"Alright, stop discussing other people's family matters here. It's not good if someone hears us. Hurry up and go inside to prepare the meal." Song Zhuiyan patted his shoulder and then went into the dilapidated temple first.
Unexpectedly, there were already people in the dilapidated temple. Song Zhuiyan paused in her steps, and Zhong Qingyi quickly noticed the abnormality and immediately came over. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, someone came in before me." It was two teenagers, both with sallow complexions and skin and bones. A middle-aged woman was lying on the dry grass next to them, and she looked like she was already dead.
"Don't be nervous, we're just here to rest for the night, and we'll leave as soon as it's light tomorrow." Zhong Qingyi said reassuringly when she saw the two boys looking at the large knife in Song Zhuiyan's hand with fear and wariness.
The two boys didn't say anything, but just stared at them warily. Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi ignored them and let the people outside come in to rest.
"Miss Song, you all rest here first. I'll take Ah Zhu and Ji Xiang to gather some firewood." Zhong Qingyi gestured for Song Zhuiyan to stay here and keep everyone safe.
"Okay, let Xiaomei and Xiaoyu go together and fetch some water." Xiaoyu and Xiaomei are two girls who are about thirteen years old.
Xiaomei has a younger brother and two younger sisters, one of whom is her cousin's daughter. Xiaoyu has her own younger brother. According to Xiaoyu, the two siblings have been relying on each other for more than half a year.
Zhong Qingyi nodded, turned around and left. Zhu Xiu wanted to help find water, but Song Zhuiyan had other tasks assigned to her.
"Sister Zhu, you and Zhao Si Niang go find some dry grass nearby to spread on the ground, otherwise we won't be able to sleep tonight." Zhao Si Niang was one of the women with the child; the other woman was named Zhong Xiaohua.
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