Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Early the next morning, Song Yaze was awakened by Wang Xiujuan's violent closing of the door. She always seemed to have trouble with the door, and then went out cursing as usual, as if even this Snow Flower owed her a debt.

Wearing a cotton coat and rubber gloves, she looked like she was carrying a sandbag.

Song Yaze looked out the window that the snow had stopped, and the sun was shining high on the snow, as if bringing a little warmth to the ice and snow.

He sat up and saw that Lin Yuguo was still sleeping, so he woke him up softly, then lit a fire with the stove, and boiled water with snow.After the two of them drank a large bowl of hot water, they felt that the heat lost overnight gradually climbed up their bodies.

Song Yaze poured two basins of hot water, scrubbed Lin Yuguo's face that was so dirty that he couldn't see his facial features, and went to the back room to get Wang Xiujuan's comb, and combed his messy, somewhat long hair back smoothly.

Only then did he see Lin Yuguo's appearance clearly.

Because of long-term hunger, the bones of Lin Yuguo's face are protruding, as abrupt as the plateau; his face is pale, as if he has lost all blood; his eyes are round, big, and very energetic, which makes him look really unattractive He is loved by people, and it seems to light up his face, like a lamp in a dark passage in the dark; his nose and mouth are very small, coupled with his yellow hair and thin figure, it looks like that kind of The child who can knock on the door of any house and get sugar.

—if one ignores his disheveled, muddy and emaciated body.

His size really doesn't look like he's 12 years old, but he looks like he's less than ten years old.

Song Yaze sighed, patted Lin Yuguo on the head, and told him to stay in the room and not go out.So he put on the tattered coir raincoat at the door, and went out to chop wood with an ax in hand.

Maybe the heavens also sympathized with Song Yaze.The snowstorm has come to an end, and now there is only a clear sky and a lonely dead tree, which is the best source of firewood.

Song Yaze is not a spoiled young master, in fact he is very able to endure hardships, and indeed he has endured more hardships than his peers.When his peers were still in college and spent a lot of money, he had already started to make money to support his family.

The 16-year-old body makes him more energetic than the 32-year-old, and the feeling of rejuvenation puts him in a good mood.He swung the ax, and the heavy, hard ax seemed to drop a few pounds in his hand.

He chopped firewood quickly, his body sweated thinly due to the exercise, and his forehead also turned red, dripping with sweat.

Song Yaze took off his coir raincoat and hung it on the branch. His single clothes were already soaked, and his appearance of sweating seemed out of tune with the frozen scenery around him.

"Is that the eldest son of the Jianjun family?"

Song Yaze was called to raise his head by the old and hoarse voice, followed the voice, and saw an old man in a thick coir raincoat and holding a black pipe in his hand.

He wore a turban on his head, his face was dark, with ravine-like wrinkles vertically and horizontally, his teeth were also stained yellow by smoke, and he had a kettle hanging on his body; but the ax in his hand was extremely bright, and it was smaller than Song Yaze's ax Turning around, the sunlight reflected on the surface of the ax even hurt Song Yaze's eyes.

He looks like a strong, honest and honest old man.

Song Yaze stopped chopping firewood and pressed the ax into the snow.Somewhat tired, he supported his body on the handle of the axe, panting slightly and replied: "Yes."

"Oh, you kid doesn't know how to firewood! The snow has wet the firewood, how can it catch fire!"

The old man took a puff of cigarette, pointed at the pile of firewood that Song Yaze had worked so hard to lay down with his pipe, raised his head and frowned, and said what he said with a strong accent, which made it difficult for foreigners to hear Understand.

Only then did Song Yaze realize that the dry tree trunk was soaked in snow, and the firewood probably couldn't be burned.

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed, the sound was low and hoarse, like a long-abandoned bell being struck with a wooden stick by an occasional playboy passing by.

"Come with me to my house, get some firewood and go!"

Song Yaze seemed to see a savior falling from the sky, and a feeling of warmth and emotion ignited in his heart.He put on his coir raincoat, picked up his ax and followed the old man's footsteps.

It was almost noon at this time, and the snow had almost melted, and the thin water flowed along the uneven road surface, and then fell into the inspection well.

Song Yaze entered a village that looked dilapidated, but in fact he and Lin Yuguo lived in this village as well.The village is crowded with large and small bungalows, but regardless of the size, the bungalows are all the same low, built with yellow bricks and stones, and covered with roofs made of coir raincoats. They are all loess-colored and look like It looks like a stray yellow cat that has been abandoned.

He followed the old man into a house surrounded by stone walls. Inside was a one-story house twice the size of his residence. The snow in the yard had been swept away, and electricity was turned on in the one-story house. The light of the incandescent lamp inside can be seen from the outside; a large chimney stands on the top of the bungalow, and gray smoke billows from it.

After the old man entered the yard, he walked to the pile of firewood next to the bungalow. The pile of firewood was like a hill, and it was wrapped in red and blue plastic sheets. The snow water is still dripping.

The old man put down his pipe, picked up a large bundle of firewood with an iron rake, and tied it firmly with a hemp rope. His dark and lean hands were as powerful as eagle claws, and the protruding blood vessels on them made his hands look uneven. , What a pair of healthy and strong hands.

He tied the firewood to Song Yaze's back, then turned around and went to the house to get four pieces of roasted sweet potatoes, wrapped them in kraft paper and stuffed them into Song Yaze's hands.

"Go back and eat with that fruit of yours!"

The old man's eyes seemed a little jaundiced, but he still couldn't hide his kind eyes.

At this moment, Song Yaze seemed to be bathing in a hot spring, and a warmth ignited in his heart.

The beauty of human nature pushes away this icy winter, and spring seems to be coming soon.

He nodded emotionally, the sweet potato in his hand was no better than the delicacies he had tasted in the last world, but the smell was extremely delicious.

After Song Yaze thanked him, he left the hospital and went home along the loess path.

The scene on the road shocked him: most of the bungalows are similar to his own residence, the same low, dark inside, no electricity, some bungalows have no walls, or even no roof, the snow water flows smoothly It poured into the room rustlingly through the cracks in the stones.There are also thin but pregnant children squatting in front of the house to catch the water dripping from the eaves. Boys and girls are all dressed in tatters and their lips are extremely chapped. They look worse than Lin Yuguo.

This village is full of misery, quarrels and sorrows, as if the monster in Pandora's Box is attached to it.It is like a stray old dog lingering on its last breath, abandoned in a place where no one pays attention, slowly exhaling its last breath in the cold and despair.

Song Yaze felt sore in his heart, he was a kind person, he had only seen this kind of dilapidated scene on TV, but when he saw this scene of despair and dryness with his own eyes, and smelled the dull and cold lifelessness, There was a burst of bitterness and bitterness in his heart, which made him almost cry.

In this world, most people are working diligently, it seems that they are born to enjoy comfortable and soft big beds, high-end and expensive bags, bulging wallets, beautiful and sexy partners, and the envious eyes of others; But few people look back, behind them there is such a group of impoverished people who can only endure hunger and cold silently; this group of people have no so-called dreams, maybe their dream is to have their next meal.

— Destiny!Why torture these people!

Finally arrived at the residence, Song Yaze held back the soreness in his throat, and pushed open the shaking door, and saw Lin Yuguo sitting on a small bench with his knees in a daze, looking very obedient.

"Are you hungry?" Song Yaze put down the pile of firewood and went to the stove to add another fire.

"Not hungry." Lin Yuguo raised his head, looked at Song Yaze and said.

He is a sensible child.Lao Lai De Zi's parents dote on him very much, as long as he insists on wanting, his parents will satisfy him even if he is reluctant.Over time, this developed his stubborn and persistent character.But he is also smart and sensible who is used to living in poverty and depending on others - it should be said that he is only sensible to good people.

"Just drink a bowl of water in the morning and still be hungry?!"

Song Yaze smiled and took out the still warm sweet potato from his arms, "Newly baked sweet potato, eat it!"

Lin Yuguo's eyes seemed to be lit up, and he swallowed unconsciously. He was really hungry as he was growing up, but he turned his eyes and asked, "How many are there?"

Song Yaze thought for a while and said, "There are six, you can eat three, and I can eat three, okay?"

After speaking, he took out three sweet potatoes from the paper bag and handed them to Lin Yuguo.

Lin Yuguo nodded, then took it and gobbled it up.He was really hungry. Since Qin Jianjun's death, he hadn't eaten anything decent. Most of the time he was hungry. If he couldn't bear it anymore, he went to the village chief, Uncle Huang, to grab some food.

Song Yaze carried him on his back, then picked up the last sweet potato and gnawed on it.He eats very slowly, Lin Yuguo has finished eating three sweet potatoes, and he has only finished one sweet potato.After eating, he went to search for the little snow left at the door, and boiled it for soup.

"You lied to me." Lin Yuguo suddenly said this when Song Yaze was carrying him to boil water.

"what?"

Song Yaze didn't react for a while, and it took a few seconds for him to remember what happened to the sweet potato just now, and asked:

"How did you know?"

"You only lose as many sweet potato skins as one," Lin Yuguo said, pointing to two piles of sweet potato skins on the ground, one large and one small, "I lost three times as many skins as you."

——This little guy is quite observant!

Song Yaze didn't feel embarrassed because the lie was exposed, but smiled and praised Lin Yuguo: "Yes, you have good eyesight!"

Lin Yuguo was silent, this kind of silence is extremely rare for a 12-year-old child, he stared blankly at the sweet potato skins, the two piles of sweet potato skins that were already cold suddenly seemed to catch fire at this moment, burning his helpless heart Baked warm.

"Brother." Lin Yuguo looked at Song Yaze, clutching the corner of his crumpled clothes, and said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Song Yaze put the lid on the pot, raised his head and asked strangely.

"...This is the first time I call you brother..."

Lin Yuguo seemed to be the weirder one, he frowned as if he had been wronged.

"……Oh."

Song Yaze touched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Good boy."

In the next few days, the relationship between Lin Yuguo and Song Yaze became closer day by day. Maybe it was the common hatred they showed when they faced the same enemy Wang Xiujuan, or maybe it was the instinctive unity of people in times of adversity.

Wang Xiujuan still kept swearing, carried sandbags at regular times every day, and went to work in the morning and returned at night. She was also a "office worker" from [-] to [-]. This also temporarily freed the two of them from her torment.