Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Two words.

The sound wasn't loud.

But enough for Wang Po to hear.

Jiang Yue pushed open the heavy cotton curtain of the canteen and stepped into the wind and snow.

When Granny Wang heard those two words, she paused for a moment.

He then curled his lip and muttered, "Silly girl."

……

The snow outside is falling even harder.

Snowflakes, as big as goose feathers, swirled wildly in the wind, stinging my face.

Jiang Yue clutched the steamed bun in her arms tightly.

He walked very fast.

She's in a good mood now.

Although my hand hurt terribly, and although I was scolded by Granny Wang.

But the spoils were plentiful.

There are steamed buns and soup.

Most importantly, we've overcome today's difficulties.

Jiang Yue hummed the off-key song that had led her to her grandmother's house.

"La la la... la la la..."

A few minutes later.

She returned to the bungalow where the communal sleeping area was located.

The light bulbs in the hallway are completely broken.

It was pitch black.

Only a sliver of dim light shone through from the toilet at the far end.

Jiang Yue found her way to her room with practiced ease.

Push the door open and go inside.

A wave of heat mixed with the smell of feet hit me.

The sounds of snoring rose and fell throughout the room.

These heartless brats are sleeping like logs.

Jiang Yue tiptoed to the innermost corner.

That was her and Xu Qing's territory.

The snow light shone in through the window.

She saw that the blankets on the small bed were folded neatly.

Tofu cubes.

That was made by Xu Qing this morning.

Jiang Yue smiled.

This kid is quite particular.

She went over, intending to wake Xu Qing and give him a steamed bun to eat.

"Hey, you blockhead."

"Time to get up and have a midnight snack."

Jiang Yue called out softly.

He reached his hand under the covers.

I wanted to touch that kid's head.

however.

I've missed.

Jiang Yue fumbled around in the blanket a couple of times.

There was nothing there.

empty.

Jiang Yue's smile froze.

She pressed her hand down.

The sheets were cold.

It wasn't warm at all.

That bone-chilling coldness traveled from my fingertips all the way to my heart.

Xu Qing is not here.

And they've been gone for a long time.

Jiang Yue suddenly straightened up.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and she scanned the room.

Xu Qing did not go to the toilet.

If I go to the toilet, the bed will definitely be warm.

This kid is usually the most timid; he sleeps as if he's curled up into a ball.

In the middle of the night, with snow raging outside, he would never go out on his own.

unless……

Jiang Yue's gaze fell on a bed not far away.

That was Erlei's bed.

It's empty too.

The beds for Er Lei's henchmen were also empty.

There was only one usually inconspicuous underling, nicknamed "Rat," who was huddled in bed.

The blankets were still trembling slightly.

It's not cold.

I was scared.

Jiang Yue understood everything in an instant.

A surge of malevolence rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

She felt like the blood vessels in her brain were about to explode.

Jiang Yue took the steamed bun out of her arms and placed it on the cold pillow.

Then she turned around.

He took two steps to "Mouse's" bedside.

No nonsense.

She yanked off the tattered quilt.

"what!"

The mouse let out a short, sharp squeak.

Before he could even shout a second time...

Jiang Yue's hand was already around his neck.

In the other hand.

The gleaming steel bar was pressed firmly against his carotid artery.

The steel bars are cold.

It carried the chill that had just been brought back from outside.

The mouse was terrified.

He looked at Jiang Yue, who was riding on his back.

Those eyes shone frighteningly bright in the darkness.

Like a wild beast that wants to devour people.

"No...don't kill me..."

The mouse stammered and begged for mercy, tears and snot streaming down its face.

"Where's the little mute?"

Jiang Yue's voice was very low.

hoarse.

It had a strong smell of blood.

She pressed the steel bar in her hand down slightly.

The cold touch made the mouse feel like its flesh was about to be cut open at any moment.

"I...I don't know..."

The mouse is still being stubborn.

Before leaving, Er Lei threatened him, saying that if he dared to say anything out of line, he would kill him when he got back.

"have no idea?"

Jiang Yue gave a cold laugh.

"It seems you think I wouldn't dare to make a move."

She suddenly raised her hand.

The steel bar slammed hard onto the pillow next to the mouse's ear.

boom!

Buckwheat husks from the pillow splattered everywhere.

That muffled thud nearly shattered the mouse's courage.

A stream of heat flowed out from the rat's crotch.

The smell of urine filled the air.

He was genuinely terrified.

In the orphanage, everyone knew what kind of behavior Jiang Yue could exhibit when she went crazy.

He's someone who's truly willing to risk his life.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The mouse cried out, not caring whether it would wake anyone else.

"Brother Erlei... Brother Erlei took him out..."

"Where did you go?"

Jiang Yue's hand gripped his neck again.

The nail is digging into the flesh.

"The back...the back mountain..."

The mouse stammered out two words.

"That abandoned warehouse..."

"Brother Erlei said there were cookies inside... and told the mute to crawl through the hole..."

boom!

Jiang Yue felt like a thunderbolt had exploded in her head.

It's snowing heavily.

That place was like an icebox.

With Xu Qing's build, if he were locked inside, he would freeze into an icicle within half a night.

Jiang Yue released her grip.

The mouse lay sprawled on the bed like a lump of mud, panting heavily.

Jiang Yue glanced at the heavy snow falling outside the window.

She didn't even bother to put on the coat that she had finally managed to dry.

She was still wearing that thin sweater, carrying that steel bar in her hand.

He turned and rushed outside.

The door was kicked open.

The wind and snow rushed in instantly.

The wind made the other children in the room shrink their necks.

Jiang Yue rushed into the snow.

The tattered cloth shoes crunched on the snow under my feet.

She ran very fast.

Snowflakes blurred my vision.

But she couldn't feel it at all.

Her mind was filled with Xu Qing's little hand tugging at her sleeve.

The silly way he stuffed the steamed bun he had saved into her bowl.

"Wait for me."

"Wait for me!"

Jiang Yue silently recited in her heart.

She ran wildly through the snow, her feet sinking deep into the ground.

When I passed by that cinder field.

Her foot kicked something.

It's soft.

Jiang Yue stopped in her tracks.

She bent down and groped around in the snow.

I touched a plastic bag.

green.

There were a few words printed on it.

By the light of the snow, Jiang Yue could see clearly.

Compressed biscuits.

The packaging bag hasn't been opened yet.

It's obvious someone ran too fast and dropped it here.

......

The snow is falling like crazy.

Large snowflakes were falling indiscriminately to the ground, and the wind was howling in my ears.

When Jiang Yue stepped into the snow, it went all the way up to her ankles.

The tattered shoes were soaked instantly, just like stepping into ice water.

But she couldn't care less about that right now.

She ran so hard she felt like she was about to explode; the white breath she exhaled was blown away by the wind as soon as it appeared.

Damn weather.

Jiang Yue stopped to catch her breath and looked around.

It was all a vast expanse of white.

Just now, I could barely make out the direction by following the footprints on the ground, but now that the wind has swept in and the snow has covered them, there are no footprints left at all.

Not even a ghost could be seen.

This back hill was originally a mass grave, and nobody ever comes here. There isn't even a proper road.

Everywhere there were dead branches and piles of rocks.

Jiang Yue wiped the snow water off her face, her anger rising within her.

Normally, she would have turned around and left immediately.

But the thought of Xu Qing still freezing in that dilapidated warehouse...

That's a fool.

He's a fool who'll beam at the slightest bit of sunshine and give you his best if you give him half a steamed bun.

Jiang Yue gritted her teeth and gripped the steel bar in her hand even tighter.

The steel bars were icy cold, making my palms go numb.

"Over there."

Jiang Yue squinted and vaguely saw a crooked old tree in front of her.

That's a landmark on the back hill.

It is said that the old worker who hanged himself was hanging from this tree.

Normally, Jiang Yue would definitely avoid this tree and mutter "Amitabha" a couple of times.

But today, this crooked tree is a road sign in her eyes.

Jiang Yueshen moved towards that direction, her steps uneven.

As soon as I got a little closer, I could hear voices on the wind.

The voice wasn't loud, and it even carried a slightly lewd chuckle.

Jiang Yue immediately stopped and ducked behind a clump of half-person-high withered grass.

The withered grass, bent low by the snow, conveniently concealed her figure.

Through the gaps in the grass, she saw several figures under the crooked tree.

Who else could it be?

Er Lei and his gang.

Those bastards haven't left yet.

They were sitting in a circle, with their backs to the wind, and there seemed to be something in the middle.

The smug look on Er Lei's face was so conspicuous that you could practically smell his smugness from ten meters away.

His arms were bulging, and he was struggling to rummage something out.

It's a tin can.

It has that old-fashioned label printed on it, which tells you it's a good product.

Canned beef.

The tall, thin guy next to him stared wide-eyed, drool practically dripping down his collar.

"Brother Lei, you really have a way with things."

The tall, thin man rubbed his hands together while flattering the man.

"That mute guy is stupid too; he'll crawl through anything you tell him to."