Before the doomsday, I owned an amazing caravan

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Five human cubs stood next to each other, wearing uniform little yellow duck raincoats. Their short limbs were neatly lying on their backs hugging the trunk of the big tree. The leader was a delicate-looking little boy.

It was windy and rainy the past few days. They followed the instructions of the dean's mother and hugged the tree tightly, and they were able to survive.

"Da Mao, are you hungry? My belly is growling again."

As soon as Ning Ning said this, the three children behind her immediately agreed.

Lan Lan: "Ning Ning, I'm just like you."

Xingxing: "So is the nest."

The last little chubby Dun Pengpeng: "My stomach has been growling for a long time!"

"Okay, everyone, sit up slowly. I'm going to hand out cookies to everyone, so you won't feel hungry after eating them."

The boy in the lead loosened his arms around the big tree and slowly sat up. Although the boy spoke in a milky voice, his words were clear and he was obviously older than the other four children.

The dirty little face can't hide its elegance, and there is a bit of helplessness in the seriousness. The little adult looks very sensible.

Da Mao touched his empty belly, unzipped the raincoat on his chest, took out a cookie with simple packaging from his small backpack, twisted around and handed it to his sister.

Ning Ning stretched out her little hand and firmly grabbed a piece of biscuit without missing a beat. She twisted her little body and handed it back, one by one, to Lanlan, Xingxing, and finally to four-year-old Pengpeng.

Then Da Mao took out another small biscuit and gave it to the four-and-a-half-year-old Xing Ning, then to the four-year-old Lan Lan, then to the three-year-old Ning Ning, and finally it was the turn of the six-year-old Da Mao.

The children moved skillfully, and it was obviously not the first time they were distributing food like this. In fact, under the leadership of Da Mao, the children have been distributing biscuits like this these days, and there has never been a fight over each other.

Da Mao looked into the small backpack, his face filled with sadness. It had been several days since they had eaten this meal, and there were only five small biscuits left in the small backpack.

One more meal and it's gone.

But I haven't found my uncle yet. There is water everywhere. If this continues, he and his sister, as well as Lan Lan, Xing Xing and Peng Peng, they will all die.

Just like mom and dad, they can only stay in the dirt forever and can't accompany him and Ning Ning.

Da Mao is only six years old. Even though he is more mature and sensible than other children of the same age, he is not very able to understand the meaning of death at this age.

But he knew that every time his grandparents mentioned his parents, they would be sad because they were dead.

Grandparents really loved Da Mao and Ning Ning and always called them their darlings.

If he and Ning Ning died, his grandparents and uncle would be very sad.

The mother of the dean who placed them on the big tree, the last thing she told Da Mao was that he, the big brother, should lead the children to work hard to survive.

Death is a sad thing.

Da Mao quickly pulled up the small backpack with his little hands, zipped up the raincoat, and carefully protected the small backpack into the raincoat. Then he began to nibble on the biscuits in his hand. His big eyes showed determination. He wanted to take the children well.

Stay alive and find your grandparents and uncle!!

It's just that such a harsh environment makes it difficult for even adults to survive, let alone their five children.

The thunder and lightning stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, the sky became brighter, the wind stopped, and the rain stopped falling.

However, heavy fog filled the sky and the earth, and the temperature became lower and lower. On the second night, the water surface began to freeze.

The temperature has dropped to below zero.