Of course, Wu Xiaoqi would not know that Sister Ping was struggling in her heart after she left. He vented his resentment and used the new clothes that Sister Ping sent as a punching bag. If he hadn't felt cold, he wouldn't have given up.

In amid resentment, Wu Xiaoqi fell asleep in a daze among the two broken mattresses. He was awakened until there were violent barking, sounds of smashing the doors and the incomprehensible screams of the Japanese.

Like the previous times, the Japanese really conducted a whole city search during the curfew.

Although he was resentful that Sister Ping was unwilling to recognize him as her younger brother, at this time, his heart still sucked, and he was naturally nervous about the woman who ruthlessly rejected him.

The clothes that had been trampled by him were still lying quietly on the ground. Wu Xiaoqi suddenly felt guilty in his heart. He had figured it out now that he had no reason to ask others to recognize him as his younger brother, and Sister Ping had no obligation to recognize him as his father or mother. Since that is the case, why should I be so resentful about this matter? No matter what mentality does Sister Ping send two sets of clothes out of her attitude, or if she wanted to use these two sets of clothes to "buy" herself and not talk nonsense, that's okay. At least she is still a very good person, not only to herself but also to Simazi and others, Sister Ping is a good person with a bodhisattva heart. Moreover, the clothes are innocent, and she should not spread the resentment in her heart to it.

After understanding this, Wu Xiaoqi came out of the bedding, picked up the dirty clothes, and carefully wiped away the dust on it.

"Clang!"

Two thin door panels were suddenly smashed open. Wu Xiaoqi turned his head and saw two Japanese soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms rushed in, and a bright bayonet carrying a plaster flag pointed at him.

"Your, what kind of work?" The Japanese soldiers pointed at Wu Xiaoqi with a bayonet and asked in half-baked Chinese dialect.

"Taijun, I am a good citizen, I am a good citizen." Wu Xiaoqi was trembling all over. On the one hand, it was because he was only wearing big shorts. The weather was indeed cold, but more of it was his physiological reaction. After all, he was just a child who had not grown up.

Looking at the scared and trembling thin young man in front of him, the two Japanese obviously had no interest in making things difficult. The other Japanese used a bayonet to pick up the broken cotton mattress on the bed. After leaving a few holes in the already worn mattress, he took his companions away.

Wu Xiaoqi was really scared. He also wanted to be more backbone and show his fear, but when he was really facing the bayonet of the Japanese soldiers, the original fear immediately occupied his brain and his physical reaction was completely out of control. After seeing the Japanese left, his legs weakened and he fell to the ground. Before the Japanese entered the door, he was still worried about Sister Ping, but at this moment he had completely forgotten her person. When he recovered a little, he suddenly became startled, rushed to the door, and looked at the house where Sister Ping lived.

The dog barked fiercely, and the incandescent light of the flashlight kept passing through the dark night sky, and there were many torches, illuminating the residential area where Sister Ping lived. The screams of men and women, the wails of the elderly and the cry of children, mixed with the birds of the Japanese and the roars of traitors, turned the supposedly peaceful night into a Shura field.

Wu Xiaoqi could see from afar that Sister Ping's house was the brightest, as if the Japanese regarded it as a concentrated place. Many Japanese, traitors and puppet troops drove people to gather from all directions.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't understand why the two Japanese who broke into his house didn't drive him there too. Could it be that his cowardly made them feel that there was no need for this?

To be honest, every time he bumps into a Japanese soldier, Wu Xiaoqi will be scared from the bottom of his heart and his appearance is extremely frightened. Even he will look down on himself afterwards. He also wants to be tougher, but when he comes next time, he will still repeat his previous fear.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't know that it was normal for a helpless and lonely boy, a boy struggling on the poverty line, and a boy who lacked care and discipline to have these instinctive reactions. In fact, he was already stronger than many people, at least he was not very panicked when he discovered Sister Ping's identity, at least he did not lose his opinion when he found the gun. Also, he was much stronger and braver than he thought, just like now, he planned to go to the concentration point surrounded by the Japanese. If other boys could not hide in time, how could they sacrifice their lives to join in the fun?

When Wu Xiaoqi walked into a group of familiar neighbors driven by the Japanese alone, they got their puzzled eyes. Even the Japanese soldiers who drove the crowd thought that the thin young man was very strange and how could he take the initiative to come in. Everyone, including the Japanese soldiers, believed that it was right to hide without being discovered, but Wu Xiaoqi followed him stupidly.

It’s stupid, it’s really stupid. Wu Xiaoqi himself thinks so, but he doesn’t regret the decision he made, nor does he regret his actions, because there is a voice in his heart telling him: You must go there, she is your sister, your own sister, you must see her safe and sound with your own eyes. If she is really caught, you will be regarded as seeing her off in person when you come!

Wu Xiaoqi didn't know that since the old man passed away and he took over the work of a manure collector, his long-term loneliness and helplessness made him develop two excellent qualities: tenacity and courage!

Although he is still as timid, cowardly, greedy, afraid and lazy as his half-boy partners, he is already a world of difference from them. He can support himself and even help others. He will not be in a state of panic when encountering things, just like when he saw the gun at the bottom of the cesspool, just like when he first touched the real gun, he was not afraid, but instead developed an inexplicable goodwill towards the gun, and this kind of goodwill quickly turned into a sense of familiarity and intimacy with the gun. He didn't know that the familiarity and intimacy with the gun was something that many masters who played guns dreamed of; he didn't know that it seemed destined in the dark, and he was born for the gun; he didn't know that the gun would be his closest relative for a long time.

A large group of people were concentrated in this open space by the Japanese, surrounded by dense Japanese puppet troops, with dark muzzles and bayonets reflecting cold light pointing at the unarmed people. The adults did not dare to breathe loudly, and the children did not dare to cry out loud. Apart from the few traitors who kept shouting, they could only hear the sound of torches burning here.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't hear what those traitors were saying at all. He was all looking for Sister Ping, but so many eyes were staring at the crowd, how could he dare to look around?
Chapter completed!