So miserable!
Qin Yao didn't care about these expressions of sympathy or contempt. She just wanted to get home quickly and see what happened to her four stepsons.
Although they have survived until now without anyone caring about them, Qin Yao is still worried.
Even in the end times, she had never seen a child so thin. The base had a welfare policy, and although children under the age of six did not have enough to eat, they did not have to worry about starving to death.
Qin Yao took the time to touch the four taro in her arms that were still warm, then quickened her pace and headed towards Liu's house according to the route she remembered.
However, he didn't expect that before he reached the door of the dilapidated thatched hut, he heard angry curses and the frightened cries of children from afar.
Qin Yao's expression was startled. She looked up and saw many people gathered at the door of her house. She could vaguely see the bastard who had disappeared for many days, being chased by several villagers with hoes and sticks.
The eight-year-old Liu Dalang and the six-year-old Liu Erlang wanted to protect their bastard father. The two children rushed to Liu Ji and tried to stop these fierce villagers.
No matter how bad a dad is, he is still a dad after all. Children's love is pure, and their actions are understandable.
But the father's behavior is really puzzling.
Not only did he not stop the two children, nor did he worry about whether they would get hurt, but he jumped up and hid behind his sons with great skill, asking them to help stop the villagers and cheering for them:
"Da Lang, Er Lang, come to Daddy!"
But this was like hitting a rock with an egg. The two thin boys were pushed away and fell heavily to the ground, twitching in pain.
The twins stood at the door of their home and cried loudly, crying and shouting: "Don't hit my brother... wuwuwu... don't hit my brother!"
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