At this moment, Wen'er gripped Er Mao's hand tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, and said:
"Brother Er Mao, I'm not crying anymore. Wait for me, I'll go and give you the good stuff I got, so we won't wait until the New Year."
Er Mao didn't care about that; he was afraid the little girl would slip away.
He knew this girl too well; she was afraid of being a burden to others.
In this world, how many people have starved to death? Even in the prosperous and bustling city of Jinling, there are two completely different places, the south and the north of the city. Not to mention the entire Daqian.
In impoverished areas, the situation is far more dire.
Er Mao held onto Wen'er's hand tightly, and said with a smile:
"No, whatever gift you give, if you're going to give it for the New Year, then it's for the New Year."
"Anyway, you're spending Chinese New Year at my house this year, so I'll send it then."
"Now, let's go to my house!"
He immediately changed his tune after saying that: "No, it'll be your home from now on too! Hehe."
Before the girl could say anything more, Er Mao grabbed her hand and left.
Wen'er was led by the hand, and she stopped struggling, instead holding on tightly and following closely behind.
"Brother Er Mao, I..."
Er Mao turned his head, smiled and said, "Don't be shy, hey, from now on you're my sister."
"Time to go home!"
He suddenly yelled and made a face.
This made Wen'er laugh, even though her eyes were still red.
The wind picked up again, and it was even quite strong.
A young boy and girl walked side by side down the street. The wind blew through the alley, making the old couplets pasted on the doors on both sides of the street rustle.
The old couplets, their vermilion faded and turned pale, dried out in the wind, drifted down from the door, passed before Wen'er's eyes, and floated into the sky.
She sniffed; there seemed to be a smell in the air.
Is it just my imagination? Or is it the smell of war smoke?
Wen'er raised her tear-streaked face and looked up at the clear, blue sky.
——
Standing outside the tent, Jin Jianren stared at the distant smoke signals with a livid face before angrily turning his gaze away.
The billowing black smoke was so thick, and its pitch-black color seemed to contain countless evil spirits and demons, which made him grit his teeth and clench his fists.
Upon hearing the signal fire today, he rushed to the military camp outside Jinling City.
The arrival of the signal fire means something terrible is about to happen!
This indicates that the situation at the front is unfavorable, and the fact that the beacon fire has reached this location suggests that the battle is intense and the situation is critical.
The scouts have not yet arrived, and the specific battle situation remains unknown, but—
One thing is certain: the Battle of Bailiyuan is truly going to be a defeat.
"What is Xiong Qian doing?! How did the fight get to this point?!"
"Damn it!!"
Enraged, Kim Geon-in appeared to be insane, his face flushed red, his eyes seemingly spitting fire, as he threw a vicious punch.
The force of the punches was deafening, carrying a fierce wind. The subordinates standing nearby were pale-faced and silent as if trembling with fear.
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