My mother, Qiu Yuzhen, hugged the cold Si Mao and forgot about her sadness. She looked crazy and quickly avoided my aunt's big white pear. She looked like she was afraid that she would mistake my aunt's big white pear.
'It was my sister Huihui who carried Si Mao away.
So my mother placed Si Mao on the child she picked up and gently rocked the wicker cradle. As she rocked it, she gently hummed a lullaby.
"Rock, rock, rock the baby to sleep. The rooster was so beautiful, carrying Si Mao to wander around. She rocked the baby to sleep. Little kitty, I'm late, I'm coaxing the baby to sleep...
My mother rocked the cradle and stared blankly at the two children in the cradle who could not speak. There were no tears of pain in her eyes. She only smiled and coaxed the two children in front of her.
A child who did not recognize his mother.
Seeing my mother's silly look, my sister and I were at a loss. We sadly threw ourselves at my mother and hugged her as we cried. At this moment, there's no need to mention how uncomfortable my heart must be.
My mother was afraid that my sister and I would wake up the child, so she quickly shushed us and said unhappily,"Go, go. Whose child is it? Don't make a scene here, baby, feel…"
She glared at my sister and me.
It was uncomfortable and scary. Mother doesn't even recognize me and my sister anymore. My sister and I hugged my mother tightly and cried, unwilling to let go.
When my father saw my mother like this, he came to her and wiped her tears. His heart ached for her and said,"Yuzhen, what's wrong with you? For the sake of the poor children, wake up.”Father's voice
It was so uncomfortable to tremble.
When Father mentioned the poor child, I hugged Mother even tighter and cried.
My auntie, Big White Pear, stood there and didn't dare to come close. I don't know if she really didn't dare to come close or if she was just pretending. She just hid there and didn't want to come close.
I looked up with tears in my eyes and saw Grandpa coming in with a small bundle of hay (millet straw). I knew what Grandpa was doing with that bundle of hay. It was used to wrap Si Mao. that time
I clearly remember that my brother was not allowed to wear a single piece of clothing after he died. He could only wrap the hay tightly and send it to a remote place to be burned or buried. When I die
Children were nothing, and there were really many children who died. Most of them were sick and could not be treated. Because there were many children, if a child died, the family members would not be too present.
But my mother couldn't. My mother regarded children as more important than her own life, so she cherished children very much. Otherwise, his mother wouldn't be so sad about Si Mao's death.
When I saw the dry grass in Grandpa's hand, I felt that Si Mao was very pitiful. He was just so young and didn't know anything about life. He left so pitifully. It was heartbreaking to see him.
Usually, if a child died in the village, they would be sent to the Wild Ghost Valley in the northeast direction of the village. The Wild Ghost Valley was terrifying. to
If it wasn't for the Han woman Qian Chenchun who had been killed by the wooden warehouse, the soldiers of this team wouldn't have died so miserably. He also heard from his grandfather that Wild Ghost Valley used to be haunted by wolves. Sometimes, alone
When people passed by here, they would get lost. There was a mysterious cave in Wild Ghost Valley, which could accommodate more than ten people.
Thinking of this, I was worried for Si Mao that he would still be so small and lonely in Wild Ghost Valley.
My mother was still in a daze. Under my father's heartache, she was still rocking the cradle in front of her foolishly.
Her sister, Huihui, had already cried her heart out as she hugged her mother.
Seeing my mother like this, I was terrified. At this moment, I thought of my neighbor, Madam Zhang. The neighbor auntie lives near my house. She's very kind! The neighbor aunty couldn't bear to see who was pitiful.
She was watching the show, especially me. The neighbor auntie was very attentive. My neighbor's auntie and eldest father really like me. They always want me to be their son.
The neighbor auntie's father is the brigade accountant Yu Xianglin. The neighbor auntie and my mother are good sisters in the same village. Although my mother is four or five years younger than the neighbor auntie, the two of them have been together since childhood.
They were very close to each other.
The neighbor's auntie could not give birth anymore. Because of the illness she had after giving birth, she had not seen the neighbor's auntie's belly bulge for more than ten years.
I knew that the neighbor's aunt was very close to my mother. I had no choice but to ask the neighbor's aunt to help comfort my mother.
I cried and ran from home to the neighbor's house. Before I entered the hospital, I cried out,"Auntie. Auntie, it's not good, auntie…"I ran while
She cried out in a soul-stirring manner. I ran barefoot on the snow in the neighbor's yard and forgot the coldness under my feet.
The neighbor auntie hurriedly opened the door and shouted anxiously at me,"What's wrong with Hansheng? What's wrong, Hansheng?" The neighbor was shocked.
I ran to the neighbor's auntie barefooted. The snow under my feet was soft and cold. His eldest father was not at home. Perhaps he was still in the brigade headquarters with Yu Jingsong, Yu Xianglun, and Wolfheart. I ran to the neighbor
"Si Mao is dead," the auntie cried in front of her. My mom is crazy."
The neighbor's auntie let out an 'ah' sound as if she had been struck by lightning and fell limp on the bed, unconscious.
I didn't know what to do, so I quickly lay on the auntie's body and cried pitifully. At this moment, I was really scared. I didn't know what would happen to the auntie.
After half a minute, the auntie opened her tired eyes and quickly grabbed my tear-stained hand. She said to me in panic,"Han Sheng. Hurry up and help the auntie up to see your mother.”
I helped her up. After she got up, she twisted her pair of small pointed feet towards the white snow outside the door. The auntie couldn't care less about being careful. She swayed her small pointed heels as if she was doing a Yangge dance.
She twisted in the snow. As the auntie walked past, she let out a weak groan of pain as the snow creaked under her feet. As the auntie walked past, she left behind a series of small, crooked footprints. In that crooked string
It was not difficult to see how anxious the auntie was at this moment from her small footprints.
I followed behind the auntie, worried that she would fall. I chased after her barefooted and helped her to my house. The auntie had just twisted her way into my house, and her tears flowed down her face.
He came down. As she wiped her tears, she shouted in panic,"Yuzhen. Yuzhen, Yuzhen..."
At this moment, my auntie, Big White Pear, heard the voice of the neighbor auntie and hurriedly came out of the house to welcome her. "Sister-in-law is here." This is not a good way to walk, why do I still disturb you
He's here." The auntie, Big White Pear, pretended to be crying and wiped her eyes."What should we do? Yuzhen, she... Cough. Sister-in-law, go and take a look." So Big White Pear pretended to whine
She cried.
The neighbor wiped her tears and asked,""Sister. Do you know how Si Mao died?”
'Big White Pear' hurriedly covered it up and said,""Ahem. Sister-in-law, stop talking. Tell me, I didn't know anything about such a big thing. If it wasn't for that shameless Xiuying
After coaxing Yingying to sleep, she was no different from a dead person. * Cough * I don't know anything." Big White Pear hurried over to help the neighbor.
The neighbor auntie, Big White Pear, and I had just arrived at my house when we saw my mother carrying Si Mao and running out crazily. Running to the neighbor's aunt, he almost knocked into the neighbor's aunt
。When the neighbor saw my mother like this, she hugged her and cried sadly.
"Silly girl, Yuzhen. What do you think?"
My mother patted the neighbor's auntie and said with a silly face,"Who are you? Don't take my child away.”As her mother spoke, she quickly struggled to break free from the neighbor's auntie with a frightened look.
The neighbor auntie shook my mother and tears streamed down her face.
"Yuzhen. My silly sister, what's wrong with you? What? My poor little sister…"
My mother was afraid that Si Mao would be taken away by the neighbor's aunt, so she quickly threw herself into my father's arms and shouted in horror," Go east, go east, quickly fight the ghosts, quickly fight the ghosts..."
My mother panicked. She looked very pitiful when she was afraid.
The insensible San Mao started to broadcast again, crying endlessly.
At this time, the child that I picked up was also frightened by my mother and cried. When the child cried, his voice was a little hoarse. Like a mother, her sister Huihui did not take care of San Mao and hurriedly went to coax the child she had picked up.
My father cried. Hugging my mother is so sad.
"Yuzhen. What's wrong with you? Wake up. Si Mao was dead. No matter how sad he was, he was dead.”Father opening up my mother like this is just a useless display.
There was a knot in my mother's heart. Who could persuade her now?
"Yuzhen," said his father. Give me the child."
My mother looked at my father with a dazed expression. She smiled at my father and said softly,"To the east. You must take good care of the child. Don't let the ghost run away.”Saying, my mother be careful
He carefully handed it to Si Mao and placed it in my father's arms.
" Boom!" A loud noise came from outside, shaking the house and the windows. The sound of the firecrackers came from the construction site of Xuedazhai. It was freezing cold, and the frozen earth could only be attacked with explosives.
Break. Immediately after, explosions sounded one after another.
At this moment, my mother screamed and collapsed to the ground.
This scared all of us. We quickly gathered around and shouted in front of my mother.
My father hurriedly hugged my mother in his arms, and the people who were strangling my mother called out anxiously for my mother.
After a while, my mother woke up in a daze. She looked around and saw the neighbor crying beside her. My mother grabbed the auntie's trembling hand and shouted,""Sis." I
Her mother grabbed the neighbor's hand and refused to let go. She started crying.
The reverberating sound of the cannon woke my mother up from the grief of amnesia. Seeing that my mother had returned to normal, my sister and I were both happy and sad. We hugged my mother and cried.
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