Everyone nodded.
Neo couldn't hear them, but he knew that the uncle should be fine from everyone's expressions. He was relieved. He preyed and stood quietly in the corner.
After the war ended, the villages looked even more desolate and messy.
The church was destroyed and the children were settled in the rescue camp near the military base.
As they were close to the military base, every day, they secretly went there to make sure if the brave uncle was fine.
However, they would not disturb him, because the colonel said that he could not be disturbed.
They prayed in their heart, hoping that he would get better soon.
Day by day, Xavier slowly recovered, but he rarely got out of bed because of the serious injury.
One day, he woke up and sat up with both hands on the bed after the injection. He looked up, only to see a few kids lying on the windows and doors. They looked at him carefully, not daring to come in.
At this time, an older girl led them in with an apple in her arms. The colonel had given it to them, but they didn't eat it. They left half of it for the priest, and then gave it to him.
There was nothing but a few apples.
"The doctor said eating more fruit can help you recover," the girl put down the apple and ran out, and she left, followed by the other children.
Neo, who had been standing by the door, did not leave. He blinked and walked in slowly. There were scars on his face. He walked to Xavier and handed him the rolled paper in his hand.
Xavier looked at him and asked, "Is this for me?"
Neo nodded. Xavier took it. Unfolding it, he saw a very simple painting in which there were many children attached with a few words.
Uncle, thank you!
He had no way to speak. He could only tell him in this way how grateful he was for saving himself, the priest, and the colonel.
Xavier felt indescribably touched...
They were so naive and they should have enjoyed the love of their parents and a happy family.
He took the pen on the table and wrote a sentence in the lower right corner: your painting is very beautiful, thank you.
Then he picked up a piece of paper and drew the church he remembered. Neo stretched out his small head and looked at him with a surprised look. He didn't expect that he could draw.
Until the painting was finished, Neo gave Xavier a thumbs-up.
Xavier stroked his head. He took the painting lesson when he was a child and he hadn't drawn for a long time. He was surprised that he was still good at it. He wrote below, "In the future, you will draw better than me."
Neo lowered his eyes slightly. He didn't know what would happen in the future.
Because he knew what a chaotic world he was living in...
It was almost an extravagance to live. What else could he expect?
Xavier saw the disappointment in his eyes and rubbed his hair with his thumb as if he was asking him to be hopeful.
Outside the door, Nata looked at the scene in the tent and stopped walking in. Mr. Jones didn't belong here at all. She should fulfill his promise to Xavier. She turned around and walked towards the general's residence. The soldiers at the door stopped her. "The general is in a meeting. You can't go in now."
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