Under Duanmu Feng's humming, his sister finally stopped crying. Perhaps she was tired, but her younger sister once again entered her dreams in Duanmu Feng's young arms. The scene during the day had already frightened Duanmu Feng. The young him did not understand why the residents who were usually kind to him had turned into terrifying demons in the blink of an eye. He did not know where his mother had been taken to, nor did he know if she would return. He did not dare to go out and could only sit in the corner, hoping that the door would suddenly open and his mother would appear in front of him again.
Time ticked by, and finally, the familiar footsteps sounded at the door again. The door opened, and his mother's figure appeared at the door. The moment he saw his mother, Duanmu Feng's tears flowed out like a flood. His mother staggered a little. She did not speak, but walked to Duanmu Feng and picked up her sister. At the same time, he threw a bag in his hand to Duanmu Feng.
There was food inside. Duanmu Feng, who had been starving for a day, could not care less about crying and began to swallow in large mouthfuls. After he was full, Duanmu Feng realized that his mother had already fallen asleep on the bed. The young sister was aiming her mouth at her mother's **, greedily sucking. Under the dim streetlights outside, Duanmu Feng noticed that his mother's body seemed to be covered in wounds.
From that day on, every one or two days, her mother would be dragged out by the residents and paraded through the streets. This was the time Duanmu Feng was most afraid of. He was afraid that his mother would suddenly not return one day. However, what made Duanmu Feng feel strange was that every time his mother was dragged out, she would always bring back some food when she returned at night.
As the days passed, Duanmu Feng grew up in fear. In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Feng was six years old, and his sister was three years old. Winter came early that year, and it was especially cold. Because they were poor, there was no fire at home.
Her mother was dragged out by the villagers to be criticized again. Duanmu Feng and his sister hugged each other and curled up together to keep warm. There was nothing left to eat in the kitchen. The hungry siblings stared at the door, waiting for their mother to come back. The snow was getting heavier, and it was already very late. However, his mother still did not return.
Looking at his sister's pale face, Shao Mingsheng mustered up his courage and decided to go out and look for his mother. His sister was very obedient. Shao Mingsheng held his sister's little hand and carefully walked in the snow and ice. The snow continued to fall, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Under the dim streetlights, the two young figures were stretched out.
Because it had been occupied before, there were many buildings in the city with foreign styles. Shao Mingsheng's destination was a church in the center of the city. There was a large platform in front of the church. After growing up, Duanmu Feng had secretly followed the people who had captured his mother and discovered that they had humiliated his mother here.
The snow was very deep. Shao Mingsheng held his sister's hand and trudged forward with difficulty. Finally, they arrived at the church. There was no one in the empty space outside the church, but the lights in the church seemed to be still on. Shao Mingsheng took his sister's hand and went outside. Through the glass, he found that there seemed to be no one in the church. Duanmu Feng pushed open the church door with all his might.
The inside of the church was very old, filled with benches and a large cross. Behind the cross was a mural of the Virgin Mary sending the Son of God to the mortal world. On the mural, the Virgin Mother lovingly embraced the Saint in her arms, her eyes revealing a strong maternal love. However, due to the lack of maintenance over the years, the color on it had already fallen off to varying degrees.
Seeing the portrait of the Holy Mother, Duanmu Feng could not help but feel envious. From what he could remember, it had been a long time since his mother had hugged him.
The two little people walked around the church but did not find any trace of their mother. However, he did find some food. They ate very little, only enough for one person. Duanmu Feng swallowed his saliva and gave the food to his sister. Listening to her brother's growling stomach, the sensible sister divided the food into two and handed one to Duanmu Feng.
"Sister is so obedient!" Duanmu Feng stroked his sister's head and smiled. After eating, Duanmu Feng instructed his sister to stay where she was. Then, he unwillingly searched the church, hoping to find some more food. While rummaging through the cabinets, Duanmu Feng heard a sound coming from behind a wall. Duanmu Feng was curious. He moved away the junk in front of the wall and stuck his ear to the wall to hear what the sound was. Upon touching it, Duanmu Feng discovered that the wall seemed to be made of wood. Upon closer inspection, it was not a wall at all. It was just a broken wooden board. There were some holes on the wooden board. Through the holes, Duanmu Feng saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Behind the wooden board was a hole that could only allow one person to pass through. Behind the hole was a small room. The room was filled with wine jars. A bonfire was burning in the fireplace in the room. A woman was being pressed onto the bed by a group of men. The woman cooperated expressionlessly.
Looking at the scene behind the wooden board, Duanmu Feng, who was only six years old, felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning. He was instantly stunned. Because he clearly recognized that woman as his biological mother. The men beside him were the residents near his house. Duanmu Feng even remembered that he had gone to their house to eat and play with their children three years ago. Duanmu Feng clearly remembered the kindness and love these men showed in front of their wives and children.
After a brief blankness in his mind, what followed was endless fear. Seeing this scene, the six-year-old Duanmu Feng was not angry. Instead, it was as if he felt that he had done something wrong and wanted to turn around and escape. Who would have thought that he would slip and fall backward, accidentally pushing away the wooden plank.
Duanmu Fengfeng, who had gotten up, wanted to run away without looking back. However, a large hand grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground. Duanmu Feng ignored the soreness in his body and wanted to escape again, but he realized that the door was already blocked by a man. Looking at these tall men with malicious intentions, Duanmu Feng, who did not know what to do, could only move his body backward continuously. His eyes were filled with fear.
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