After that night, Wang Wu and Ning Que'er seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

None of them spoke, and began to live together.

In order not to be hungry and to survive, the two of them have done almost anything.

He stole steamed buns from Yaer Street, deceived the candy man from the rich kids, grabbed the fruits of the vendors, and even grabbed the dog food of the guard dogs.

Of course, they have not made any mistakes at all.

For example, when stealing something and being caught, the owner will basically beat and scold them, and fists and kicks are indispensable in the process.

Whenever this comes, Ning Que'er would hug Wang Wu, lie on the ground, protect her tightly, and let those people hit his back, gritting her teeth and silently.

On several occasions, Wang Wu looked at Ning Quer'er's hard-working but silent appearance.

There are also the other person's cheeks that are red due to the pain.

Her hunched eyes would be slightly stunned.

To be honest, Wang Wu should have been a dead person.

But the taste of living a life of life does not seem to have no meaning as she imagined.

The consequences of being caught stealing things will naturally not be too good, and Ning Queer will usually be beaten to death.

Then, Wang Wu would try his best to find some herbs to help take care of this benefactor who prevented her from being injured.

To be honest, she doesn't like to be favored by others, but her current situation is indeed not qualified to reject other people's kindness.

Her body is too weak. If she is really beaten, it may kill her.

There is an old saying that people don’t have to live, they just don’t like the feeling of death, and the same goes for Wang Wu.

It is always better to be beaten by one person than to be beaten by two people, but this does not affect her doing anything else to express her gratitude.

Wang Wu knew some of the most basic herbs, and several of them had the therapeutic effects of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

This was what an old Chinese doctor in the city taught her during her spare time during this period.

At the same time, the other party also told her that there were many easy-to-get herbs on a hillside to the west of the city.

Although it is not worth much money, it is still OK to use it in emergency treatment.

This made Ning Queer at least have medicine to use every time he was injured, and it also prevented him from being beaten to death.

Ning Queer often watches Wang Wu boil medicine.

In fact, he is surprisingly fond of doing this.

This is a secret he has never told Wang Wu.

It was also a habit he had fallen into since he didn't know when it started to fall into it.

Whenever he saw that the girl who was always dead and dead, she showed a look of worry on her face.

Even this almost undetectable look will only stay between the other person's eyebrows for a moment.

There would be a hint of emotion in his heart that he could not even explain clearly.

This kind of emotion may be a trance, a relief, or something is gently touched.

In short, it can prevent him from regretting what he did.

There is no doubt that Ning Queer is a little too lonely and precocious and sensible child. After all, he has been wandering alone for too long.

What is even less questionable is that this kind of maturity that can be understood as loneliness is unbearable.

A life without support and carefree life will make people feel that their life is meaningless.

Moreover, Ning Queer is just a half-year-old child, so he probably intends to cherish Wang Wu as his "companion", he thought.

Otherwise, he would not have extended a helping hand to Wang Wu on that snowy night.

Ning Quer'er's world is indeed incomplete, just like his name.

He has too many things he has not experienced, such as protecting others and feeling other people’s worries.

These experiences are so strange to him, but they are warm.

As a person who is not good at expressing himself, Ning Que'er always acts like a taciturn attitude.

But as a child, he sometimes wants a friend or someone who can get close to him.

Even though Wang Wu is not very talkative like him, she should be quite reliable as a friend.

At least she will give back to the other party as much as others have paid for her, even if she just regards this as a responsibility and obligation to fulfill.

She could feel the care of Ning Quer's indifferent appearance.

Although the other party never said anything, he would always give her larger buns while eating.

When it was cold, put on one more piece of clothing on her body.

During the holidays, I pretended to give her one or two items that I got from somewhere, and I might also like to the little girl.

This kind of clumsy care is not annoying, and Wang Wu never refused.

She will only respond to the other party in a timely manner and repay with equal value.

As for whether she has real feelings in her repayment, how much does she have?

Perhaps only she herself knows this.

The dull days of the two of them lasted for three years. There were some troublesome and some smooth things in the middle, but they would not change the trajectory of their lives.

Wang Wu's character is also slowly changing in an increasingly "live" direction as the years pass by quietly.

Or rather, she gradually restored her original character.

The feeling of gap in rebirth after death is ultimately faded by the precipitation of time.

The girl probably became a little "cheerful", perhaps because she had adapted to her identity as a human being and regained the feeling of being alive.

The temperament also changed from the original dusk atmosphere to the later free and casual.

Yes, even if she lives listlessly all day, she is much more "lively and cheerful" than before.

However, life is life after all, and it cannot be calm forever.

A sudden incident happened without warning.

Ning Queer was sick, and was very sick, and was so sick that she didn't know the reason.

He was just sick, even unable to afford it.

The old Chinese doctor in the city was seen by Wang Wuqiu. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head, and believed that he was not good at medical skills and could not be rescued.

That was the fourth winter when Wang Wu came to this world. The weather was particularly cold and even the fire could not warm people's legs and feet.

Ning Que'er lay on a straw mat behind the ruined temple Buddha statue, listening to the whistling of the wind and snow outside without a bloody face.

Wang Wu sat cross-legged and used a wooden stick to pound a few pieces of charcoal in a cluster of fire, and a piece of half-cooked sweet potatoes were roasted on it.

"Actually, you can leave." The boy looked at the girl sitting beside him, and for a long time, squirming his lips and whispered softly.

"Where do you go?" the girl asked without raising her head.

"Where to go?" Ning Que'er blinked: "It should be better than staying here and being dragged down by me."

"Is that true?" Wang Wu did not fiddling with the stick in his hand anymore, but just quietly stared at the burning flames in front of him, silently drooping the pair. If they were washed, they would have a pretty good look.

"If I'm sick, will you leave?" she suddenly asked after a moment.

Ning Que'er, who was lying on the straw mat, was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips with a complicated expression, and shook her head slightly without any notice.

"Won't."

"That's all right." Wang Wu sighed helplessly, then raised his eyebrows lazily and poked the sweet potatoes in the fire with a wooden stick.

"Okay, the sweet potatoes are baked, let's have a meal."

"Well..." Ning Que'er looked at Wang Wu's side face and finally did not continue to persuade her to leave. She just opened her slightly "thin" mouth weakly after nodding.

The boy's facial features were very delicate. If he hadn't been covered with dirt on his face, he would have been a very fair little boy.

"Ha." Wang Wu looked at his appearance, not knowing whether he should be angry or laugh.

"You will enjoy it."

Even though she said so, she lowered her head, wrapped the sweet potatoes with a piece of cloth, and broke them in half.

He tore a small piece from it and handed it to Ning Quer'er's mouth.

"Here, eat while it's hot."

"And you?"

"I've eaten it."

"Yeah······"

Ning Queer can't remember whether the sweet potatoes were cooked that day, whether they were hot or not.

He just remembered that what melted in his mouth at that time was an indescribable, sweet and heavy taste.
To be continued...