Qingyan deliberately shouted inside: "Is there anyone there? Is there anyone at home? We are passing by here and want to ask for directions!"
Although the stench inside was obvious, Qingyan couldn't show it too much and pretend like she didn't know anything.
It may be that a woman's voice makes the other person feel relieved, and the child will naturally be closer to the woman. If it is the voice of a strong man, the other person may not even dare to come out.
After a while, I heard the rustling sound again, and saw a dark child crawling out from behind the pile of wheat straw.
He looked like he was five or six years old. He was very thin, as if his bones were covered with a layer of skin. Just like the refugees in the videos she had seen before, only his big head was left, which was carried on his shoulders with difficulty. superior.
After the child came out, Qingyan heard movement behind him. It seemed that it was not just the child, but there were people behind him.
Qingyan asked warmly: "Little brother, why are you hiding there? Where are your adults?"
The child stood up with difficulty and looked at the strangely dressed woman in front of him without saying a word.
Qingyan was tightly wrapped and wearing a transparent raincoat, but because it was transparent, except for her face wrapped in the "rag" of a temporary mask, the clothes inside could be clearly seen, and she looked like an ordinary villager.
So the child just hesitated for a moment, and then shouted to the back: "Second sister! It's a passing sister!"
Then he turned back and continued to stare behind Qingyan, probably wanting to see if there was anyone behind her.
Their house is on the outermost edge, and you can see it at a glance. There is an open space in front, and you can clearly see if there is anyone else.
Of course, if it was hidden, he wouldn't be able to see it, but he was a child after all, so he didn't think too much about it.
"Are you two alone at home?" Qingyan asked softly.
Upon hearing this, the boy's shoulders shook and he took a step back.
After a while of rustling behind him, a slightly older girl crawled out.
He looked about ten years old, equally thin, and even less energetic than the boy.
"elder sister!"
The boy walked to the girl and stretched out his hand to help her up, but he was unable to do so.
The girl followed her brother's strength, stood up with some difficulty, held the little boy in her arms, and then looked at Qingyan timidly.
"Sister, please leave quickly. I'm afraid there is no one else in our village." As he said this, his eyes became red, and tears were about to flow down.
Qingyan asked softly again: "Are there Khitans here too? I just went to the first two houses, but no one responded, and there were blood stains on the ground, so I came to you.
I am from Yangjiaping in the north of the mountain. Our village was occupied by the Khitans, so we escaped and prepared to go to Handeng.
Can you tell me what's going on? We also passed by here. We originally wanted to do some repairs in the village and buy some food. The village was quiet and a bit scary, so I came to ask first. "
When the girl heard what she said, she knew that the other party was really passing by, so she started to cry. Her cry was as soft as a mosquito or a fly.
When the little boy saw his sister crying, he started to cry too, weakly and not loudly. It seemed that he didn't even have the strength to cry.
Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the two children came out. Since there were survivors, she could just ask the two children directly. There was no need to go to various courtyards to see the scene, which would make them much safer.
Qingyan thought for a moment and asked, "Since there are no adults in your family anymore, do you want to come to Handeng with us?"
She is not a bad person. These two children are probably the only ones left in the village. If they don't lend a hand, the two children will have to wait for death.
And she also knew that the more than a dozen villagers in Yangjiaping were relatively kind-hearted people. If they didn't have any queens, there was no way they would be willing to adopt these two children if they were really with them.
This kind of orphan who has no father and mother is better than buying it from the hands of that kind of human trafficker.
"Is it really possible? Can my sister really take us away?" The girl's eyes lit up and she asked feebly.
They couldn't hold on any longer. Their parents and sister had hidden their siblings in the cellar for six or seven days. At first, they didn't dare to come out. There was no food or drink inside, so they just carried it.
Later, the younger brother couldn't bear it anymore, so he secretly came out to find some food and took it down. He cried and told himself that his parents and sister had been killed in the house...
