Suddenly hearing the cry of a baby, Old Man Jiang was frightened and quickly checked to see his grandson in his arms. However, no, the cry came from far away.

Maybe someone else, like him before, was on the road with their children?

But looking at the vast expanse of white in the distance and seeing no one, Old Man Jiang thought again, could it be a situation similar to that of the mother and child who froze to death, but the child was not dead yet?

Thinking of this, Old Man Jiang instinctively followed the sound.

Without looking far, we came to an icy lake. On the frozen lake, there were two naked babies lying on it!

"ah?"

Old Man Jiang walked over tremblingly and saw two babies, white and tender, only about a foot long, as if they were just born.

There happened to be a baby boy and a baby girl. The baby boy closed his eyes and clucked his tongue, but he didn't even cry!

The baby girl was relatively normal. She couldn't open her eyes and cried desperately. She was attracted by the girl's cries.

"Ouch..." Old Man Jiang hurried forward and looked around, but there was no one else there.

So where did these two babies come from? Who gave birth to two children in this harsh winter and then abandoned them in the ice and snow?

He didn't care so much and immediately picked up the two children and put them in his arms.

But then, he fell heavily to the ground!

With no strength left, Old Man Jiang was trying to hold on for a breath and wanted to take his grandson's body home. He might still be able to hold on while he was walking numbly like a zombie, but now after a lot of tossing and holding three children, he really couldn't hold on.

Not moving anymore.

He just lay on the ice lake, panting, not knowing what to do.

It's so pitiful. How long have you been born? Before you even open your eyes to take a look at the world, you will die in the ice and snow.

However, this world may be like this. This is not the first time that Old Man Jiang has seen an abandoned baby, but all he has seen before...are skeletons.

In Chashan Village where he is located, one or two babies die almost every year. Some of them are really dead, born sick or unable to survive and starve to death, but some... are abandoned.

On the edge of Chashan Village, there is a baby tower about ten feet high. It is actually a tower-shaped pile of stones, specially used for abandoned babies.

Some poor families are so cruel that they drown babies who are born sick or unable to live, and many of them never even open their eyes.

Old Man Jiang once saw an abandoned baby floating in the river in the village. When he encountered it, he could only helplessly shout, 'Whose child is it? Let's collect the body!'

And some parents really can't do anything, so they will send their baby girls or sick babies to the tower and never take care of them again, leaving them to fend for themselves. This will make those parents feel better, because they will imagine that there are kind-hearted people.

Taking an abandoned baby home and raising it well is just self-deception.

Old Man Jiang once went to see the inside of the baby tower, but after seeing it once, he never dared to go there again.

That scene was something he would never forget. He realized that all babies were eaten alive by mosquitoes, rats and ants. They could do nothing but cry.

"Don't cry, Aweng is with you..." Old Man Jiang murmured.

When people are about to die, they will always fall into memories.

Perhaps, this is fate... At the end of his life, he picked up two children. Although they would freeze to death soon, he could at least give them some warmth.

"Wow wow wow..." The baby girl cried desperately. She clung to the slave's body and turned purple with cold.

Seeing this, Old Man Jiang gritted his teeth, pushed the body of his own grandson out of his chest, and pressed the two babies closer to his heart.

He warned himself that the living are more important than the dead.

Just like that, he fell into a daze again, but then he felt a warm current.

"Cold...no, warm...so warm..." Old Man Jiang opened his eyes, still lying on his side on the ice lake.

The side next to the ice was frozen, but the chest was warm!

How is this going?

When I lowered my head, I saw that the baby girl had stopped crying, and the baby boy was still sleeping soundly, even leaking tears.

Halazi? Old Man Jiang was shocked. In such a cold weather, he was almost frozen, and his tears turned into ice picks. How did this child drool without freezing?

"Is it so warm in my arms? No...it's this child who is warm!"

Old Man Jiang hadn't experienced such a warm embrace for a long time, and the baby boy was feeling hot all over! It was this warmth that made the old man get through it again.

"Is this a disease?"

In his opinion, this was a flashback to the extreme cold that would freeze him to death.

But what can he do?

Old Man Jiang tried his best to move his body, using the warmth in his chest to gradually move his stiff body.

Just when he was about to get up with great difficulty, a cry came from the distance: "Look, there is a living person!"

Hearing this voice, Old Man Jiang was overjoyed. Could it be that these two children could survive?

No wonder he thought so, because in this disaster year, refugees like him couldn't shout such a powerful voice, and they wouldn't even pay attention to whether someone was lying there in the distance.

"Is it because of official duties? The imperial court provided relief? That's great..."

Old Man Jiang showed a knowing smile, slowly sat up, and looked back.

However, this glance frightened him to death.

It's not that the people who came here are disgusting in appearance, on the contrary, they are all victims of disasters and refugees like him.

However, this is precisely the most terrifying thing, because this group of people are running with rosy faces. There is only one possibility... they cannibalism.

"It turned out to be a wizened old man." A group of three people came, and they were very disappointed after seeing clearly.

The three of them are not strong, and they even look a little honest, but what they say is very ruthless: "This old man is old and dry, and he doesn't have much meat. It's better to eat him than to pick up frozen meat on the roadside. Slowly melt it, and you can eat it."

Dissolve."

After hearing this, Old Man Jiang knew that these three people would not eat him.

Seriously speaking, there are... plenty of people. But the dead must have been frozen into lumps of ice, as hard as iron! And in this snow disaster, it is difficult to get dry firewood, and it is even more difficult to melt frozen people. Basically...

...is eaten raw.

Therefore, this group of people hopes to find a living person, preferably a child.

"Huh? There is a child here..."

Hearing this, Old Man Jiang tightened his arms, as if huddled there to keep himself warm.

"Oh, it's frozen into lumps of ice." It turned out that what this group of people saw was the body of his grandson who was pushed out of Old Man Jiang's arms.

"Let's go." The leader waved, and the three of them turned and left.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word to the old man, as if he was just picking out meat and vegetables.

I'm afraid they didn't expect that when there was a frozen child lying next to the old man, there would be two soft babies in his arms.

"Huh..." Old Man Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could be happy, the baby girl in his arms started crying again. Such a baby would easily wake up after just a few movements.

"Ah?" Hearing the voice, the three refugees turned back together, looking overjoyed.

Old Man Jiang struggled to get up, turned around and ran, but fell down after only a few steps.

My legs and feet were numb, and the road was too slippery as the glacial lake was no deeper than the snow.

"Old man, it turns out you are hiding something..."

"Ouch, there are two!"

They caught up and opened the old man's hand, revealing two babies, a boy and a girl. They were absolutely ecstatic.

These two little babies look so tender, white and smooth. They are completely different from the children brought by other refugees. You can tell at a glance.

"stop!"

"Beast! Stop!"

Old Man Jiang was furious, but how could he, a wizened old man who was about to die, stand up to three well-fed young men?

He was easily pushed to the ground and a pair of babies were taken away.

The baby girl cried loudly, her body was shaking, and she was held upside down by her ankles. The baby boy still didn't cry, and his head was clamped by big hands!

Judging from the strength of his hand, he didn't care about strangling the child to death.

Old Man Jiang's eyes were scarlet and his canthus was about to burst, and he blurted out: "Let go of my grandson, that's my grandson, you can't eat him!"

However, the three young men ignored them at all, carrying the two babies like two pieces of meat, and left quickly.

Old Man Jiang got up again, limping behind him with stiff limbs.

They didn't care, as if it wasn't the first time they acted like this, they didn't take this kind of half-dead 'mummy' seriously.

The three of them walked about a mile and came to a ruins, which was probably a small village that was crushed by heavy snow.

Among the ruins, there was a bonfire with an iron pot boiling water.

"Huh? Cook, did you really light up the fire?"

"The wind has stopped and the snow has stopped. If I can't catch fire anymore, I can't live anymore."
To be continued...