My mother cared more about the child she picked up than the dead Wu Mao. He would rather not care about the dead Wu Mao than let anything happen to the child he picked up.
"To the east. Hurry up and see where Brother Xianglin is carrying the child. Hurry up and look for it."
My mother let go of her sadness and urged my father as if she was thinking about the child she had picked up.
"Hey, hey. I'll go now, I'll go now."
His father wiped the tears off his face and looked at Wu Mao, who was lying on the brick bed, with a sad expression. Then, she lay in front of Hairy #5 and caressed Hairy #5, saying,""Little Five…
" Father's voice was bleak. There was boundless sadness in the desolation. His father sounded like he was crying. It made people feel sad.
Everyone in the room looked at Wu Mao with tears in their eyes.
The neighbor's aunt looked sad and patted my mother sadly."Yuzhen, my good sister, is the child you picked up really more important than Wu Mao? Since you know that the child is with your brother
You can rest assured. My silly girl. Hug Wu Mao. After Wu Mao leaves, you won't have the chance to hug him anymore.”
The neighbor's words made everyone feel as if their hearts were cut by a knife.
So Shen Kuaikou hugged my mother and started crying.
"His aunt, don't think about that outsider's child for now. Why don't you give it to me? He would ask Xiangdong and the others to make the necessary arrangements so that they wouldn't be worried.”Shen Kuaikou is lying on
My mother was sobbing on her shoulder.
Sister Huihui, my brother, and I looked at our poor little brother who had died and cried non-stop.
Aunt Runzhi held Wu Mao in her arms and said with tears in her eyes,"You poor little thing." Aunt Runzhi's voice trembled. She hugged Wu Mao and stuck it to her face, crying sadly.
Lan Hua held my mother's trembling hand and comforted her,""Sister-in-law. We're going to live together. We sisters have a tough life." Lan Hua persuaded and started crying.
Everyone from the house to the courtyard was immersed in grief. There were also many pitiful cries in the courtyard.
Yu Geng patted my father's shoulder in a daze and said,"Second brother. Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find someone to settle Wu Mao down. I don't want to feel uncomfortable looking at it." Uncle Geng Fa looks sad and heavy.
He patted my father's shoulder heavily and said,"Let's go." Uncle Geng Fa wiped his tears and shouted at the crowd,""Xiang Liang, Xiang Liang. He quickly found some dry grass and settled Wu Mao down. What are you doing at home?"
Uncle Geng Fa said as he wiped his tears. He took Wu Mao from Aunt Runzhi's arms, hugged him, and turned to walk out.
At this moment, my mother called out to Uncle Geng Fa. "Wait a minute. Geng Fa, wait. Let me take another look at Hairy #5." My mother was lying in Uncle Geng Fa's arms, with her neck raised and her head drooping.
Alright, I'll take a look. She couldn't help but cry. He patted the unconscious Wu Mao and said sadly,""Go, go. My poor child. I don't want you and Mom to suffer."
My mother hardened her heart and turned her face away. At this moment, my mother bit her lips with hatred.
"Geng Fa. You guys should leave quickly. Let's go. Be careful on the road. It's dark.”
Uncle Geng Fa carried Wu Mao and left. My father also came out.
My eldest father, Yu Xiangming, my cousin, Yu Hanzheng, my cousin's wife, Yu Xiulian, and Yu Hanyang were crying non-stop in the crowd.
I couldn't bear to leave my brother, so I cried and chased after him.
Grandpa had already prepared the horse lantern at home. That horse lantern was actually a pair. My mother was worried that it would be inconvenient for the white-haired woman to walk at night, so she begged grandpa and gave it to the white-haired woman.
Third Uncle and Yu Hanzheng laid out two bundles of hay on the ground and prepared to wrap Wu Mao.
Uncle Geng Fa placed Wu Mao on the hay that Third Uncle had laid out. Third Uncle quickly wrapped Wu Mao up. Third Uncle cried as he wrapped Wu Mao up.
At this moment, the neighbors in the courtyard were crying as they looked at Wu Mao.
I didn't hear clearly who cried out,""Isn't the heavens trying to take someone's life?”
As the man spoke, I ran to Third Uncle and threw myself on Wu Mao's body, crying loudly. I cried as I called out for Hairy Five.
What happened? Two of my brothers died in one day. I really don't understand. I don't know if it's worth it for my mother to exchange the children she picked up for my two younger brothers. I know dad will
He would bury Fifth Hair and Fourth Hair together. The two poor children went to Wild Ghost Valley.
Poor little brother, are you going to leave your big brother like this? You guys must have made my heart ache. Poor little brother, do you know how much your brother loves you?
Heart. My poor little brother, if I want to see you again, it will only be in my dreams.
I hugged Wu Mao and cried painfully. My crying infected everyone.
Yeah. His younger brothers died a pitiful death. Si Mao was strangled to death by the rope tied around his waist, and Wu Mao climbed out of the cradle and fell to the ground, dead. How could this not make one feel sad?
Third Uncle tied Wu Mao up with hay and put it in a basket that he had prepared beforehand. He carried it on his shoulder and wiped his tears as he walked out.
Uncle Geng Fa carried a shovel and a pickaxe and followed Third Uncle closely. Father also followed Third Uncle sadly. Grandpa wiped his tears and held a horse lantern to illuminate Third Uncle and Father.
The neighbors also slowly followed him out, sobbing.
Before he could walk out of the courtyard, he heard the white-haired woman's sobbing voice."Daughter, my good daughter. Yuzhen, what's wrong with you? What scary thing happened again, listening to your crying
It's so painful..."
The white-haired man shouted sadly as he walked.
The white-haired woman appeared in front of us like a neighbor's auntie, wiggling her five-inch-long, pointy feet as she trembled. Beside the white-haired woman, there was a person supporting the white-haired woman
The man looked tall and handsome.
This person is none other than the person my mother is looking for, Elder Father Yu Xianglin. Yu Xianglin's father was holding a sleeping child on one arm.
The white-haired man held a wooden stick in his hand as a walking stick, and a horse lantern in his other hand. My mother begged my grandfather to give her this horse lantern.
The glass lampshade of the Mattei lantern flickered with a flickering flame, and the weak Mattei light illuminated the path under the white-haired woman's feet.
The white-haired big healer, Yu Xiang, seemed to be walking with light and steady steps with the help of Father Lin.
When he saw us coming over, the white-haired man cried and shouted,"What's wrong? What was going on? What happened at home again?”
Under my mother's education, I always thought that the white-haired woman was my biological grandmother. When I saw the white-haired healer, I quickly ran to her and hugged her as I cried,"Grandma. brother
Brother Wu Mao fell to his death."
At this moment, I felt as if countless grievances were torturing me. She hugged the white-haired woman and was reluctant to let go.
The white-haired healer hurriedly used the wooden stick to hold me in her arms. Then, she clamped the wooden stick to her body and stroked my tearful face. She said sadly,"What happened before this?
。Heavens, wasn't this asking for someone's life? Where are you guys going?"
"Grandma. Father, Grandfather, and Third Uncle are going to send it to Fifth Hair. Grandma. "Grandma…" I hugged the white-haired woman and cried sadly.
"My daughter, Yuzhen, Yuzhen, what kind of life do you have? Wasn't this God not letting people live? I didn't make it in time when Little Four left during the day. Why is Little Five here? Yuzhen, oh Yuzhen,
Auntie was wondering why your life was so bitter.”
The white-haired woman became more and more sad as she complained. She cried loudly and walked towards my courtyard.
Yu Xiang's father, Lin Fan, helped the white-haired and big-breasted neighbors to make a path for them.
The white-haired woman's footsteps were a little flustered. Tears flowed down her face as she complained about my mother's injustice to the heavens.
Father, Grandfather, Third Uncle, and Uncle Geng Fa walked towards the direction of Wild Ghost Valley in grief. Behind them were many neighbors.
The early spring evening breeze was a little cold. It blew on my patched clothes with big holes and small eyes, making me shudder with fear. I watch the people gradually disappearing into the distance
Under the dim light, the figure was stretched out and felt deeply desolate.
I stood in the dark night with the cold wind blowing, looking at my brother who had gone far away with endless sadness in my heart. He told his brother's soul sadly,""My cute little brother, I can't bear to part with you. I hope you
Then, I'll be your brother's younger brother." So tears blurred my eyes.
When I couldn't see my father and grandfather, I came back with tears and snot running down my face.
The white-haired healer was still crying pitifully."Yuzhen. My poor child, people say that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. Why didn't the heavens open their eyes?"
The white-haired man looked very sad and his entire body was trembling.
Yu Xianglin's father carried the child he had picked up with one hand and supported the white-haired woman with the other as they walked into my house. Seeing that child sleeping sweetly on Father Lin's arm, I feel how much that child should be
What happiness. Could it be that the child her mother picked up really belonged to Yu Xianglin's father?
I will never believe that Yu Xianglin would do such a demoralizing thing.
Speaking of which, it wasn't that the white-haired woman didn't have any children. Her fate was also very sympathetic. When the Japanese invaded China, her husband was stabbed alive by Japanese ghost soldiers.
He had been picked to death. That year, the white-haired woman was only thirty-eight years old. Later on, he led his three daughters to live a hard life. Because her family was poor, her ten-year-old eldest daughter, Cecelia, went to the wealthy Wang Jinfu's house to be a maid.
Fortunately, Cecelia went to the well to fetch water one day in winter. As the well was covered with a thin layer of ice, the young Cecelia accidentally fell into the well and drowned. 1936 Plague, Swallow
She and Spring Grass died in her mother's arms. From then on, the white-haired and big-tits lived their lonely days alone. Every time the white-haired woman saw someone else's child, she should feel
She missed her child so much!
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