I'm really in a fix at the moment.
She hugged Hairy #5 on one side and stroked Hairy #4's cold face on the other, crying for her brother. At this moment, my heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife. So I hugged Wu Mao and lay on Si Mao's cold
She started crying.
Wu Mao also reacted in my arms. When he saw me crying, Wu Mao also started to cry.
My tears revealed the tattered pocket on Si Mao's chest that was patched with many patches. The mother had many children and couldn't be bothered to make a pair of pants for Si Mao to wear.
He died like this. I was extremely sad. I patted my poor brother, Si Mao, who had died. Tears had already blurred my eyes.
My crying woke San Mao up. San Mao got up and crawled towards me. When San Mao tried to crawl towards me, he was pulled back by the rope in his waist. San Mao cried pitifully,
Calling me "brother brother"
At this moment, I don't even know who to take care of. I'm so busy. I panicked and didn't know what to do. At this time, I thought of the auntie 'Big White Pear' and quickly tore it on the windowsill.
Her heart was breaking as she cried out to the auntie,
" Aunt, aunt, come here, my brother is dead..." I shouted, tears like raindrops dripping on the dark windowsill. At this moment, my heart is about to suffocate
It stopped.
No matter how hard I shouted, the auntie never came.
Yu Hanyang heard my cries and ran out of the house. I saw through the window hole that Yu Hanyang had just run out of the door when he was called back by the auntie. Yu Hanyang turned around and ran back into the house.
"Mom." Why did you call me back? Didn't Han Sheng call you to say that your brother died? Mom. Hurry up and go take a look."
"You little turtle, hurry back and look after Yingying. What are you doing?" My auntie, Big White Pear, scolded Yu Hanyang.
Yu Hanyang pursed his lips and said,"I won't." Han Sheng is crying so pitifully. I'll go and see Han Sheng.”Yu Hanyang said and ran out.
I looked helpless as I shouted at Yu Hanyang,""Hanyang. Han Yang. Si Mao was dead. Come and help me." My snot and tears flowed all over the windowsill.
When Yu Hanyang ran into my house, I threw Wu Mao into his arms and cried,""Take good care of Sanmao. I'm going to look for Mom.”
I couldn't care less about everything at home, not even my shoes. I ran barefoot on the cold muddy snow road. As I ran, I cried for my mother. I'm at the village entrance, that pothole is uneven
He ran as fast as he could on the dirt road leading to the Xuedazhai construction site. I didn't listen and called out to my mother.
My mother seemed to have heard my shout and quickened her pace to run towards me. As my mother ran, she slipped and fell under the wall by the roadside. When my mother gets up
Then, I saw something in my mother's arms. I didn't know what my mother was holding in her arms.
My wails tore at my mother's bleeding heart as I ran for her, falling several times in the melting snow. When I finally ran to my mother
What I didn't expect was that my mother was carrying a three-year-old child in her arms. It seemed that this child had been abandoned there for a long time. Looking at Mother
The child in my arms was on the verge of death. My mother took off the tattered cloth bag wrapped around the child and quickly placed the child in her mother's arms.
"My mother asked me," Hansheng. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
I hugged my mother's thigh and cried, saying,"Mom. Fourth Hairy is dead."
"Ah!" My mother cried out, and her body trembled heavily. She almost fell into the muddy snow.
At this moment, I saw my mother's tears flow down. Her mother's lips trembled a few times but she didn't say anything. So, mother hugged the child in her arms and left me to go home without caring about anything.
The other side was shaking as it ran over.
I could feel that at this moment, my mother's heart was numb. My mother didn't cry along the way. She was strong enough to bury her grief deep in her heart.
I couldn't care less about the coldness under my feet. I cried and chased after my mother.
When they got home, Yu Hanyang was watching over Three Fur Five Fur and he was crying.
My mother couldn't care less about her own child. She quickly took the child out of her arms. At this time, the child let out an unsound cry. Mother picked it up
The child that came back to life.
My mother didn't care about her crying and dead child. She carefully placed the child she picked up in another wicker cradle that she had just found in the corner of the house.
I walked up to my mother with tears in my eyes and saw that the child my mother placed in the cradle was a little boy. The boy was purple from the cold, and red from my mother's warmth.
The lump was trembling.
The mother found the little flower blanket that she had been reluctant to cover Wu Mao with and covered the child with it.
"Mom," I cried. Why can't you just cover it with 50 cents? Why would she be willing to cover an outsider's child?”
My mother bit her lip with tears in her eyes and stroked my head."Silly child, it's not that I can't bear to give it to your brother. I just didn't have the time to give it to him.”Her mother's voice rustled down.
After she was done with the children, the mother finally had the time to hold the dead Fourth Hair in her arms. The mother leaned against the corpse of Fourth Hair and cried sadly. Mother didn't cry out in grief, just her lips
It was trembling non-stop. Her mother's tearful eyes stopped on the dead Si Mao, looking at him in a daze, unable to say a word. His mother stood there in a daze. Even though San Mao and Wu Mao are
She cried and cried for her mother. At this moment, my mother was indifferent as if her heart had died.
After a long time, my mother finally let out a heart-wrenching howl,"".........................................................................................
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