Chapter 65 This is a Koi Group Love Story
Listening to the child's trembling question, Qiuqiu was silent for a moment, and finally fell to the ground, trying to use his body to nudge the small bottle in the snow.
Xiaowu didn't even see a human figure, but he waited and waited. The breathing of his brother in his arms became weaker and weaker, but the ghost never appeared. Only the strange container filled with water in the snow moved towards him with difficulty.
Xiao Wu took a deep breath to give himself courage. He decided not to wait any longer. He held his brother in his arms, stared at the bottle of water and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter who you are... I, I will keep my brother alive!"
So, even if he had to snatch things from ghosts and gods, even if he would go to the eighteen levels of hell after his death, he didn't care. He staggered forward holding the stars and grabbed the cold vessel in the snow.
He looked at the thing, and finally tentatively twisted the only flaw on the bottle cap, and it opened easily.
Xiaowu's hand holding the bottle was shaking.
Looking at the pure water in the vessel, and then at his brother who was breathing weakly in his arms, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said painfully: "Xingxing, be good, wait a moment, I will give you a drink after I have had a sip."
He didn't know whether this water source that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was clean life-saving water or deadly poison.
So he tasted it himself first.
Just a small sip, just enough to wet the cracked corners of the lips, and swallow a drop or two.
Because he was afraid that this was clean water, if he drank too much, his younger brother would have nothing to drink.
As for if the water is poisonous but the amount is small, what should we do?
Xiaowu didn't think so much, because if he didn't drink this little water, his brother might starve to death after he died without even having a drink of clean water.
What's more, they have been eating soil for a long time, and their stomachs are all heavy. If they have no more food, they will die sooner or later in this winter.
But the little bit of water that Xiaowu drank with fear gave him a completely different feeling.
He stopped and stared at the clean liquid shaking in the vessel in his hand with wide eyes, confirming that the thirst in his body and the little bit of mental strength he had recovered were not illusions.
That's enough.
He hurriedly placed the bottle of water carefully on the side of the road, half-knelt in the snow, changed the position of his brother in his arms, then pinched the child's equally dry mouth, aimed the bottle mouth at his brother, and slowly and carefully poured the water in.
He was reluctant to waste even a single drop. Even when the bottle was empty, he still grabbed a handful of snow, shook it, and covered his cold body with it to let it melt into snow water. After washing the remaining liquid in the bottle, he slowly fed it to Xingxing.
During this process, he was constantly swallowing, but he never allowed himself to drink even a drop more.
After feeding her the water, he tied the small bottle with a linen cloth and hung it on his body, then held Xingxing in his arms, knelt on the ground, bent over and kowtowed heavily towards the place where the bottle had fallen before.
"Thank you for your charity. No matter who you are, I am willing to give you my life. If you are really the Lord Wuchang from hell who has come to claim my soul, then please take me away. My brother is still young, and I can die for him."
The child's hoarse voice was picked up and blown away by the wind and snow, like a dying whisper.
The moment he knelt down holding Xingxing, Qiuqiu hurriedly flew to the side. Looking at Xiaowu kowtowing to the air, Qiuqiu gently called out Xingxing.
That bottle of spiritual spring water is the best life-saving medicine for children.
At least Xingxing's breathing gradually stabilized, and even though he was still shivering from the cold, he was able to open his eyes on his own.
The moment he regained consciousness, Qiuqiu quickly told him what had just happened.
Xingxing's eyes blinked slowly for a moment, and the next second, he moved his body, which had regained some strength, and under his brother's stunned gaze, he stood up from his arms, with half of his body sunk in the thick snow.
"Brother, get up~" Xingxing reached out to pull Xiaowu who was still kneeling on the ground.
Xiaowu looked at him in a daze, and was easily pulled up by him in a daze, and was led forward by him.
Before Xingxing took a step, the ball rose up and flew out. It needed to scan the area as quickly as possible to see if there was any safe place nearby where the two children could temporarily stay.
If we rely on the two children to search slowly, even two bottles of spiritual spring water may not be of any use.
Xiaowu followed Xingxing silently, their two dirty little hands were always tightly held together, neither of them let go.
The original string of small footprints in the snow turned into two strings, one in front and one behind, and slowly extended to an empty hut.
It's about to collapse under the weight of the snow.
Qiuqiu said to Xingxing, who was standing in front of the hut but didn't go in, "Baby, pack up the snow in your space and then quietly throw it into the snow. This way, this little hut can last a little longer."
When Xiaowu went forward to push the door, Xingxing followed Qiuqiu's method and put the snow on the roof into the space.
When Xiaowu looked into the house, Xingxing threw the snow in the space to the other side of the hut.
"Xingxing, come in quickly." Xiaowu stood at the door. His body was even more fragile than this hut. He was swaying as if he would fall down at any moment.
Xingxing looked up and saw that the small hut was empty. It should be after the winter came that the family was afraid that the hut would collapse, so they moved out early.
Soon, Xingxing approached Xiaowu while he was waiting in a trance, and watched him slowly push the creaking wooden door and close it.
The next second, Xiaowu, who was standing behind him holding the door, collapsed to the damp and cold ground.
But even so, he still tried hard to hold Xingxing in his arms, so that Xingxing would not get hurt by him falling.
"Xingxing, I..." Xiaowu's breathing became increasingly rapid and difficult, but he held on to his last breath and held Xingxing tightly, like a drowning person holding on to the last piece of driftwood, or like a person who fell off a cliff holding on to the last straw.
But Xiaowu would not hold on to this straw and fall into the abyss with himself. He just panted hard, and in his childish and hoarse voice, he gently said to Xingxing amid the howling of the wind and snow outside the window: "Xingxing, after I die, don't go back to the ruined temple... Wait until the snow stops, then leave quickly, go far away, and never, ever go back..."
Xiaowu's eyesight was a little dazed. He hugged his younger brother and seemed to see the Black and White Impermanence standing in front of him, with their eyes lowered and indifferently waiting for his death.
But he couldn't see Xingxing's frowning brows, nor could he see her weak movements trying to break free from his embrace.
Xingxing really had no choice, and Qiuqiu was also anxious. In the end, they could only enter the space and appear instantly when Xiaowu was unconscious, in order to break free from Xiaowu's powerful grip.
"Brother, open your mouth."
A childish and familiar voice came into Xiaowu's ears.
He no longer had the ability to think, but his body reacted faster and more obediently than his brain.
When a familiar touch of moisture touched his cracked lips and tongue, there was no need to think. The dying Xiao Wu simply exploded with all his desire to survive. He tilted his head back and swallowed desperately, even using his worn teeth to bite the bottle mouth tightly to prevent the life-saving thing from disappearing unexpectedly.
Xingxing lowered her eyes and looked at the human cub lying behind the door who was trying his best to survive. She pursed her lips. After he could no longer absorb the spiritual spring water and finally closed his eyes and fainted, she reached out and slowly followed the teeth marks to remove the bottle that Xiaowu was holding in his mouth.
"Boy, you are in urgent need of warmth and food. The spiritual spring water can only sustain your life. If you want to survive, you can't lack these."
Qiuqiu naturally took on the responsibility of guiding the stars.
There's no way. The older one is penniless, has been on the verge of death several times, and is still unconscious.
The younger one is only 3 years old. Although he has survived the apocalypse, he has always been taken care of and protected, and has no concept of death or survival.
Xingxing is a little zombie who has only lived for more than a year. He is not an adult with a complete life experience and the ability to think and act independently.
Simply put, Qiuqiu was afraid that the two little ones would kill themselves.
In the dark and cold room, Xingxing held half of Xiaowu's body, listened quietly to Qiuqiu's words, and took out the things in the space one by one.
A thick, brand new quilt, a thick, brand new cotton-padded jacket, freshly picked tomatoes and fruits, and medicine...
Xingxing struggled to pull the cotton coat over the unconscious Xiaowu bit by bit, then put him down. She moved her cold and numb hands and feet and slowly spread out the thick quilt in the damp room bit by bit.
After doing all this, all the strength in his body had been drained away.
So she took a couple of bites of tomato, drank some spring water, and took a break. Then, with her bare feet covered with frostbite, she slowly moved her brother from the door to the quilt.
Finally, he lifted up his brother's big cotton coat, wrapped himself in it, and snuggled up to his brother in the coat. With his eyes open, he waited quietly for his and his brother's bodies to slowly warm up with the company of Qiuqiu.
The room was filled with silence.
Qiuqiu rubbed Xingxing's dirty little face and said softly, "Baby, can I read you the plot of this world?"
It was like listening to a story, but Qiuqiu didn't dare let Xingxing fall asleep. Judging from the current conditions of the two children, they still had a long way to go. If they fell asleep with hypothermia, they might never wake up again.
"Hmm." Xingxing blinked slowly, even her inner voice was soft and she couldn't lift her spirits.
The ball flew up halfway and slowly began to recite the story of this world.
"Xingxing, this is a Koi group favorite novel, involving the royal family, and the protagonist... is also an orphan named Li Jinyuan."
"But he was picked up when he was still in swaddling clothes, and from then on, his destiny of being a koi fish began."
"Does Xingxing know what Koi Fate is?" Qiuqiu asked the mentally weakened little boy in a cotton coat.
Xingxing forced herself to cheer up and shook her head slowly.
Qiuqiu flew closer and said to him, "Koi fate means extremely lucky. People with this fate have smooth sailing from childhood to adulthood. They don't need to do anything, good luck will naturally help them get better and better."
"In the story, the protagonist is born with a lucky charm. He is actually from a farmer's family, but right after his parents died, he was picked up and adopted by another wealthy family. When he grew up to be three years old, he met two little beggars begging for food on the road... They were you and Xiaowu, and they exchanged half a wheat cake for the stone on your neck..."
Qiuqiu stopped talking in a daze and looked down at the stars.
There was nothing on the child's neck.
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