A quiet mountain village, surrounded by a stream like colorful silk, is dotted with dozens of families living by the water. Near noon, the village from time to time wafted out of the smoke of cooking, a tofu seller carried two baskets, put a basin at each end, the pot raised white and tender tofu, the tofu seller put down the burden and shouted a few times, the village came out one after another, several village women, each took a bowl and complained in their mouths, "come, it's late" The tofu seller smiled and said embarrassedly,' The mountain road is slippery and slow, delayed', after speaking, he wiped the sweat on his head, although those few complained a few words, but no one listened to his explanation, in short, a small business, it is not easy, who will really care.

Everyone bought tofu, handed over change, and dispersed one after another. The tofu seller breathed a sigh of relief, and finally ran to the last stop, the general manager sold almost, he spit two mouthfuls of spit on his fingers, and sorted out the change money one by one, at this time there was a child looking at him from afar, the child was five or six years old, wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet, five feet were exposed, and he was wearing a yellow coat, which was very loose and seemed to be changed from an adult's clothes, loose and loose, and even the buttons below the chest were off, so he had to use a red cloth strip to tie it around his waist a little nondescript. The child looked timidly, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

The man who sold tofu sighed, he knew that the child's name was Zong Ze, there was a demented mother at home, in the fourth year of Zong Ze's birth, Zong Ze's father opened the mountain to blow up stones, and the mine owner increased the dose of gunpowder privately in order to increase production.

Zong Ze's mother rushed to the scene frantically, Zong Ze's father was picked up, the flesh and blood were blurred and there was no human form, Zong Ze's mother fainted with a sigh, everyone even pinched and shook her to wake her up, Zong Ze's mother cried loudly, cried for an afternoon, and gradually began to speak hoarsely, everyone thought she was too sad and secretly sighed, suddenly she broke into tears and laughed, stupidly very happy, a finger bit in the mouth a little innocent but her eyes became dull, until the night was still playful, Zong Ze's mother was crazy.

The owner of the mine spent a lot of effort to wrap up the back mountain, and then changed hands to package out, the boss surnamed You just took over the matter, really want to cry without tears, the two are as anxious as ants on a hot pot, are discussing countermeasures, suddenly a subordinate reported: "Zong Ze's mother is crazy" The two of them were terrified, one died and one crazy The sky really collapsed, and it added fuel to the fire. There is a secretary surnamed Ma under him, who is quite shrewd and flattering, "Originally, he caused the accident by his own illegal operation, and he couldn't complain about it, and besides, what does a madwoman know, as long as the mouth of everyone in the village is sealed, I don't believe that there is a poor ghost who stands up for her." A word to wake up the dreamer, Boss You thought about it, and couldn't help but overjoy and instructed Secretary Ma to make specific preparations, Secretary Ma only left, and soon under the noise of a group of long-tongued women, the whole incident was clear, Zong Ze's father ignored the opposition of the leadership, and the illegal operation was outrageous, resulting in huge losses to the mine and the boss, and he did not pursue the responsibility of his family.

The man who sells tofu is ruthless, the so-called emergency is not to help the poor, his own little profit is meager enough, he doesn't want to be thinner, he crossed the stream in a panic, his heart was relieved, he couldn't help but turn around, his heart spasmed, the five or six-year-old child is bowing his head to drink the water in the stream, the hem of his clothes is soaked in water, and the autumn is gradually cold and the leaves are colorful. The man selling tofu couldn't help but stand on the bank, Zong Ze raised his head and looked at him in a daze, the man beckoned to Zong Ze, Zong Ze stepped on a few stones and waded across the stream, the man asked lovingly, 'Child, you are hungry again', Zong Ze pouted, shook his head, the man who sold tofu said strangely, 'Then why are you following me', Zong Ze snorted, 'It turned out to be a little hungry, and I was full after a few sips of water', the man was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and hurriedly fished out a piece of white tofu from the basin and said to Zong Ze' Child, if you eat this piece of tofu, you won't be hungry, Qing Shui won't help', Zong Ze looked at it with blank eyes, didn't dare to take it, and suddenly raised his head and begged with anticipation, 'Uncle, my grandmother went home for the autumn harvest, separated by two mountains, which side did you sell tofu go through', the man who sold tofu never seemed to have been to either side, but he was afraid of stinging the child's innocence, and said pretendedly, 'Go to get it, go to get it, uncle sold tofu and ran all over the mountain', Zong Ze's eyes became excited and excited, and then he gloodied again, and said in a low voice,' You help me to give a message to my grandmother, there is nothing to eat at home, and my mother is starting to make trouble again', the man who sells tofu suddenly felt worried. Zong Ze raised his little face and comforted in a low voice, "It's not in the way, I picked up some sweet potatoes in the fields of the village. The man selling tofu asked suspiciously, "There are sweet potatoes in the field", Zong Ze was afraid that he would not believe it and hurriedly defended "It is planed ground, there are some small ones left, but they can be eaten", the man selling tofu nodded, and forcibly took Zong Ze's little hand, "You take the tofu, good, uncle informs your grandmother, there is nothing to eat at home, you wait for the news of your uncle at home."

Zong Ze took the tofu and walked home, a little excited in his heart, he ate sweet potatoes with small crumbs for a few days, and today he can finally improve his diet, there is a little broken rice in the rice tank, cook a small bowl of porridge, and control a few drops of oil in the sesame oil bottle to accompany the tofu, and my mother may be full of taste. Zong Ze thought all the way to the house unconsciously, the broken wooden door was wide open, Zong Ze entered the small courtyard, shouted a few times Mom, no response, hurriedly put down the tofu, entered the house to check, the four walls of the house were empty, Zong Ze felt ominous and hurriedly ran to the back mountain, saw a figure standing on the mountainside in a daze from a distance, Zong Ze put down a hanging heart, he climbed up the mountainside out of breath, his mother seemed to remember something, looking at the stones all over the mountain, tears hung on the corners of his eyes, but his expression was still sluggish, Zong Ze stood silently next to his mother, holding the hem of her clothes, mother and son did not speak, just watched quietly。 The blue sky is vast and the earth is vertical and horizontal, and the wild geese in the sky are flying south, geese, geese, geese row characters to me, and the crisp sound comes from afar. Then there was sparse applause. People are like autumn Hong, and things are like spring dreams without a trace.

As the sun set, Zong Ze dragged his mother home, rushed to the house to settle his mother, and then ran to the stream to pick up firewood, picked up a bunch of dead branches and tied them with straw ropes, carried them on his shoulders, stood for a long time and couldn't stand up, he wanted to throw away some but was reluctant, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, moved a bundle of firewood to the root of the tree, carried it on his shoulders again, held the trunk and stood up little by little, and then walked home trembling and mighty, and a dog came out of the village, Zong Ze fell to the ground in shock, and then heard a shout, the dog heard the call of the master, wagged his tail and went back, Zong Ze looked at the scattered firewood, sat on the ground and cried, crying tired, Zong Ze stood up again, continued the rope, tied half of it and rushed home, the courtyard door was still open, the wind blew and babbled, Zong Ze walked into the courtyard gate, his mother was sitting in the courtyard and staring at the sky, Zong Ze's heart settled down, he picked up a stool and went straight to the stove, washed the pot, shabu the bowl, cooked a little porridge, and controlled a few drops of oil from the oil bottle, and stirred the tofu well. When everything was done, Zong Ze went to call his mother, his mother was still sitting in the courtyard, whispering in his mouth, Zong Ze followed his mother's gaze, only to see that above the yard, an old locust tree stretched in a branch, and two crows fell on it and croaked non-stop, Zong Ze was a little dazed, his father had passed away for two years, and there was terrible silence in the house except for crying. Maybe a person has been down for a long time, and a family is in too deep trouble, and others will avoid you like a plague god. But there will also be kind eyes silently paying attention. Or maybe too many people like to associate with the rich and the rich, and like to be positive, but when you blame the poor and the negative, have you ever thought about their experiences and experiences? It is very difficult for ordinary people to be positive and optimistic in the face of setbacks and tribulations. It's hard to keep the robin from falling. Let's listen to the next decomposition, Wang Xiang's pen name recalls the red leaves, hug Pu Zhi Thank you for your support all the way, thank you.