Adviser should be self-improvement

In the blink of an eye, the beginning of autumn, a cool breeze blows across the dilapidated city walls, crows crow three times, the sky is getting dusk, and mud-stained bricks and tiles can be seen everywhere, together with the yellowish fallen leaves, it has turned into a lifeless scene in Pingzhou.

Wu Qi hid under a stone wall, squatted halfway, carefully looked ahead, and shrunk his body into a ball as much as possible—in fact, he did it very easily, even though he was an adult, his thin body couldn't squeeze No more meat to occupy more places.

There were four people walking slowly within Wu Qi's line of sight, holding broken knives in their hands, like the ones used by officers and soldiers, but they were obviously not officers and soldiers who were dressed in rags and sallow and emaciated.

These people seem to be walking freely, but upon closer inspection, it can be found that everyone's eyes are full of abnormal vigilance. Their hands holding knives are always tense, as if they are waiting for danger to come out in time. He chopped it up with a knife and fought desperately with the other party. One or two pedestrians passing by saw it. Although they were flustered, they seemed more numb.

Maybe both parties have no malice, but under such circumstances, they dare not gamble.

There was a noise not far away, and a group of officers and soldiers chased into this street. There were about a dozen of them, but they didn't come after the four people, but the three people who were chasing them and kept running away. .

The actions of the four people before were more or less aimless. When they saw the officers and soldiers at this moment, they seemed to have suddenly found their target. With a hoarse roar, they raised their knives and rushed towards the officers and soldiers.

The officers and soldiers didn't expect the team that came out halfway, and in a hurry, they quickly calmed down.The two sides fought into a ball, and the three people before were involved in this struggle, and there was no time to escape, so they picked up the moving bricks on the ground without looking at them, and threw them on the head of the person near them.

Some people screamed, some cursed, it was hard to tell who was who, after exhausting themselves, only a few people could barely stand, and the fresh life just fell at their feet, and no one took a second look .

Most of the officers and soldiers were left, and the scene of one chasing and the other running was repeated. After they had all left, Wu Qi, who had been keeping a cold eye on the side, appeared. around.

Those three people were holding food in their hands.

The parcels were scattered, rice and steamed buns were scattered all over the ground, Wu Qi didn't look carefully, just picked up half a parcel in someone's hand and ran away, without foolishly trying to take it all, after him, five or six people watched with him All the people rushed out, frantically scrambling for food on the ground.

Thanks to the fact that Wu Qi didn't get much, he didn't attract their attention.

The package was stuck to his stomach and he was tightly covered. When he crossed a street, he had to find a place to hide for a while, and waited for no one to run again. Just like this, Wu Qi finally returned home——a car that was too broken Broken low house.

When Wu Qi came to the door, he found that the door was tightly shut. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, looked around cautiously, and turned to the side of the house. There was a large water tank with no water at the back. With all his strength, he slowly moved the big water tank away, and his face turned red and he was out of breath.

After the water tank was removed, there was a small hole that could allow one person to pass through. Wu Qi threw the package into it, and quickly crawled into it.

There are not many furnishings in the room, not even a bed, only a straw mat. After entering the room, Wu Qi didn't have time to shake off the ash on his body, so he ran to the straw mat, uncovered the straw mat, and put the little girl in the hole. I hugged it out.

The little girl opened her eyes slightly, and murmured indistinctly: "Brother..."

"Ah."

The package was stuffed into the little girl, Wu Qi stood up again non-stop, dragged away the big cabinet that was blocking the door, opened and closed the door, walked around to put the water tank back in place, entered the house from the door, and used the cabinet to block the door again.

The little girl didn't have the strength to hold the package in her hand, so that one side was exposed, and a big white steamed bun emerged from the fabric. She seemed surprised or overjoyed, and looked up at Wu Qi who was sitting next to her. Eyes full of hope.

Wu Qisheng said coldly, "Eat."

Quickly grabbed the steamed bun and bit into it, the little girl devoured it hungrily.There were still two steamed buns, one cake, and some broken rice left in the package. Wu Qi looked at the little girl, tied up the package, and threw it into the hole under the straw mat. Passing the steamed bun to him, he said dryly, "Brother, I'm full."

Wu Qi took the steamed bun, and there were still light tooth marks on the smooth surface, but there were not many places to bite off. He handed the steamed bun back and said with a straight face, "Eat."

The little girl lowered her head, didn't answer, and wrung the torn clothes with her fingers: "I'm full."

"eat!"

Raising her eyes, her eyes were slightly wet, and the little girl said stubbornly, "I'm full."

Wu Qi's tense face trembled, he pulled a large piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in front of the little girl, took another moderate piece, and handed it to the little girl's mouth.

Tears finally filled that immature face. The little girl couldn't help wiping away the tears with her hands, but dirty stains were left behind. She choked up and held the steamed bun with her mouth open.

As night fell, wisps of silvery-white moonlight shone through the gaps in the windows sealed by wooden boards. Wu Qipai coaxed the little girl who had just fallen asleep in her arms, her eyelids trembling downwards, just as he was about to fall into a drowsy sleep. In the past, there was the sound of artillery fire outside the house, followed by the sound of someone smashing the door. The little girl was awakened immediately, and looked at Wu Qi in panic.

Wu Qi made a decisive decision, lifted the straw mat, and carried the little girl into the pothole. The little girl opened her mouth to call him, but Wu Qi covered it with her hands.

"Live."

For the first time in his life, the stuttering brother uttered a coherent sentence, and the little girl's tears flowed out of her eyes again. Wu Qi looked at the little girl complicatedly, with a stiff arc at the corner of his mouth, and slowly covered the straw mat.

The door was smashed open, and it was not the officers and soldiers exposed in the night, but two vicious villains, and the shiny machetes in their hands made people feel chills.

Wu Qi shrank to the corner and watched them timidly and uneasy. The two villains glanced at the barren house, cursed bad luck, walked over and lifted Wu Qi by the neck, and pointed the knife at him. eyes: "Boy, do you have anything to eat at home?"

Wu Qi desperately shook his head.

The villain was not reconciled: "Let me ask again, is there or not?"

Wu Qi raised his neck, kept kicking his legs, his face was flushed, and he shook his head with difficulty, but the strength embedded in his neck continued to increase. Maybe the villain didn't believe what he said, or maybe it was just to vent his anger and found so many girls. He didn't find any grievances about the food, in short, he was sure that he would die today.

The situation happened suddenly at this moment, the villain who was idle was knocked to the ground by a force, and the villain who found two more people in the room screamed and threw Wu Qi away, but he hadn't taken a few steps , was stumbled and fell to the ground by the suddenly loose straw mat.

Zeng Ping looked at the villain lying in front of him, and asked Zhao Shijie, "What is he doing?"

Zhao Shijie stepped forward, slammed the back of the villain's neck with a sword, kicked the fainted villain aside, and shrugged: "Whatever he wants to do."

The author has something to say: report today's itinerary to readers_(:зゝ∠)_

Wake up at seven, take a shower, have breakfast, dawdle until eight

Sitting at the computer desk at eight o'clock, in a daze, eating at twelve o'clock

Sitting at the computer desk again, in a daze until dinner at six o'clock in the evening

So I didn’t think of what to write until 09:30 in the evening (╯－＿－)╯╧╧