These days, Xuyou always thinks that although he has killed many people in his life, he has saved far more people than he killed. Even if the sins and merits are offset against each other, he still has more merits.

So why does God torture him like this and make him lose his beloved again and again?

A few years ago, he lost his wife, which made him unable to recover. A few years later, he had a wife and daughter. He was once proud that he was the happiest man in the end of the world, but he lost them all overnight. He is a good person, right? He saved countless lives in his life, right?

Then why can’t God stand by him to live a good life?

Under the light bright sky, Yuyou took out his cell phone, found his wife's phone number, and dialed it in.

In the central region, although the mobile phone signal was restored, Qing Xiran's phone number was as unreachable as ever, and there was no miracle because he had crossed the river.

In the front row of the garrison jeep, disappointed swept up one after another. Yuyou sat in the driver's seat, and his eyes turned from the face of the sleeping girl in the back seat to the passenger seat, where there was a small bee schoolbag, which was the first sister's very precious little schoolbag.

Yuyou's heart was as messy as a handful of weeds. His fingers trembled slightly, and he took the yellow bee's small schoolbag and hugged it in his arms.

His waist opened the car door with a hunched back and got out of the car with the first sister's schoolbag. Because he had never had a good rest, his feet were not firm when he got off the car. He tilted his body slightly, and then he pale and opened the zipper of the first sister's bee schoolbag in the morning light and opened it.

Because of the fatigue over the past few days, Yuyou couldn't hold on to himself. He leaned on the front of the car with some energy. In the background of a ruined city, he found the original price of the large stack of documents in his schoolbag, looking at them one by one.

Qing Yiyi's birth certificate, Qing Xiran's production certificate, Qing Yiyi and Qing Xiran's household registration books are all in the original documents.

As the original documents were opened by him, Yuyou's eyes burst into tears again.

During these days, his wife and daughter disappeared, and he relied solely on the original documents to comfort his pain.

Qing Yiyi's birth certificate stated her name, her date of birth, and her birth hospital. She took her mother's surname, and her mother was Qing Xiran. The column of father was empty, and her father was unknown.

In that personal file about Qing Xiran, Qing Xiran's father was Shui Miao, and her former name was Shui Ying, Qing Yiyi and Qing Xiran had the same household registration book.

In this pile of proof documents, there are also proof documents from Qing Xiran to Qing Qing, one by one, and proof documents that prove that the birth certificate is true.

Of course, Xuyou also saw the green channel procedures document for the Longshan Security Zone.

He held the pile of documents and fell on the ruins, stunned, heartache, and his brain was so painful that it was so painful that his mind was dull.

In the morning light, Xiao Longbao ran from a distance and shouted:

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Then Xuyou touched the tears that were flowing out of his face unconsciously. He put away the pile of certificate documents in his hand, folded them, and bent down into the back seat. He looked at the sleeping girl and turned around and said to Xiaolongbao:

"Send this child back to Xiangcheng with the children he rescued before."

He always did this. He heard the children crying from a distance. Although he knew that the tone was not from Qing Yiyi, he couldn't help but go up to see it. He saved countless children along the way, handed them over to Xiaolongbao, and asked Xiaolongbao to arrange garrison and send these poor children back to Xiangcheng.

Xiao Longbao sighed, held the boss's hunched body, and said anxiously:

"Boss, please take a break and have a sleep. Maybe you will get good news after you get up?"

"If I don't sleep, the first sister and my wife are still waiting for me to save me. If I'm one minute late, they will suffer an extra minute."

Xuyou waved his hand, broke free from Xiaolongbao's support, and looked down at the bee schoolbag in his arms, his eyes as gentle as water dripping.

Leaving this sentence, Xuyou carried Qing Yiyi's small schoolbag and turned to the driver's seat of the car. When Xiao Longbao carried the sleeping little girl out of his car, he drove the jeep out of the camp.

Outside this camp, there are still many children waiting for him to rescue. Maybe they can find the No. 1 sister by saving them?

After crossing the river, in addition to his garrison team along the way, there were many civilian teams in Xiangcheng who followed the garrison team.

The front line was very long, but it was indeed as Qing Xiran expected that every time he passed by a town or city, he would collect some supplies along the way.

The private teams who did not know Xuyou's real purpose all made a fortune. The garrison also found many large warehouses, especially from the Longshan Security Zone, where the garrison and the Liuye in the Longshan Security Zone worked together to move the materials hoarded in the entire Longshan Security Zone.

With so many supplies, it is no problem to support a few Hunan cities in total.

The private team was so happy that they could not care about Xuyou's mood. As long as people eat and drink enough and have basic guarantees for survival, the wife and daughter of the Heavenly King are gone, and it has nothing to do with them.

Looking outside the garrison camp, the civilian teams camped everywhere, everyone looked happy and satisfied with a happy smile. Xuyou was confused, so naturally he couldn't control Xiao Longbao's sighing expression. He wandered around the city, and as long as he heard the voice of the child, he would go over and see from a distance.

If you encounter an orphan, you will definitely be saved.

He only waited for him to work hard all morning and went back and forth to the camp several times. At noon, he drove his car out of the Hunan City Survivor Camp far away.

Xuyou came to a secluded ruin, took out all the documents in Qing Yiyi's small schoolbag, and then carefully read them one by one again.

Repeating heartache, repetitive tears, repeated longing.

Every time I read these documents, Xuyou has a little more understanding and insight into the process of understanding him and Qing Xiran.

Shuiying didn't lie to him back then. Shuiying was Qing Xiran's alternate name. She met him when he was doing a mission four or five years ago, so she used her alternate name.

The age of the first sister, Qing Xiran was pregnant for ten months, which was very accurate in time. In recent years, when Xu You took care of the mother and mother, how did Qing Xiran raise the first sister so well with a severe and ever-present headache?
Chapter completed!