After all, compared to this cold night, it seems so insignificant, as if the wind can blow it away as long as it is stronger.

But it can withstand some severe coldness, and then paired with two bundles of thatch that can fill the clothes.

The boy who brought Wang Wu back felt that he was not breaking his promise.

At least in this way, the girl sitting opposite her should be able to live until tomorrow morning.

The wind outside was still blowing violently, whimpering, like howling ghosts and wolves.

Fortunately, the four walls of the dilapidated temple are still intact, and there are two doors that can barely be closed at the main gate.

Although there was a little air leakage on the edges of the wood, it finally blocked most of the wind outside.

The flames were shaking on the bonfire made of firewood. Wang Wu held two bundles of thatch in his arms, staring at the beating light with a dull look.

The body under her body gradually recovered a little temperature and perception due to the flames, which finally made her sure of something.

I probably have come back to life.

In a way that ordinary people cannot understand, he has changed from a young man in the 21st century to a little girl who seems to be born in ancient times.

Her name is Wang Wu.

Five years old this year.

This is all the memories of this body that can be found in Wang Wu's mind.

A name and an age, she has nothing but that.

Oh, yes, there are two torn clothes.

"You." Hearing the trembling sound of the wooden door in his ears, the boy sat on the other side of the bonfire, raised his eyes, glanced at Wang Wu, who looked calm, and asked.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Wang Wu's voice was very cold, with a kind of alienation that was almost incompatible with the world, making people feel like they were listening to a dead person's speech.

Well, in fact, she has just regained a little bit of the awareness of living people.

"Is that right?" The boy probably let out a light breath, and then leaned his body against the wall of the broken temple.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at the dilapidated and ferocious statue of the Vajra in the temple and said.

"It's great. Sometimes, I'm very scared, afraid that I'll die..."

Judging from his appearance, you don’t need to guess, and you will know that he is probably like Wang Wu today, and is also a wandering orphan.

What he owns more than Wang Wu is nothing more than three things, a few thicker clothes, a bundle of stolen firewood, and a dilapidated temple that can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Occasionally, other beggars will come to this place.

But today there are only the two of them.

Although I don't know what the specific reason is, the boy is too lazy to think about it.

"Huh, Huh!"

The wind became louder again.

In this night that seems too noisy and silent.

The boy's voice was dull for a long time, and finally, it rang again.

"My name is Ning Queer."

It must have been a few breaths that his voice received the girl's answer.

"My name is Wang Wu."

Then, the two of them said nothing more.
Chapter completed!