Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Just as dawn was breaking, the jeep borrowed from the army started up with a roar.

These days, a four-wheeled Jeep is rarer than a giant panda. A bright green Jeep parked at the gate of a compound is a symbol of status.

Gu Changfeng rolled down the car window, resting one hand on the steering wheel – a pose that looked incredibly cool. Meng Yaya sat in the passenger seat, with two thick cotton cushions under her bottom, barely able to see the scenery outside the window.

"Hold on tight!" Gu Changfeng stepped on the gas, and the car sped off like a green wild boar.

The county's train station is quite old; it's still a Russian-style building with a pointed roof and red bricks.

Before even reaching the station square, a wave of heat, a mixture of coal smoke, sweat, and tobacco fumes, hit you. There were so many people, carrying sacks, baskets, and net bags, crammed together like dumplings in a pot.

"Black Wind, watch the car." Meng Yaya patted the big wolfhound in the back seat.

Black Wind barked and lay down in the middle of the front seat. Its eerie green eyes stared out of the car window, scaring several passersby who wanted to come over to see the unusual creature and causing them to shrink back.

Gu Changfeng turned off the car, opened the door, and got out.

He wore his faded military uniform today, without a hat, and his hair was cut short, standing up in all directions, making him look exceptionally energetic.

The tall man, standing over six feet tall, was like a pillar of strength in the crowd, automatically parting the chaotic flow of people.

Lin Wanrou followed behind, clutching a military water bottle filled with mung bean soup with brown sugar. She was nervous, her palms sweaty, and she kept tugging at the hem of her clothes, afraid of looking disheveled.

"Mom, relax." Meng Yaya was scooped up by Gu Changfeng and put on his neck.

The view suddenly opened up.

"I'm worried your Grandpa Sun will think we're being neglectful," Lin Wanrou muttered softly. "We didn't even hold up a sign. With so many people here, what if we get mixed up?"

"I can't argue with that." Meng Yaya grabbed Gu Changfeng's head with her two little hands, scanning the exit like a radar. "I can smell that old man Sun's Chinese medicine smell from three miles away."

That's what they say, but when the train actually pulled into the station, the scene was still so chaotic it was terrifying.

"Waaah—"

The green train, like a tired old snake, came to a stop, puffing out white steam.

As soon as the car door opened, the frantic pushing and shoving made it seem like the door frame was about to burst. Adults shouted, children cried, and some even cursed and swore as they tried to cut in line.

Lin Wanrou stood on tiptoe, craning her neck as far as she could, not daring to blink.

A group of people came out.

Another group of people has emerged.

Even as the crowd thinned out, Lin Wanrou's gaze remained unfocused, her eyes welling with tears: "Changfeng, did you miss this train? The letter said today..."

"Don't rush." ​​Gu Changfeng steadily supported his daughter's legs. "Wait a little longer."

Meng Yaya squinted, her gaze passing through the layers of heads, and settling on a corner at the connection between the carriages.

There, a gaunt old man was struggling to move out.

"There!" Meng Yaya pointed with her little hand, "At three o'clock, that old man dressed like a rag doll!"

Lin Wanrou followed the finger and her body trembled violently.

That was Sun Shouzhen.

But if no one points it out, Lin Wanrou wouldn't dare to admit it at all.

The traditional Chinese medicine master I remember, who wasn't fat but was energetic and had a straight back, is now so thin he looks unrecognizable.

The gray cloth Zhongshan suit he was wearing was probably an old model from several years ago, and now it hung loosely on his body, like it was hanging on a withered tree branch.

One pant leg was rolled up, the other dangling, revealing an ankle that was frighteningly thin. The front of the canvas shoes was worn through, exposing the big toe.

He carried a patched-up bedding roll on his back and clutched a dark canvas bag tightly in his arms.

The bag didn't look heavy, but he held it tighter than his life depended on it, and the backs of his hands were covered with bulging blue veins, like old tree roots coiled on them.

Because of his leg problems, he got off the bus very slowly. An impatient man behind him shoved him, yelling, "Old man, what are you dawdling for! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Sun Shouzhen was pushed so hard he stumbled and almost fell off the car stairs.

He wasn't angry. He simply steadied himself, turned around, glared at the man with his cloudy but still sharp eyes, muttered something, tightened his grip on the bag, and limped into the crowd.

Lin Wanrou's eyes instantly reddened.

"Old Master Sun..." she murmured, covering her mouth.

How much suffering he must have endured on that farm over the years!

"What are you crying about? He's back now, isn't he?" Gu Changfeng's voice was deep as he strode forward. "Come on, let's take our old man home for a meat feast!"

Meng Yaya sat on her father's shoulders, looking down at Sun Shouzhen with her eyes never leaving him.

She didn't cry.

Having seen so many dead people in the apocalypse, this little bit of tragedy didn't touch her nerves.

But she was protective of her own.

The burly man who had shoved Sun Shouzhen was now rushing toward the exit. Meng Yaya casually pulled a pebble from her pocket and flicked it with her finger.

"Smack."

The pebble struck the burly man precisely in the back of his knee, like a bullet.

"Ouch!"

The burly man's knees buckled, and he immediately prostrated himself before the old lady in front of him, falling flat on his face and nearly knocking his front teeth into the cement ground.

"Serves you right." Meng Yaya snorted coldly and patted the dust off her hands.

Gu Changfeng seemed to sense something, paused for a moment, but said nothing, and just carried his daughter and walked even faster.

When they were still fifty or sixty meters away from Sun Shouzhen, a sudden change occurred.

Train stations are places where pickpockets are everywhere.

Sun Shouzhen's attire made him look like a poor old man from the countryside, probably not even having five cents to his name. Logically speaking, no thief would bother stealing from him.

But the canvas bag he was holding was just too eye-catching.

That protective posture, that ever-vigilant gaze, clearly told everyone: there's treasure here, valuable treasure!

As Sun Shouzhen passed a small stall selling tea eggs, the crowd jostled slightly.

A man wearing a baseball cap pulled low slipped behind Sun Shouzhen like an eel.

The man held half a rusty razor blade between his fingers. He moved extremely fast, seemingly being jostled by someone, and leaned against Sun Shouzhen as he slashed the side of the canvas bag with the blade.

"Old man, move aside!" the man in the baseball cap cursed, but his hands were doing something delicate.

Sun Shouzhen was so focused on the road that he didn't notice the ghostly hand reaching towards his chest.

All he could think about was the Nine Dragon Needles, a family heirloom of the Sun family, which he couldn't afford to lose, even if it cost him his life.

"court death."

Sitting on Gu Changfeng's shoulders, Meng Yaya's eyes instantly narrowed into slits.

If it were just stealing money, she might watch it for amusement before teaching the thief a lesson.

But this thief should never have touched Meng Yaya's person, let alone her "treasure of the shop" that she had reserved.

Gu Changfeng obviously saw it too.

As a regimental commander who started as a reconnaissance soldier, he was all too familiar with that furtive look in his eyes.

"Wanrou, don't move." Gu Changfeng shielded Lin Wanrou to the side, then rushed over with his daughter on his back.

But with a human wall dozens of meters away, it would be too late to run over.

The blade was already attached to the canvas bag fabric.

Sun Shouzhen seemed to sense something and subconsciously tried to turn around.

"Don't move!" the man in the baseball cap threatened in a low voice, his other hand thrusting out a sharp shape from his pocket, clearly indicating he was carrying a weapon. "Behave yourself, or I'll break your old bones!"

Sun Shouzhen's body stiffened.

At this critical moment, Meng Yaya's little hand once again reached into that yellow schoolbag that was always full of odds and ends.

The little girl sneered, and the murderous aura that would make even the Black Wind tuck its tail between its legs erupted from that exquisitely beautiful baby in that instant.

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