Seven o'clock.

Someone had been in the middle, but he only glanced at the bookshelf. The little boy was obviously impatient to wait, and carried his schoolbag and walked towards the door.

At this time, Zhang Zhaofeng also came in from the door, really looking for Yan Wenchuan's figure.

"Zhaofeng!"

He shouted, and Zhang Zhaofeng rushed over after seeing Yan Wenchuan, but didn't say anything. After all, this place was not very convenient.

"Zhuzi took Zhaofeng to deal with it, and then you follow him back. Don't think about making trouble, otherwise I can't save you."

Yan Wenchuan whispered sternly, and then told Zhang Zhaofeng: "Don't make things difficult for her, let her stay at home, I'll go back later.

Arrange someone to go to Jingya Hotel and get a service at the front desk back. There should be a small sword tattoo on your neck."

"yes."

"you..."

After Yan Wenchuan finished his explanation, he followed the child who was out and hung behind him from a distance.

The little boy walked south without any precautions. After coming to a village, he stopped at the candy shop at the door. After entering, he picked up the phone on the counter and said a few words.

I bought a few candies, put them in my pocket happily, and walked towards the village.

Yan Wenchuan followed his house all the way to his house. There was a dilapidated courtyard without even the gate. The one-meter-high adobe courtyard wall, and he saw a faint light in the adobe house.

A seven-year-old girl with a ponytail may have heard the noise and ran out of the house.

"elder brother."

With a crisp shout, the boy smiled and took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to his sister: "Eat it, I will buy it for you tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah."

The brother and sister walked into the house, and Yan Wenchuan's eyes were hot when he saw this scene.

I knew that this child might have a family difficulties, so I helped the Japanese pass messages in order to make some money.

How could Yan Wenchuan blame him? I thought of running back to the candy store here, buying a whole bag of candy, and carrying it back to the yard again.

This time he pushed open two pieces of wood that were used as the gate and walked in.

He knocked on the somewhat worn wooden door. Soon after, the boy opened the door, holding a dark steamed bun in his hand, and said suspiciously: "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

"Yeah, I'm here to see you and your sister, welcome."

"Brother, who is here to see us? Do we still have relatives in our family? Haven't they all been killed by the Japanese?" The little girl who heard the voice ran over.

"Uncle, I don't recognize you... Have you found the wrong place?" The little boy was still very alert and stood in front of his sister.

"You don't have to be afraid. I just want to ask you something. I will leave after asking and it won't hurt you."

"Oh, uncle, please come in."

Yan Wenchuan stepped into the room. It was a very simple room without a decent piece of furniture.

The kerosene lamp is placed on an old wooden table, with half a bowl of steaming, black dishes, and two black steamed buns on the table.

He felt very upset. For families like this, there are probably thousands of people in China. How can he help these poor families?
Chapter completed!