Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Chunlin looked at the knife that was deeply stuck in Song Dazhuang's chest. An image of Song Dazhuang standing behind him to block the knife flashed before his eyes. His face was still stained with Song Dazhuang's blood, which had already dried and solidified.

Seeing her son looking at her husband like this, Song Qin couldn't help but feel sad. Song Dazhuang was injured in the chest, and it was a miracle that he could hold on for so long. She didn't expect her husband and father-in-law to survive in this mountain forest where there was a lack of medical care and medicine.

We didn't bring any water when we left, and we don't know who took our water bag away. Now everyone is tired and thirsty. Even Song Xiaobao looks listless. He was frightened last night, and now his forehead is slightly hot.

Song Qin was worrying about where to find water when suddenly a white porcelain bowl with a gold-rimmed edge appeared in front of her, filled with clear water.

Song Qin looked at the bowl in front of her in shock, thinking that she was so tired that she was having an illusion, until she heard Song Chunlin's voice.

"Mom, take a sip. I'll explain it to you after you finish it."

Song Chunlin stuffed the bowl into Song Qin's hand. Song Qin held the porcelain bowl carefully. The bowl was as white as jade, and the golden rim sparkled in the faint morning light. Song Qin had never seen such an exquisite and beautiful bowl in her life, but the rationality in her mind was still there. She looked at Song Chunlin and suddenly found that this son had become a little strange.

Her eyes turned and fell on the baseball bat at hand. It seemed that this stick was also stuffed into her hand by Song Chunlin. The situation was critical at the time, and she had no time to think about where her son found the stick and polished it to be round and smooth.

Questions popped up in her mind one after another. Song Qin opened her mouth, but couldn't ask a single word. Instead, she lowered her head and took a sip of water.

Forget it, no matter what her son becomes, he is still her son. After drinking the water, Song Qin went to feed Song Dazhuang, then Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, and the whole family fed them a sip of water one by one. Song Qin thought that was the end of it, but Song Chunlin then waved his hand at the ground like a magic trick, and immediately several transparent glass bottles appeared on the ground.

The Song family members all held their breath, except for Song Xiaobao, whose milk bottle was also transparent. At this moment, he saw the transparent mineral water bottle but didn't react much, and subconsciously pointed at the bottle and said "ah, ah, nei~"

Although the others didn't know what Song Xiaobao meant, Song Chunlin understood that the boy wanted to drink milk, so he immediately produced a bottle filled with children's milk.

When Song Xiaobao saw the bottle he liked, he smiled so hard that his teeth showed. He held the bottle contentedly and started drinking milk.

After feeding Song Xiaobao, Song Chunlin realized that the Song family members were looking at him with complicated eyes.

Song Chunlin's face didn't look very good. He forced a smile, picked up a bottle of mineral water, opened the cap and handed it to Grandpa Song.

"Grandpa, drink some water." Song Chunlin asked tentatively.

Grandpa Song was silent for a long time, so long that Song Chunlin's hand holding the water bottle began to tremble slightly. Then he took the bottle, put it to his mouth, and gulped down half of the bottle.

"Don't worry, drink slowly." Grandma Song helped her husband smooth his chest, then smiled and said to Song Chunlin: "Brother Lin, open a bottle for me too. Grandma doesn't know how to make it."

Song Chunlin had tears in his eyes and he choked up as he responded. Aunt Song hugged her grandson in her arms with a distressed look on her face.

"Silly child, you have worked hard during this period."

This one sentence made Song Chunlin burst into tears completely, and his heart, which had been hanging since his rebirth, finally fell. What he feared most was that the Song family would treat him as a monster and abandon him like his parents in his previous life. But now he understood that the Song family would not abandon him, but would give him the most selfless love and tolerance.

Seeing his brother crying with tears and snot running, Song Chunsheng couldn't help but make fun of him.

"You are such a grown-up, why are you still crying? Shame on you."

Song Chunlin became furious and waved his little fist to hit him. Song Chunsheng used his height advantage to hold down his brother's head. Song Chunlin's little arms and legs couldn't even reach his brother, and he became as angry as a puffer fish.

The originally serious atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. After a lot of noise, the two brothers were soon so tired that they collapsed on the ground, and their stomachs were growling.

I'm so hungry! This is the feeling of every member of the Song family, except Song Xiaobao who has already had his fill of milk and Song Dazhuang who is still in a coma.

After Song Qin finished drinking the water, she took out the only two remaining cakes and prepared to break them into pieces for everyone to share.

Unexpectedly, Song Chunlin stopped her: "Mom, don't eat the cake, give it to me, I will make it delicious for you!"

Song Qin smiled and gave him two pancakes: "Okay, okay, Mom is waiting for you to make something delicious for me." Song Qin was not worried about whether he could make it. Since her son could make delicious and beautiful water, it seemed reasonable for him to make something delicious.

So Song Chunlin conjured up several take-out boxes, which contained various breakfasts he had packed before the end of the world. The family was tired and hungry after running around all night, so they wanted to eat something light and easy to digest. Fearing that everyone would not be full, he also conjured up a dozen large buns, with both vegetable and meat fillings.

The Song family was stunned by the dazzling array of breakfast in front of them. They had never heard of anything like barbecued pork buns, custard buns, steamed dumplings, eight-treasure porridge, and century egg and lean meat porridge. Plus, the tableware looked strange. How could there be bowls made of paper?

Song Chunsheng pointed at a bowl of porridge and asked his brother: "Why is there so much meat in this rice soup? And what is this black thing? Is it edible?"

Others also gathered around curiously, looking at these foods they had never seen before with question marks in their eyes.

Song Chunlin introduced them one by one. Although everyone was still confused after the introduction, the food smelled so good. Everyone was so hungry that they didn't care what it was and just ate it first.

"Hmm, so sweet, and it's still hot." Amao Song took a mouthful of millet porridge in surprise. This bowl of millet porridge was the only food they knew. Brown sugar and dates were put in the millet porridge, which was sweet. Amao Song fed Song Xiaobao a mouthful, then fed Grandpa Song a mouthful, but she didn't eat much herself.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about us, you should eat something too." Grandpa Song patted his wife's arm. Although his shoulder didn't hurt anymore, he still couldn't lift his right arm. Fortunately, his left hand was fine, and he was eating a barbecued pork bun.

The breakfasts Song Chunlin bought were all his favorites in his previous life. The barbecued pork buns were big and filling, and when you took a bite, they were all barbecued pork. The bun skin was greasy, and looked even more delicious.

Grandma Song also picked up a steamed dumpling. The meat filling inside had a different flavor. Grandma Song liked it very much. She ate seven or eight in a row and then drank all the porridge in her hand. Only then did she feel a little full.

Song Xiaobao's mouth was watering at the smell of the buns, but he had already finished a bottle of milk and drank several mouthfuls of millet porridge, and his belly was already round. Grandpa Song just pinched a little bit of the bun skin soaked in gravy and gave it to him.