"Liuyuan, look what I brought for you." Before Wang Fugui even reached the school, his voice could be heard from afar.
Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes under the covers and refused to get out of bed.
Sister Xiaoyu said as she folded his clothes, "Get up, Liuyuan."
"I'm not getting up, I want to sleep a little longer!" Yan Liuyuan mumbled.
Sister Xiaoyu smiled. "If you wake up 15 minutes earlier every day, you'll have an extra 90 hours a year. You'll be able to use that time to do what you like the most. Think about it, what do you like to do the most?"
Yan Liuyuan thought for a long time before saying, puzzled, "What I like to do the most is sleep …."
"Hurry up and get up." Sister Xiaoyu frowned. "You're even more infuriating than your brother!"
With that, Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan's blanket. The heat that had accumulated in the blanket immediately dissipated, and Yan Liuyuan had no choice but to get out of bed reluctantly.
It was already winter, and the winters in this era were exceptionally cold. In Yan Liuyuan's memory, there would always be people freezing to death on the streets or in their own shacks every winter in town.
Those shacks were made of tree branches or metal frames, and they could only be wrapped in rags. They could not keep out the wind at all.
During those years, he and Ren Xiaosu would shiver in the cold in their shacks. Ren Xiaosu wished he could wrap all of their clothes, be it summer or winter, around Yan Liuyuan. But it was still very cold.
But every time he recalled those times, Yan Liuyuan would feel very happy.
He recalled what Ren Xiaosu had told him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment but from pain. When you're suffering to the point where you can't bear it anymore, you'll suddenly taste some sweetness, and you'll want to live with all your might. That sweetness might not mean much to others, but to you, it's the greatest joy. "
Sometimes, Yan Liuyuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu had been born in the stronghold, he might have become a philosopher like Mr. Zhang had mentioned.
Wang Fugui came in with two sweet potatoes. He said, "Xiaoyu, you and Liuyuan each have one. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."
"Uncle Fugui." Yan Liuyuan took the sweet potato. "Why do you like to eat sweet potatoes so much? You roast them every day."
Wang Fugui beamed and said, "When I was young, there was a famine outside of Stronghold 107, so I escaped here with my father to seek refuge with our relatives. Back then, it wasn't as dangerous outside. One time, we dug up two sweet potatoes in the wilderness, and my father roasted them for me. At that time, I felt that roasted sweet potatoes were the most delicious thing in the world."
Ever since the midnight gunshot and Wang Fugui barging in with a coat on and trying to bribe Wang Congyang with money, Yan Liuyuan had changed the way he addressed Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui also noticed this change and was very happy from the bottom of his heart.
He really liked these two brothers. They were much better than his silly son, Wang Dalong. All these years, he had watched Ren Xiaosu struggle to survive together with Yan Liuyuan. From the bottom of his heart, he felt it was not easy for these two brothers.
Wang Fugui watched as Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan ate the roasted sweet potatoes. Then he suddenly looked around the school and sighed. "With Mr. Zhang gone, there won't be any teachers in town anymore."
Yan Liuyuan said nonchalantly, "So what? When my brother comes back, he'll be the teacher."
Zhang Jinglin had been sent away by Luo Lan like a hot potato. That day was probably the most sensational day that the refugees in town had ever seen.
Several military transport trucks and off-road vehicles were parked at the entrance of the school. That big shot from the stronghold with the surname Luo had changed from arrogance to deference toward Zhang Jinglin. He was like a eunuch from a storybook.
The refugees did not expect that their town's Mr. Zhang would have such a powerful background. If they had known earlier, they would not have saved on the school fees and sent their children to the school as well.
What if they managed to form some kind of relationship?
Thinking of this, many of the refugees made up their minds to send their children to school. The refugees' logic was just that simple. They did not send their children to school for the sake of knowledge but for the sake of "connections."
But before they could finish thinking about it, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away on the same day.
Yan Liuyuan and his Sister Xiaoyu, who were staying at the school, were completely ignored like they were invisible. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang did not come looking for trouble with them again.
But the problem was that even though no one came looking for trouble with them, a lot of unfamiliar refugees appeared at the entrance of the school. Some of them were selling fruits and vegetables. Wang Fugui had seen some of them before. They were usually factory workers, but it was as if he did not know them anymore.
Only then did Wang Fugui realize that the stronghold's management of the town was not as simple as he had imagined. Some of the refugees had already been bribed to become the stronghold's informants.
Usually, these people were just normal refugees. But once any of the refugees tried to form alliances to rebel or even go on strike, the informants would immediately inform the stronghold about who was behind it.
It was no wonder the previous two strikes were instantly quelled by the stronghold's private troops. So it turned out that there were spies among them.
Wang Fugui made a mental note of these people. He was not to offend them in the future, nor was he to tell the truth to anyone again.
It was not only the refugees who were tailing them at the entrance. There were also a few people who looked even fiercer than the private troops. Wang Fugui guessed they were probably from the Kyung Clan.
At the mention of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned. "A factory worker up ahead who's close to the Jing Mountains came back and said there seemed to be some commotion over there. The volcano in the Jing Mountains has erupted, and dark clouds have filled the sky above the Jing Mountains."
However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed. "My brother will definitely be fine."
That was because his wish was to use his life to ensure Ren Xiaosu's safe return.
Since he was not dead yet, it meant that Ren Xiaosu was already fine.
Wang Fugui and his Sister Xiaoyu would probably not believe him even if he told them about it. Moreover, Yan Liuyuan would not casually divulge his secret either.
Wang Fugui thought for a moment and said, "That's true. That kid, Ren Xiaosu, will definitely be a scourge for thousands of years to come."
But at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Wang Fugui suppressed his doubts and said to Yan Liuyuan and his Sister Xiaoyu in a low voice, "Be careful from now on. If you want to leave town, let me know. I'll think of something for you. I don't think these people are here for you but for Ren Xiaosu."
Wang Fugui was a shrewd person. No matter how he thought about it, he felt the people at the entrance were like a net waiting for someone to fall into it.
Since Zhang Jinglin had already been sent away, who else could the target of this net be other than Ren Xiaosu?
"They want to capture Ren Xiaosu? Why? "Sister Xiaoyu nearly exclaimed.
Wang Fugui thought for a long time before saying, "Could it be that Ren Xiaosu has caused trouble for the people from the stronghold in the Jing Mountains again?! That's very likely! "
However, Wang Fugui's imagination was still reflected in his eyes. Ren Xiaosu had not only caused trouble for the band members, but he had also caused trouble for the Kyung Clan.
At this moment, Qing Zhen was standing on a hillside with a helpless expression. "When the fuck do we have to walk until we get back to Stronghold 112?!"
Xu Man sighed and said, "Boss, even you're starting to swear …."
Qing Zhen became melancholic. "My persona has crumbled!"
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