This time, the little girl did not refuse.

Pulled up by his third uncle, his pale face kept staring at his mother's body.

The third uncle glanced at Lao Yi, indicating that he would dispose of the body later.

In this damp and humid environment, once the corpse becomes smelly, it can easily cause plague.

The third uncle took the little girl's hand and was about to walk out.

The old man Li behind looked at the luggage next to him, hesitated and said:

"Well, leader, this is their luggage."

The third uncle turned around and picked up his luggage.

When I opened it, there were only a few pieces of moldy corn tortillas and a packet of white powder. I didn't know what it was.

There were only a few thin clothes and a dirty rag doll.

There are two iron basins with nothing in them.

The third uncle took out the doll and handed it to the little girl.

Qunqun immediately hugged the dirty doll, which was a gift from her mother.

It was found in an abandoned house.

It was her first birthday gift in her life.

The third uncle threw the luggage to Old Man Li, "Here you go."

After saying that, he took the little girl's hand and walked out.

The little girl just had a fever, was weak and weak.

Take some antibiotics, recuperate, and eat something. You'll be fine.

It's not a serious problem, this is what Ni Kuangdao said.

The little girl held the hand of her third uncle and looked back at her mother behind her every step of the way.

Reluctantly, leave.

After Uncle San and the others left, the survivors in the room immediately exploded.

"Damn it, I wish I had such a good life. Now that little girl has become rich."

"Who says it's not the case? When I grow up, I will also ask to be taken away."

"Neuropathy."

Old Man Li held the bag and froze there, unable to recover for a long time.

"Good."

He looked at the corpse being carried away by Lao Yi and others, and sighed with emotion:

"You can rest assured, your daughter should be...at least better than before, a lot."

.....

The third uncle's hand was warm as he held Qunqun's hand.

Qunqun's head was a little dizzy, and she kept looking at this middle-aged man.

A mediocre face, a calm expression.

Mom is dead.

Mom is dead.

No words were left.

But her mother told her a long time ago that she must live well.

"I will!"

Feeling the temperature of her third uncle's palm, it was a little rough but very warm, which made her calm down a little.

She was only three years old when the apocalypse broke out.

He has never met his father at all, and he cannot remember his father's appearance at all.

But it seems...

Now I have a reference for my father's appearance.

No, in her countless dreams, it seemed that her father should look like this.

Figures, one large and one small, gradually walked out of the house.

In the eyes of the survivors, it disappeared into the rain curtain.

....
Chapter completed!