When Zhong Minglou returned to their tent, Zhong Yingying was wrapped in a blanket and lying in the corner of the tent, motionless. Zhong Minglou was somewhat patriarchal in nature. He had never paid much attention to this daughter before and did not know her well.
"Yingying, your mother is not in good health. Sometimes she may overthink things. Some of the things she says to you are angry words. Don't take it seriously." Zhong Minglou said.
Zhong Yingying, I don't know if she heard what she said, but she lay there silently, without any reaction.
"I will go with you to your uncle's place to see your mother tomorrow. If you still want to be reunited with your mother in the future, tell your mother and uncle that what you said today are all angry words and are not true. Otherwise, in the future, you I will never see your mother again." Zhong Minglou said threateningly.
Zhong Yingying's arm was bruised by Mrs. Zhong's pinch, and the pain was severe. After hearing Zhong Minglou's words, she gritted her teeth and said nothing.
"As long as you do as I say, my father promises to give all the money he earns to your mother. Our family of three will continue to live as before, and we will not let your grandma and aunt bully you anymore." Zhong Minglu said this. After finishing, he felt that Zhong Yingying's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. He felt a glimmer of hope and continued to tell many interesting things about when Zhong Yingying was young, the couple took their children out to play.
Zhong Minglu recalled the past and talked emotionally for a long time. When he came to an end, he found that Zhong Yingying had fallen asleep.
Zhong Yingying, who was still a little fleshy before the apocalypse, is now so skinny that only a handful of bones are left on her body. Her eyes on her palm-sized face look particularly big. They are closed at the moment, with narrow corners, looking childish and small. The mouth, high bridge of the nose, and Zhong Yingying's facial features follow the advantages of the couple. If her face were not so thin and a little out of shape, she would be a very delicate little beauty.
Zhong Minglu looked at his scrawny daughter and suddenly felt bad in his heart. He might have gone too far in the past, leaving all the money and food he earned in his mother's hands. He knew that her mother was harsh on her children, but she never Didn't care about her.
Doesn’t it mean that children who have not received love crave love even more? Be kind to your children in the future, Zhong Minglou said secretly to himself.
It was already late at night, and the huge playground was silent. Occasionally, the sound of neat footsteps could be heard. This was soldiers on duty from the army inspecting the camp.
It was pitch dark in the Zhong family's tent. Zhong Yingying, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up carefully and looked at every place in the tent with the faint moonlight leaking from the tent.
She sat there for more than half an hour, patiently listening to Zhong Minglou's heavy snoring and counting his breathing rate. When she was sure that he was indeed sleeping deeply, she quietly walked to him and placed her pillow on his sleeping pillow. I found a bag next to him. This bag contained his collection of lighters, a small oil can for refueling the lighter, and an exquisite mechanical watch. Before the apocalypse, Zhong Minglou was quite addicted to smoking, and lighters were always carried with him. After the apocalypse, they are the most common. Cigarettes have become luxuries, and lighters that never leave the body have become collectibles.
After Zhong Yingying found the lighter, she gave Zhong Minglou an indifferent look. She couldn't let this man deceive her mother anymore. Her mother still missed her past friendship, and this man knew her mother very well and was good at sweet words. She couldn't tell her mother right. Will you be fooled?
If their family hadn't shamelessly hid in grandma's house, grandma and grandpa would not have died.
Zhong Yingying felt uncomfortable when she thought of her grandma and grandpa. Her parents were busy at work and had taken care of her since she was a child. The one who loved her the most was her grandma and grandpa. If grandma and grandpa were still here, how could they let people like them bully her like this!
Zhong Yingying ducked out of the tent. She hid under the van between the two tents and listened carefully to what was going on in Father Zhong and Mother Zhong’s tent. In order to prevent someone from stealing the fuel in the vehicle, Father Zhong stopped the car every time. They would drain the oil out of the tank and put it into oil drums to hide it. Father Zhong thought he was hiding it well, but in fact Zhong Yingying could see through where he hid the oil drums every time.
Zhong Yingying waited under the van for more than half an hour. She felt that her body was frozen, and then she carefully entered Father Zhong's tent and found the oil drum that Father Zhong had hidden to refuel the van. The oil drum was a bit too heavy for a seven or eight-year-old girl. Zhong Yingying tried it a few times and found that she couldn't lift it. She simply opened the lid of the oil can and gently placed the oil can flat on the ground. "Wow." "Gasoline dripped all over the floor.
Mother Zhong slept a little uneasily, muttering and turning over. The mouth of the several-month-old baby was tightly wrapped with tape to prevent the baby from crying at night. She was already worried and exhausted during the day, and at night No one wants to get up to comfort the child anymore, not to mention if the child cries at night and attracts monsters, no one else will agree.
Zhong Yingying took a look at the direction of the spread of the gasoline on the ground, started a fire, and ignited the quilt not far from Zhong's mother. Zhong Yingying quickly left the tent. As soon as she walked out of the tent, she heard a "bang" sound, the gasoline spread to the ignition point, and the fire suddenly intensified.
"Ah, it's on fire, it's on fire, old clock, old clock..." Mother Bell's sharp voice pierced the night sky, "tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,´ the passing soldiers on duty ran towards us.
"Ah, it hurts me so much, Minglou, Minglou, come on, someone wants to kill our family, go and ask the military commander to make the decision for our family!" Mother Zhong shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Ah, put out the fire quickly, my hair is burnt." Zhong Mingli yelled in collapse.
Zhong Yingying looked with some pity at the family that was rescued from the fire by the soldiers on duty who tore open the tent. Zhong's father, Zhong's mother, Zhong Mingli, and the baby, except for Zhong's mother's clothes, which were burned and had several holes. Except, everyone else was unscathed.
The rescue came so fast that they all escaped. Zhong Yingying looked at the still burning tent and was a little dissatisfied. If the tent had been filled with gasoline just now, the rescue would have been much more difficult than it is now, right? Wouldn't it be possible to rescue them in such a short period of time?
Zhong Yingying was seriously reflecting on the reasons for the failure of setting the fire, and Zhong Minglou had already spotted her with sharp eyes.
"Yingying, when did you run out? Are you okay?" Zhong Minglou had not yet realized that his daughter had started the fire.
"..." Zhong Yingying glanced at him silently and said nothing.
"Son, who do you think wants to harm us?"
