The First Order

“Liuyuan, see what I brought to you,” Wang Fugui’s voice floated far before he arrived at the school.

Yan Liuyuan eyes opened in the duvet, he didn’t want to get up.

Elder Sister Xiaoyu said while folding his clothes, “Get up Liuyuan.”

“Sorry, I’m going to sleep for a while!” Muttered Yan Liuyuan.

Elder Sister Xiaoyu laughed: “If you get up XNUMX minutes a day, you have more than XNUMX hours a year, you can use it to do your favorite things. Do you think about what you like most?”

Yan Liuyuan thought for a long time and wondered, “My favorite thing is to sleep …”

“Get up,” Elder Sister Xiaoyu frowns: “more irritating than your brother!”

As Elder Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan’s quilt, the heat in the quilt immediately ran away, and Yan Liuyuan had to get up reluctantly.

It is already winter at this time. In this era, the winter is extremely cold. In Yan Liuyuan’s memory, people in the market town froze to the streets every winter, or they died in their shacks.

The shack was built with branches or iron frames. All around can only be wrapped with rags, and it does not block the wind at all.

Those years when he and Ren Xiaosu shivered in the shack, Ren Xiaosu wished to wrap all their clothes, whether summer or winter, in Yan Liuyuan, but it was still cold.

But every time I think of those times, Yan Liuyuan feels happy.

He recalled what Ren Xiaosu had said to him at that time: “Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but from pain. When you are bitter and unbearable, and you suddenly taste some sweetness, you will want Hard to live, the sweetness may not be much to others, but for you at that moment is the greatest happiness. “

Sometimes Yan Liuyuan feels that if Ren Xiaosu was born in a barrier, he might become a philosopher as Mister Zhang said.

Wang Fugui came in with two sweet potatoes. He greeted, “Xiaoyu, you and Liuyuan are one by one. Eat them while you are hot.”

“Uncle Fugui,” Yan Liuyuan took over the sweet potatoes: “Why do you like sweet potatoes so much that you cook them every day?”

Wang Fugui said with a smile: “When I was young, there was a famine outside the 107 barrier. I followed my dad to flee here to trust relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. At one time we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild. My dad bakes it for me, and I thought roasted sweet potatoes were the best thing in the world. “

Since the last midnight shooting, Wang Fugui came in wearing a coat and wanted to pay for Wang Congyang. Yan Liuyuan’s name for Wang Fugui changed.

Wang Fugui also noticed this change and rejoiced.

He really likes the two brothers, much stronger than his silly son Wang Dalong. He has squinted Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan to struggle a little bit over the years, and he really feels that the brothers are not easily.

Wang Fugui watched Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes. He suddenly looked at the school and sighed: “Mister Zhang, there is no teacher in our market town.”

Yan Liuyuan said indifferently: “So what’s up, he will be Mr. Teacher when my brother comes back.”

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato. The day should be the most sensational day for all the refugees in the market town.

Several personnel trucks and off-road vehicles parked at the gate of the academy. The big shot of the surnamed Luo in the barriers respected Zhang Jinglin before and after him, like a large Court Eunuch in a storybook.

The exiles also did not expect that Mister Zhang in their market town turned out to be a lot. I knew that I would not save the tuition at that time, and I sent my children to the school.

What’s the matter in case?

Thinking of this, many migrants have decided to send their children to school. The logic of the migrants is so simple. They don’t send their children to school for any knowledge, but for “relationship.”

But before they finished thinking about it, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.

Yan Liuyuan and Elder Sister Xiaoyu, who live in the academy, were completely ignored by people like the air. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang never came to their trouble again.

But the problem is that although no one came to find trouble, there were many unfamiliar exiles at the door, some selling fruits and some selling vegetables. Wang Fugui has seen some of them. Normally, they are all factory workers. Now But it seems like they do not know.

Only then did Wang Fugui realize that the management of the market towns by the barriers was not as simple as imagined, and the refugees had long since become the eye of the barriers.

These people are normally ordinary refugees, but once some of the refugees want to rebel in series or even strike together, they will immediately tell the barriers who is behind them.

No wonder the two previous strikes were immediately suppressed by the private army of the barriers. It turned out to be an inner ghost.

Wang Fugui wrote down one after another of these people, and he must never offend and never speak to others sincerely.

The people who followed at the door were not only homeless people, but also a few people who were obviously more fierce than the private army. Wang Fugui guessed that it was probably the Qing Consortium.

Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: “There was a factory worker in front of Jing Mountain who came back and said that there seemed to be movement. There was a volcano erupting in Jing Mountain, and there were dark clouds over Jing Mountain.”

However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: “My brother must be fine.”

Because, his wish is that he will use his life to keep Ren Xiaosu all the way home.

He is not dead now, which means Ren Xiaosu is fine.

I’m afraid Wang Fugui and Elder Sister Xiaoyu will not believe this kind of thing, and Yan Liuyuan will not tell his secrets casually.

Wang Fugui thought for a while and said, “Also, as for Ren Xiaosu, it must be bad person last for a thousand years.”

However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a chill on his back. Wang Fugui pressed his doubts and lowered his voice to Yan Liuyuan and Elder Sister Xiaoyu. “Be careful recently, if you want to leave the market town, tell me , I help you find a way. I don’t think these people are coming for you, but for Ren Xiaosu. “

Wang Fugui is an individual. He thinks that the people at the door are like a net, waiting for anyone to join the net.

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away. Who else can this network target other than Ren Xiaosu?

“They are going to catch Ren Xiaosu? Why?” Elder Sister Xiaoyu almost exclaimed.

Wang Fugui thought for a long time and suddenly said, “Don’t Ren Xiaosu scourge the team of the barrier in Jing Mountain again? Probably!”

However, his vision still showed Wang Fugui’s imagination. Ren Xiaosu not only blamed the band, but also Qing Consortium …

At this time, Qing Zhen was standing helpless on a certain hillside: “What time does it take to go back to the 112 barrier?”

Xu Man sighed, “Boss, you’re even swearing …”

Qing Zhen stunned: “The human device has collapsed!”

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