PFC Chapter 578 Raindrops, it's our turn to perform, wake up!
Chapter 578 Raindrops, it's our turn to perform, wake up!
The older children patted the younger children on the shoulders to comfort them, but it was clear that neither side felt very safe.
But they all hardened their hearts and didn't linger for long.
After the younger group of beggars left, the older children all looked at Lin Chang'er.
Lin Chang'er didn't delay any longer and led people to meet Liu Zi and the others.
I could hear children talking behind me.
"Brother Dazhuang, can we still go back?"
"Yes, we will. We trust Dalang's choice."
Although Wang Dalang had mentioned to him many times that he wanted to run away from home, in fact Wang Dalang was different from them; he had a family.
He has a choice; unless the situation is too dire, he doesn't need to risk his life.
But the fact that he chose the female knight-errant shows that he has a future.
The heroine also said that she might die, but what if she survives?
If someone is willing to take them away, and they survive, things will be different!
"I believe in Brother Dazhuang."
Lin Chang'er was slightly touched, but she didn't say much to comfort the children.
She didn't know these children, nor did she have the time to learn about them in detail.
She's willing to lend a hand, but she doesn't want to give away free lunches.
What you have to fight tooth and nail to get is what you will cherish.
This is to guide them in the future. They have been displaced since childhood, experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and gone through the baptism of life. What is there to fear in the future?
Of course, I will cherish the days to come even more.
However, judging by the timeline, the reinforcements brought by Wu Qingfeng should be arriving soon.
So, the situation is probably better than the children think.
"Someone's coming..." Wang Dalang suddenly shouted, grabbing Lin Chang'er's hand, his little hand trembling slightly.
Lin Chang'er was startled, and then she heard the noise as well. It was the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a large and a small horse leading the way, rushing towards them, followed by vehicles.
Judging from the number, it seems that all the vehicles that could be requisitioned in the village have been requisitioned.
“They are friendly forces.” Lin Chang’er’s expression softened.
He raised his hand and waved in that direction.
"Mother!" came a child's voice; it was the little goldfish's voice.
"Little goldfish, stay close to Uncle Wu and don't rush in!"
"it is good!"
The horses passed by Lin Chang'er without stopping, but the two riders, one big and one small, nodded to them.
Lin Chang'er wasn't in a hurry to leave; she waited for the procession to pass before leading her people to follow behind.
At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Lin Beishan arrived at the dock by boat, and Old Huo led the people to the town in an orderly manner.
Lin Beishan and Bai He, along with their children, stood on the deck and looked out into the distance.
Bai He frowned. "The fire is quite large. If it continues to burn like this, the town will be destroyed by the time it's extinguished."
Gu Xiaoman, her tiny body pressed against the railing, her little mouth agape, exclaimed, "Such a big fire!"
Xiao Bao's height was a factor; even standing on tiptoe, he was still too short to see, and he jumped up and down anxiously, shouting, "Let me see! Let me see!"
The slightly older children next to him lifted him up like a sedan chair, finally fulfilling his wish.
The little one covered his mouth in shock, unable to utter a sound.
Gu Xiaolu leaned against Bai He and asked, "Grandma, the houses in town have burned down. Does that mean the people in town have nowhere to live?"
Bai He held the little girl's shoulder and nodded, "Yes."
Gu Xiaolu's small brows furrowed unconsciously.
Lin Beishan sighed, "We can't throw big fireworks, so let's send some water fireworks instead!"
Bai He naturally had no objections. The couple exchanged a glance and reached a consensus.
Lin Beishan patted the drowsy raindrop in his arms, "Raindrop, it's our turn to perform, wake up..."