At this moment, my mother knew how to hold the dead child and cry loudly. Her trembling heart was tortured by the pain. She looked at Si Mao who was motionless in her arms and said no,
Half a sentence later, his mother was dumbfounded. His mother was really dumbfounded. Tears fell on Si Mao's cold face.
Si Mao was lying in his mother's arms. He was like a bundle of dried firewood, so weak and pitiful. Hairy #4's face was dark purple, without a trace of blood.
At this moment, my mother's entire person, her entire heart, is about to collapse. His brain stopped moving and went completely blank. His mother was like a wooden statue standing there motionlessly.
Sad tears streamed down her face.
I could see that at this moment, my mother's heart felt as if someone had taken it away from her, tearing it apart piece by piece. The mother's heart ached for her child, who was trembling all over. His mother couldn't believe that Si Mao was really dead.
My little brother Si Mao died so pitifully. Looking at his thin and weak body made me feel so uncomfortable that I almost died.
San Mao was still tied to the window frame, crying pitifully for her mother.
Yu Hanyang also sobbed and wiped his tears to help take care of Wu Mao, who was wailing in the wicker.
"Mom. Mom. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Eight-year-old Yu Hansheng was in tears as he hugged his mother.| She shook her thigh.
I looked at my mother's silly look and felt helpless. I hugged my mother's thigh and shook her as I cried,"Mom. Mom. What's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you?"
My mother finally caught her breath and cried out in grief,"Oh my god! "Oh my god, can you still let me live?" Her mother's tears fell like rain.
San Mao, who was tied to the window frame, cried pitifully. She broke free from the rope tied to her waist and waved her two thin hands to cry for her mother. Seeing San Mao cry pitifully was really heartbreaking.
It was so uncomfortable. No matter how hard San Mao tried, he couldn't break free from the rope tied around his waist. At this moment, how San Mao wished she could throw herself into her mother's warm embrace!
San Mao tried his best, desperately, and cried, but he could not reach his mother. The ruthless rope tied him firmly. Insensible San Mao, how can you understand my sad mood at this moment?
Ah! How could San Mao know that my mother's heart was already broken!
I climbed onto the bed and rescued San Mao from the window. I hugged her and sobbed,""Good San Mao, I beg you to stop crying, okay? You have to learn to be good, San Mao.”My tears are dripping
The ground fell on the pitiful face of his brother San Mao.
Even though the sorrowful wails of my family could break a hole in the sky, my auntie, Big White Pear, remained indifferent. He never came over to take a look.
The child, who was picked up by his mother from outside, was crying weakly in the cradle. My mother wiped away her tears, bit her lip, and placed the cold Si Mao on the ground to take care of the child.
It seemed that the child who had been picked up knew that he was hungry. He waved his hands and feet and scratched unnaturally in the cradle.
The mother hurriedly picked up the child and lifted her clothes to feed the child. It was a pity that the family did not even have enough food to eat, so how could their mother have such milk? How many times does my mother
Most of the food that was fed to Hairy Five was the jade-faced paste. There was very little milk to feed Wu Mao. The children that were picked up were no exception. Even if the mother stuffed milk into the mouths of the children that were picked up, it was useless.
The child that was picked up couldn't hold his mother's milk and spat it out as if he didn't have much consciousness.
The mother once again stuffed the milk into the child's mouth and squeezed the milk into the child's mouth with all her might. This child should have been able to speak, but he could not even make out the word 'mother'.
Was he a mute?
The child that was picked up struggled to spit out the milk that was stuffed into his mother's mouth again and let out a weak cry. The mother gently patted the child in her arms with a pained expression. Tears kept rolling down her face.
At this moment, I saw my father and grandfather coming in through the window hole. They rushed out of the door with San Mao in their arms and ran to my father. Before I could even get to Father, I burst into tears.
"Father. Si Mao is dead…"
My father was stunned. He looked at me carefully and ran towards the house.
I followed him into the house.
Father rushed into the house anxiously and almost stepped on his brother Si Mao who was on the ground. "Yuzhen," he asked his mother. What's wrong with Simao? Where is Si Mao?"
The mother hugged the child she had picked up and turned around to throw herself into her father's arms, crying loudly.
"His father. Why is our life so bitter?"
My father gritted his teeth and quickly hugged my mother. He comforted my mother.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm here."
Her mother looked extremely sad as she cried and beat her father.
"Xiangdong. What's wrong with us? Why is the heavens pressing down on our heads like this?"
My father couldn't be bothered to look at the child in my mother's arms. He quickly wiped the tears from the corners of my mother's eyes and comforted her,"Yuzhen. If he became stronger, he would be able to get by slowly. As long as I'm here, the sky will fall
We're not afraid even if we come down." My father comforted my mother like this. He glanced at the brick bed from the corner of his eye and looked at the child in my mother's arms. He asked in confusion,"Yuzhen. You hold this, it's that
A child?"
My mother wiped her tears and said,"I just picked it up on the way home.”
My father said with a curious look,"Let me see."
My mother passed the child she picked up to her father and said,"Who was so cruel to throw the child away?”
My father seemed to not care about Si Mao's death and smiled at the child he picked up. He said,"Yuzhen. We aren't sad. After Si Mao left, didn't God send us another one? Be strong."
I understand father's intentions. Father is a particularly strong man. No matter how hurt he is, he will never show it on his face. He always has a resolute appearance and doesn't care about anything.
My father was carrying the child in his arms, and he seemed to be especially fond of him. I turned to my mother and asked,"Where is Si Mao?"”
My mother pointed at Si Mao on the ground and tears flowed out of her eyes." Where is it?" After saying that, my mother ran to Si Mao and picked him up from the ground.
Zhong Sha stared blankly at Si Mao, who didn't know how to call her mom. At this moment, my mother once again fell into heartache and pain.
My father gently placed the child in the cradle and looked at Si Mao in his mother's arms. His eyes suddenly became moist.
His father walked over to his mother and wanted to take the cold Fourth Hairy from her arms. He said,""Yuzhen. Give the child to me………………
My mother couldn't bear to let go. She stared at my father with a sad expression and said,"Hairy #4 didn't die, Hairy #4 didn't die. The child is asleep. The child is sleeping. Don't wake the child up.”
Hearing Mom say this, I'm scared. I don't know what's wrong with Mom.
At this moment, my mother was no different from an abnormal person. She hugged Si Mao and gently patted him as she looked at him in a daze."Good baby, go to sleep. Motherf * cker, go to sleep.
Sleep." My mother hugged Si Mao and patted him gently as she slowly moved her heavy footsteps on the floor.
Father really couldn't take it anymore and hugged my mother, crying out loud.
I panicked when I heard my mother's tone. Her words meant that her brain had been stimulated. So I threw myself on my mother and started crying.
I may be young, but I can understand how difficult it has been for my mother all these years. Ever since I could remember, my mother was often criticized or discriminated against by Wolfheart. Last year, it rained once and I brought rain to my mother.
Cloth (plastic cloth). I happened to see Wolfheart forcing my mother to work in the rain. At that time, I made up my mind that one day, I would definitely help my mother report to Jiu.
Brother went to school in the village and didn't come home at noon. Sister Huihui heard my sobs and ran in from outside. When she stood in front of the door, she saw her mother and was dumbfounded.
。The elder sister rushed into the house and hugged her mother, crying.
Grandpa also rushed in from outside and saw the family crying like they were attending a funeral. He asked my father,"Xiangdong. What's wrong with your family?"
My father wiped his tears and walked towards my grandfather. He hugged him and cried,"Father. Si Mao is dead." His father's voice trembled so much that it made one's heart ache.
Grandpa stood there in a daze, tears flowing down from the corners of his eyes.
After a while, the grandfather patted his son's back and said,""Xiangdong. "Stand up…" Grandpa cried. Then, she said,"Let's bury the child later.”
After such a big incident, even a stone-hearted person should melt. My auntie, Big White Pear, really couldn't hold it in anymore. She hypocritically ran over and leaned against the door and asked,"What's wrong? Your uncle and aunt
What's wrong?"
Grandpa looked sad and said to his daughter-in-law,"Fourth Mao of the Second Family of the Tang Dynasty is dead."
At this moment, I saw the auntie 'Big White Pear' turn her face to the side and secretly laugh. Then, he turned around and said sympathetically,"How did it disappear? When did this happen?
Huh?" As he spoke, he pretended to be anxious and came to my mother. He said hypocritically,"Let me see, let me see. When did that happen?" Then she wiped her eyes with tears.
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My mother was still carrying Si Mao and walking around the ground in a daze. It was as if she didn't notice my auntie's arrival at all.
Just as my auntie, Big White Pear, was about to step forward and take over Si Mao from my mother's arms, my mother seemed to have reacted a little. She quickly peed at my auntie, Big White Pear, and whispered,“
Huihui. Don't disturb your brother. He's asleep. Don't disturb him.”
It was over. My heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself that her mother had gone crazy.
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