The moonlight poured in from the car window, making Yan Bubu's hair shiny and glossy, and one could vaguely see a few strands of it that were burnt yellow by the flamethrower.
His skin was almost transparent in the moonlight, his eyes were big and round, and with his curly hair, he looked like a doll.
Feng Chen saw him gesturing to him seriously, and his mind suddenly became a little dazed.
At this time in the past, Yan Bubu would still be playing in the backyard, curled up in a corner of the lawn digging earthworms, while A-Mei would be looking for someone to ask him to go back to sleep.
Feng Chen would immediately close the window at this time, because the next moment, Yan Bubu's wailing would echo in every corner of the villa.
He really didn't like Yan Bubu and was a little annoyed by his noise, but now, Yan Bubu was the only person who could stay with him.
The outside world was in ruins, and explosions could be heard faintly from far away. In this exhausting night of life and death, in this empty bus, there were only him and Yan Bubu, and the moonlight coming in from the window.
Yan Bubu's voice became quieter, he yawned twice, and rubbed his eyes with his hands.
Seeing that he wanted to sleep, Feng Chen stood up and searched the car, and unexpectedly found two blankets on the luggage rack.
He let Yan Bubu sleep on the seat next to him, threw him a fleece blanket, and then he lay down on the seat opposite, covered himself with another blanket, and closed his eyes.
The car became quiet and Feng Chen was about to fall asleep. In a daze, he heard Yan Bubu whispering, "Mom, you have to be well, ahwubanggaadausiya."
Feng Chen's eyelashes trembled, and after a moment, he whispered in his heart: "You guys have to be well, ah... Xia."
Although he no longer needs to train, Feng Chen has always been self-disciplined and has a strict biological clock, waking up from his sleep on time at six in the morning.
He wiped the mist off the car window and looked at the weather outside.
The sky was gloomy, and although there was no sun, the air was hot. Yan Bubu was still fast asleep on the seat opposite him, with the blanket kicked away, twisting his body into a knot.
"Hey, get up." Feng Chen walked over and pushed him.
Yan Bubu didn't move, so Feng Chen patted his face again, "Yan Bubu, get up."
When Yan Bubu closed her eyes, her eyelashes rested on her lower eyelids, like two long, curled-up small fans. When Feng Chen patted her face, the small fans moved and slowly opened, revealing a pair of misty eyes.
He stared at Feng Chen motionlessly, as if he had no reaction, so Feng Chen patiently said again: "Don't sleep, we have to go out later."
Yan Bubu rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. Feng Chen turned around and rummaged through his backpack, taking out half a bag of bread he had brought from the office building: "Come here and have breakfast."
There was no movement behind him. He turned around and saw Yan Bubu sitting cross-legged on the chair with a stern face and lowered eyes, as if he was angry with someone.
Feng Chen paused and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yan Bubu said nothing, with his curly hair like a chicken coop, and looked like he was in a trance.
Feng Chen walked over and looked at him with his eyes downcast: "Who provoked you? Who are you angry with?"
"No one provoked me." Yan Bubu frowned, his voice nasal from just waking up.