The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless, beacons of war in troubled times.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and there were many people everywhere. It was indescribable to be so confused.

In troubled times, there is always a group of people who will use their own rugged pride to support the personality coordinates of the whole society, so troubled times also gain a kind of spiritual extradition.

But at this time, the people who had dispersed in a hurry had been numbed by the first ferocious and bloody scenes of the troubled times. The deaths of Ma Li and Liu San were like a bug hitting a spider web, causing no ripples.

In a trance, the singing and dancing of the prosperous times have not yet stopped, and the horseshoes of the troubled times have not yet clattered, but there are already people who are forced to grow up by blood.

The place where Zhang Chunjun settled seemed to be very messy. There was only a small tent for children to play in, and only the children were sheltered from the cold night air, while the adults were around to take care of them. Even in troubled times, the children at home are still the heart and soul of the family, and there is no room for any mistakes.

Chunjun's wife, Xie Xiaoxiao, saw Chunjun coming back from a distance. Seeing his embarrassed appearance and horrified eyes, she was worried. However, when she saw the figure next to Zhang Chunjun, she was stunned. After a while, she said: "Tuzi?"

Zhang Tu nodded, but he felt quite helpless in his heart. His parents could fully accept his change, but to others, it was no less than a complete transformation. The face that should have been blurred in the memory was clearly visible to everyone ten years later. No wonder it was like this.

"Well, it's me." Zhang Tu nodded and said, "You guys live here?"

Zhang Chunjun finally recovered from Zhang Tu's violent demeanor and said, "If you don't live here, where can you live? Stay here first and wait for rescue."

After a while of greetings, Xie Xiaoxiao knew that there must be something wrong with Zhang Tu when he came to see Chunjun, so after receiving the milk powder, he went to comfort his baby who was waiting to be fed.

Zhang Tu said straight to the point: "Do you want to come with me?"

Zhang Chunjun, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, was a little careless and said nonchalantly: "Where to go? My home is right here, where else can I go?"

"Where is your car?" Zhang Tu asked.

Zhang Chunjun said: "It's inside, don't think about it, you can't get out, it's blocked." He pointed to the crowd around him and said, "Why do you think these people stay here? They were bullied by that bullshit, but you were really cruel and didn't hurt me..."

Zhang Tu looked at his hands that were not stained with any blood, except for the dots of blood on his sleeves, and was speechless for a moment. At this moment, Xie Xiaoxiao found some simple food from what Zhang Chunjun brought back, and brought it over.

"Tuzi?" Xie Xiaoxiao shouted.

"Huh?"

Biting his lip, Xie Xiaoxiao still said: "I heard them say that just now Chunjun had a dispute with that group of people, and then...you...killed someone?"

The tone was full of disbelief, but from the neighbor's vivid narration, Xie Xiaoxiao felt lucky again. Fortunately for Zhang Tu's arrival, you must know that Zhang Chunjun is the backbone of their family and the support of her mother and father. If there is any shortcoming, their home will collapse in troubled times.

But despite this, it can't change the blood stained on Zhang Tu's hands, especially the cruelty of Zhang Tu's behavior heard from the neighbors, which makes people feel frightened. The reverence for life made Xie Xiaoxiao a little intolerable afterward.

"Yeah."

Zhang Tu took the food with an expressionless face, but still made a faint hum in his mouth.

"Thank you."