Master tutoring class

In the middle of the night, every household in Baili Village has fallen asleep, and the streets are desolate, leaving only Qiu Feng wandering alone.The remnant lights were on and off, and the faint light cast on the trees planted in front of the house, casting shadows and shadows of darkness.

An'an turned over in the room, rubbed her sleepy eyes, got up and looked inside the bed.

The two children on the inside were covered with thick quilts.

It was too cold, and the younger brother beside him buried his head in the quilt, worried that he might not be breathing well, so An An reached out and pulled the quilt down.

His fingers were chapped, and he gasped slightly as he touched the rough fabric.Worried that there was too much movement, he hurriedly looked inside.

Fortunately, everyone can sleep soundly in this weather, and so can they.An An breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

In the darkness, there was no sound, and the night took away all the hustle and bustle of the day.

I don't know how long I slept, but there were some faint sounds in my ears.An An didn't get up, her eyes were wide open in the dark night, her ears were quietly pricked up to identify the direction of the voice.

The voice seemed to be coming from outside the door.

These days, people in the village use hook locks, which can be opened with a single hook.It's not that everyone's defenses are too weak, it's really neighbors in the neighborhood, everyone's family has known each other since their ancestors, and no one would steal things on purpose.Even in the famine year, there was no theft in Baili Village.

Yue Mo felt that the wind was too strong, and the door swayed.

Thinking of this, An An closed her eyes again.

There was a creaking sound outside the door, and there were a few footsteps.

An An, who was lying on the bed, froze, subconsciously turned over and hugged her younger brother and sister in her arms, and did not dare to let go of her arms, covering herself under the quilt to protect her.

There were conversations outside the door.

"Brother, isn't that bad? If your mother or my mother finds out..."

There was a sound of "pa", probably the palm of his hand had slapped the opponent's forehead.

A slightly angry voice sounded, "Why do you have so many things? Look! You are the only one who is afraid! You are so timid, if you don't want to come, you should go back quickly!"

Another person next to him became impatient, "Stop talking nonsense, you can leave as you like, the door is over there, and you won't have any money after leaving. Besides, everyone is here, do you have a knife?"

Inside the door, An'an's eyes widened, and her body trembled slightly. On a cold autumn day, cold sweat broke out from her forehead, flowing down the side of her face to her chin, precarious.

Looking down at his sleeping brother below, pain flashed in his eyes.He breathed more lightly, lest he disturb the thieves outside the door.

Trying to stay calm, he raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his chin, and moved his feet gently.

"Come in, take it and leave!"

It was too late to get out of bed, and the people outside the door arrived at the door of the room.

An'an seemed to be rolling in water at this moment, her whole body was wet.Inside the bed were his sleeping brothers and sisters, and a moment of great panic enveloped his heart.

what to do?What should I do if I bring a knife?

He is not afraid that he will not be able to survive, but he cannot let his younger siblings have accidents.

He is an older brother.

If you fight them hard...

My mind was buzzing and my heart was in a mess.

The door opened, and An An quickly got into the quilt, pulling the quilt upwards tightly, tightly wrapping the person inside.

Don't find out, don't find out!

I prayed desperately in my heart.

With their heads turned away from the group of people who entered the house to search, tears raged like the heavy rain just after autumn, hitting the pillow heavily.

The sound of rummaging through boxes has never stopped.I don't know if they are hands-on or fearless, but An An just feels that their actions are not cautious at all.

Lying on his side, An An listened to the sound of his heartbeat, which was about to jump out of his chest at any time like a drum. His eyes were fixed on the inside, afraid that anyone inside would make any movement.

"Ah!" My sister sneezed suddenly.

After a pause in the room, An An's hands trembled suddenly, and her panic reached the extreme.

They must have heard it!I will definitely kill my sister!

Tears filled the wide open eyes.

As soon as you grit your teeth, you will stand up and fight desperately with the thief.

"run!"

I don't know whether the sneezing scared people, or the group of thieves were too timid, and they all ran away as soon as they gave an order.

After they left, An An jumped out of bed to check.

The wooden drawers in the house were wide open, and all the silver and copper plates inside were gone.

That was the support of their family's life throughout the winter. Without those silver taels, how would the younger brothers and sisters survive?

Finally unable to bear it anymore, tears flowed from the sockets of the eyes and dripped onto the back of the hand, burning from the back of the hand to the heart, pouring out a flame in the bottom of my heart.

A surge of courage suddenly arose, and grief and despair made him run to the kitchen, where he dug out a hatchet from the matches next to the stove.

The small hands flinched as they gripped the cold hatchet handle, and then gripped it tightly again.

Get back the money from the younger siblings.

This was the only thought left in An'an's mind.

The hatchet has been used for several generations, the handle is already pitch black, and the blade is still a bit rough.Even under the moonlight, it was still cold.

Before the group had gone far, they ran to a field and shared the loot head to head. You pushed and shoved each other, as if they had just completed a big event worthy of showing off, and now they were celebrating each other.There were strange smiles on the faces of the three of them, and the light cast on their faces showed a kind of treacherous ferocity.

Like a ferocious beast at midnight, it is full of fangs, warding off evil spirits.

An An knew these three people.

One of them is an old trickster in the village, who often plays clever tricks. He is already a spoon dancer. His father is the accountant in the shop.When I passed by that store before, I could often see him asking his father for copper coins to buy snacks.

At that time, An An envied him.

The remaining two surrounded him were his good brothers.

An An stared at the three men, holding the hatchet tightly.

When the cold light fell, the two people on the opposite side yelled and dodged. The slippery head was cut in the face by the hatchet in a hurry.From the forehead in the upper right corner to the corner of the mouth in the lower left, a long scar stretched out.

The twisted and twisted body of a centipede.

"Ah—" One of the people on the opposite side yelled in horror, while the other froze in place, looking at An An in panic, not daring to move.

crazy!kill!

An An stood behind the slippery head, and the lamp left in the field cast a dark light from behind him. The shadow stretched extremely long and covered the heads of the three of them, making his figure a bit taller.

"Give me back the money."

Slippery opened his mouth wide, froze in fright.A ghostly voice sounded in the middle of the night, and the face of the child opposite had a cold expression, and the light cast on one side made the face hidden in the night on the other side even more gloomy.

Not to mention, the child was holding a hatchet in his hand.

"Clattering" the money rolled to the ground.

After throwing down the money in their arms in a panic, the three hurried!ran back.

An An didn't chase after it, but silently knelt down to pick it up.

The silver pair that was stained with dust and dirt was tightly held in her hand, An An lowered her head and wiped it with her sleeves, until the sleeves were covered with dust.

He looked at the dirty sleeves, then turned back and patted the sleeves, but his hands were also dirty, blood was coming from the cracks in his fingers, and it stuck to the sleeves, so he couldn't clean it off at all.

Finally, he sat on the ground as if giving up, with his head resting on his knees, weeping silently.

On an autumn night, it was so cold that the children in the field shivered.

When An An returned to the house, the younger brothers and sisters were still sleeping. They went to the kitchen to take a simple wash with cold water, locked the door and lay down.

The bed was very warm.

He shrank back, still feeling cold.

The author says:

Ann: woo woo π_π

Wen Jing: Don't cry, I'll beat you back right away.

An An: How long is it now?

Wen Kyung: There is probably an ending song.