thought everything was fine, my carefully decorated little home, the piggy bank where I had saved all my money for more than ten years...and my father were all gone."

"There's nothing left."

Su Mingan pulled out the glass piece, and she hissed softly.

"When I was young, I heard that the most expensive thing in the world is a villa. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would definitely be able to live in a villa in the future, so I loudly announced to everyone I met that I would live in a villa. My relatives all looked at me with smiles, which I thought was a blessing.

, now I understand that it is the look in the eyes of a child." Su Luoluo lowered his head and said to himself:

"'From the time you were born here, you were destined not to live in a villa for the rest of your life' - this is what their eyes told me."

"When I was young, I thought I could change the world. But when I grew up, I realized that I was so insignificant. As long as a little accident happened, everything could be reduced to nothing."

"If I hadn't met you, little Yunduo, do you think it would be possible for me to live in a big villa?"

Su Mingan was silent.

He knew that the "villa" in Su Luoluo's mouth was just an image. She wanted to break through the fate of being an ordinary person and leave this imprisoned small town. But if Su Wensheng had never met Su Luoluo, it was really impossible for her.

change destiny.

The most likely outcome for her is to squeeze herself, keep dreaming about making money for her family, endure malicious words from netizens every day, and criticize her appearance, body, and personality, and finally die of a mental breakdown from overwork.

A half-drunk bottle of wine rolled at their feet, and the clear wine flowed out, reflecting gilded light in the sun.

Su Luoluo stared blankly at the wine on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

The ears were filled with people's harsh cries. No one could accept the sudden departure of their loved ones, and in such a cruel way.

The newly built houses, the newly planted gardens, the newly carefully prepared small homes... are all gone. The city is like a ruin that has been smashed by others, and there is pain everywhere.

Li Mingyue has been standing quietly among the ruins, silently watching the people of Limin who are howling on the ground, looking at the devastated land, watching the mother dragging out the body of the child, and watching the couple hugging each other after surviving the disaster.

, looking at the gray-haired old man holding hands and walking side by side in the ruins.

Watching people laugh because their loved ones survived, watching people cry because of loss, and seeing the dullness and numbness in people's eyes.

Under the fading blood-colored sunlight, white hair rises like the wind.

"Kacha."

The glass fragments were removed and Su Mingan put a bandage on it.

"You can endure pain very well." Su Mingan said.

While he was treating the wound, Su Luoluo didn't scream. Even at this time, she subconsciously controlled her emotions so as not to cause trouble to others.

"I'm used to it." Su Luoluo blinked with dark purple eyes.

"Please stay at my house from now on. My house hasn't been bombed yet," Su Mingan said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. After I become popular as an anchor, I will find a way to move out. I won't trouble you too much." Surolo said in a low voice.

"You are not a burden." Su Mingan said.

"..."

"I don't regard people as a burden." Su Ming'an said.

"..."

"Not to mention you are an excellent anchor." Su Mingan said.

"..."

"If you want to cry, just cry." Su Mingan said.

The girl lowered her head, her short black hair hanging down by her ears, and her cheeks were scarred by the flames. There were seven pieces of broken glass on her arm, and one piece of glass almost pierced her bones. Seven pieces of broken glass.

Even a tall man would howl, but when Su Mingan pulled out these, she didn't scream or cry.

When she saw the tragic scene of her father's death and body, she was stunned for a moment and did not cry.

After seeing the house that contained all her savings and emotions reduced to rubble, she still didn't cry.

It wasn't until Su Ming'an said, "Cry if you want to" that she burst into tears as if a nerve had been touched.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

At first it was just a small whimper, and then it quickly turned into a howl.

Her cries were like sparks in the air, her cries mixed with the cries of others, like accumulated cumulonimbus clouds, floating on the scarred land, gradually filling the air.

Figures kneeling on the ground and digging frantically were hidden in the wind that gradually set fire to the prairie fire, like living tombstones.

Blood flows on the land, like natural blood and soil.

The bullets were etched into the craters like scars carved into bones.

At this moment, no one cared about the ban of "no crying in public" anymore. Everyone cried bitterly, hugging each other in the fire and smoke, as if they were integrated into flesh and blood, hugging each other tightly, and the crying spread like an infection.

.

The girl cried loudly like a child, while Su Mingan sat aside in silence.

"Dad, dad..."

"Actually, I also hope that you are a good father...I...I really hope that you can return to your normal self."

"I want... to go to the park with you and have a picnic with our family like I did when I was a kid. I'm obviously still looking forward to it - I think when I make money and become a big anchor, you won't do it for money like you do now.

Crazy - even if the hope is small, I still look forward to it..."

"I haven't become a big anchor yet... I haven't made a lot of money yet... I haven't let you see my success yet..."

"Why is there a war, why... why..."

"Ahhhh-cough, cough, cough-"

Intermittent, howling, whimpering, trembling, growling, and coughing.

All sadness is like a wildly raging river, connected with everyone's pain at this moment, like a never-ending ocean current.

Tears fell down her rough cheeks. This face was covered with traces of smoke and fire. The tears hurt when touched. The severe pain fell down her cheeks and into her heart, like a rapidly falling boulder of fate.

Under the boulder of fate, the helpless girl covered her face, first sobbed a few times, and then burst into tears.

Similar to her wails, there are thousands of broken families.

"Dad, dad——"

"Mother--"

"Grandma, grandma——"

Thousands of sounds gather together and form an array into an ocean.

Under the fading blood-colored sunlight, the blood-stained glass shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Kacha."

…

The gods are watching this from a distance, but they don't care.

…

…

Su Mingan sent Su Luoluo back home.

The girl fell asleep in bed. She had low blood sugar and her face was as pale as a death.

When Su Mingan was hanging up her coat, she found a corner of the medicine box exposed, which seemed to be some kind of psychotropic drug. It seemed that she had been affected by the disease for a long time.

[Please call me Miss Demon King] The live broadcast can only be suspended today. Because Su Luoluo cannot say that the reason for the suspension is war, otherwise people will find out her real address. She can only lie and say that she is sick.

After the reason for the leave was sent out, a bunch of viewers who were waiting for help left messages:

[Miss Demon King, please pay attention to your health, we are waiting for you.]

【have a good rest.】

[The anchor just became popular and then became a pigeon?]

【Are you sick? You're not making excuses, you didn't look so energetic yesterday.】

【Who knows, many people become popular and then become popular. 】
To be continued...