Beauty Replicates The Strong

A narrow street with low buildings on both sides, a smelly puddle of water on the street, and numb residents sitting on both sides of the street, the city is enveloped by a breath of despair.

A petite figure stumbling across the street hurriedly, a coarse cloth shirt on her body, which looks extra spacious. The wind passing through the hall directly lifted the hem of the clothes, like dead leaves flying in the autumn wind.

He has long brown hair, messy by the wind behind his head, his small face is dirty, with a look of horror, a pair of small hands holding two tulip bulbs, looking at everything around him in confusion.

No one cared about this passer-by, everyone was distressed for their future fate, but no one dared to stand up and resist. **It's too cruel.

Walking through the narrow street, this little figure walked all the way, with brown eyes looking around. After seeing no one noticed him, he cautiously approached a building on the side of the street and wanted to step forward, but There was a retreat, and the little hand stretched out to knock on the door, but at the last moment he took it back.

At last hesitation for a long time, after the small minibus was heavily clicked, she finally mustered up the courage and knocked on the door of the building, doing all this is like accomplishing an amazing thing, in her eyes There was a look of relief.

"Crack..." The door opened, and a thin man stood behind the door, looking at the little girl standing outside.

"What's the matter?" The hoarse voice was as weak as if he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"Sir, do you have a tulip bulb? Can you give me one?" The girl bit her lips, her white teeth bit her lower lip, but her eyes looked stubbornly at this like a ghost and more like a human. Silhouette.

"Tulip bulbs? I have three here, one white tulip, one red tulip, and one black tulip. Which one do you want?" said the skinny man.

"Sir, just give me a white tulip." The small hands were slightly mixed together, and the big eyes were filled with a desire, as if this was the whole thing in her life.

"Then, come in and get it!" the man said, and stepped aside.

"Thank you... here is a bulb of a red tulip, I'll change it with you!" The girl said, walking toward the door as if she mustered all her strength.

The door was closed, and there was no sound inside as if they were isolated in another world. At this time, a group of soldiers walked out on the corner of the street, and then began to search from house to house, seeming to be looking for something.

Gradually, the group of soldiers approached the building where the little girl had just entered, and they knocked roughly on the door: "Open the door, hurry up, otherwise it will be dealt with as the underground rebels!"

At this time, the little girl inside was holding half a slice of shriveled bread into her small mouth. She gave a tulip bulb to the skinny man just now, and then got the half slice of bread. At the moment, she was eating it. .

Hearing the shouting outside the door, the little girl choked all of a sudden, a look of pain appeared on a small dirty face, her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her slender swan-like neck was uncomfortable. Stretched out, then quickly grabbed the boiled water in the cup on the table and took a sip, then coughed twice and finally eased.

The little hand wiped a little bit of bread crumbs on his mouth, and then quickly sucked in the crumbs with his mouth. Only then did he carefully look at the man who was silent just now, like a frightened deer.

At the moment, the skinny man slowly got up and opened the door towards the door. Everything seemed so normal and natural, but only the girl and himself knew what they did just now if they were known by the police, it would definitely be the same. Disaster.

**After the invasion of the Netherlands, all the food was collected together, and then only a small amount of food was given to these local residents who could not die from starvation every day, and it was distributed according to one-third of the population, that is to say, only One-third of people can get food, and if they want to live, they need to work for the **.

So if the bread that the little girl ate just now was seen by the police, it would definitely be that both of them would be killed directly. The possession of food was the biggest crime for the Netherlands under the rule of the police.

"Sir..." The little girl stopped the man suddenly, with pleading eyes, because she was not a permanent resident of this small town, and the control of the floating population did not allow her to run like this. This trip She also went out at night and day, and walked step by step from a small mountain village 30 kilometers away to this small town. This took her nearly three days.

"Hello, Jun Ye. Is there anything else?" The man opened the door and asked.

"Have you seen any outsiders? We received information that there will be spies from underground rebels coming to this area." A police soldier pushed the man aside, and then broke in, scaring the little girl into hiding. Behind the table.

"I haven't seen it, there are only me and my daughter in this house." The man replied, and he walked to the little girl as he said, then gently hugged her in his arms, stroking her hair to comfort her .

"There is no best. As long as you find someone from outside, you must report it to us in exchange for three days' worth of food." The soldiers rummaging in the house for a long time and didn't find anyone else, so they gave up.

Before leaving, these soldiers said this to the man, and once again looked at the two with scrutiny eyes, as if to see through them.

**The soldiers left without any gains, but the shadows they brought enveloped the whole street. Everyone became more frightened. Everyone looked at each other, as if they wanted to tell whether they knew each other or not. People.

"It's not safe here anymore, we must leave here, especially you!" After the soldiers left, the man said to the little girl.

"But sir, where can I go? No one is gone, everyone is dead, I don't know where I can go!" The little girl sobbed softly, like a cuckoo cuckoo blood.

"No matter where you go, you can do it, as long as you leave here, you have to remember that our homeland was destroyed by these **, but the souls of our family will always be with us, and they will look at us and let us be well. Live." The man stretched out his hand and gently brushed the girl's cheek, tears washed away the mud on the face, revealing pale but very smooth skin.

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