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Although four years have passed, Shi Tou remembers that snowy night very clearly.

That night, it was snowing heavily and the wind was also strong.

It may be too cold, or it may be that the whistling wind outside made Shitou feel scared. Shitou was lying on the small bed staring at the empty big bed but couldn't sleep.

"Uncle said he would come back during the Chinese New Year, but this year has passed, why haven't he come back yet?"

Although the crazy uncle was not good to Shi Tou, and although he knew that he was just the uncle who was rescued by the place where the plague occurred, he was Shi Tou's only relative.

If it weren't for that crazy uncle, even if he hadn't died in the plague, he would have starved to death in the deserted village long ago.

Every time the sound of the temple gate was louder, Shi Tou would turn his head and look at the temple gate, but every time he would turn his head again in disappointment and look on the big bed.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of the temple gate deceived Shitou again and again, but Shitou never tires about turning his head to take a look every time the sound is a little louder.

It was about to be the third day of the day, Shi Tou turned his head again, but saw the temple gate open.

With the little flares blowing from the firewood ashes that came in, Shi Tou saw a black figure curled up at the entrance of the temple.

Maybe Shi Tou missed his uncle too much, maybe he recognized the curled figure at a glance. After seeing the black figure, Shi Tou quickly got out of bed and ran towards the temple door.

"uncle!"

The man in black who was curled up at the entrance of the temple was indeed his uncle, but his uncle's face was covered with blood at this time.

Although Shi Tou was afraid of death, he still called "Uncle" while pulling his uncle into the temple.

The seven or eight-year-old child had no strength, but with his uncle's conscious or unconscious cooperation, Shi Tou pulled him into the temple.

After closing the temple door, Shi Tou pulled his quilt off the bed, covered his uncle's body, and then ran to the edge of the black pot to start making a fire with dry firewood.

The process of creating fire in stone is very skillful, and it will be generated in a short while.

After the fire was born, Shi Tou came to his uncle's side again.

Shi Tou originally planned to pull his uncle to the fire a little, but when he came to his uncle, Shi Tou stopped.

With the bright fire, the stone could see clearly that there was a little girl sleeping in my uncle's arms.

Shi Tou couldn't see the little girl's face clearly, but judging from her figure, the little girl looked about three or four years old.

"Who is this little sister? What is her relationship with her uncle?"

After a moment of silence, Shitou remembered that he was here to drag his uncle to the fire.

Squatted down, Shi Tou hugged one of his uncle's legs, and pulled his uncle's body forward to the fire with all his strength.

This time, without his uncle's cooperation, the weak stone could not move his uncle at all.

Seeing that he could not drag his uncle's body, Shi Tou gave up after sweating.

I felt that the water in the black iron pot should have been heated. The stone made the fire under the black pot smaller, and scooped a little hot water with a scoop of water, tasted it if it was too hot, and then put the scoop at my uncle's mouth and slowly fed him to drink it.

Perhaps it was too thirsty, Shi Tou's uncle still drank three big scoops of hot water without any consciousness.

When the uncle stopped swallowing the hot water he brought to his mouth, Shi Tou started drinking.

After drinking more than half a scoop of hot water, Shi Tou pulled down the quilt on the bed, covered it with his uncle, and then lay beside him, and fell asleep quickly.

That night, although Shi Tou did not lie on the bed, it was the most pleasant day he had slept in half a month.

The next day, it was almost noon that Shitou woke up from hunger.

"You're hungry! There's still some meat porridge in the pot."

Hearing the familiar sounds coming from his ears, Shitou hurriedly looked at it.

On the big bed, Shi Tou saw his uncle sitting cross-legged.

Shi Tou remembered it very clearly. When his uncle came back, his body and clothes were covered with blood, but now there was no blood stain on his uncle's body.

"Is it me dreaming?"

As soon as Shitou was about to climb off the bed, he saw a little girl who looked three or four years old at the foot of his uncle's big bed.

When the stone was looking at the little girl, the little girl was looking at her uncle with fear on her face.
Chapter completed!