What is the value of a person?

Is it a delicate outward, a pure soul, or a talent that is unparalleled in the world?

Maybe this question will appear at the moment when you are about to be bigger than your parents, and from that moment on it will pop up from time to time, and every time you give an answer, the next time it will be different. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's something that everybody goes through, and they think about who they're going to become, what they're going to do, and how different they are from other people.

And all of this was already seriously placed in front of Xiao Tong when he was ten years old, what did he choose to do every day?

Perhaps someone will look through this volume of his records like a snow coat, so that people can see his thoughts......

In the early morning in the mountains, it seems to be a fairyland at a glance, the clouds and mist are shrouded, even the sunlight can not disturb the occupation of this cloud, although the lotus mountain is large, it can be inaccessible, a few cooking smoke rises in the temple and the mountainside, these few wisps of cooking smoke seem too sparse, almost non-existent, but it is all the strength of a child.

He was only eight years old, with long brown hair, not long, only to the shoulders, and a dark blue cloth coat, and at the moment he was playing with the stove with his two little red hands, and the sparks splashed beside him, and he did not seem to notice it, but just threw the dry wood around him into the fire over and over again.

The short firewood had run out, he got up, his hands clinging to the tall branches, the rough lines of the branches rubbing against his hands, he used all his strength to break the branches down, pressing them against his raised legs, and at the same time pressing down hard with both arms, the messy branches poked at his neck, in the face!

The two amber-like eyes were half-squinted, and he bit his red lip and continued to press down! But the little face was red, his hands were numb, and his thighs were painful and unconscious.

So he gave up, squatted on the ground, and broke off the extra branches one by one, until the thick part was left, and he stuffed it into the small burning fire.

"What are you doing, little one?"

Ouyang Gan stood in the courtyard and asked at him.

"Make a fire, cook porridge. He replied, and kept adding firewood to it, and the cauldron on it rumbled.

"There are people to do these things, you don't have to do them, go and accompany your mother!" Ouyang Gan frowned, his young appearance was thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was quite personable.

"I can cook porridge on the fire, you don't have to worry about me!" Ouyang Tong replied coldly, without even looking back.

It's annoying that this man who claims to be his father comes once a month and says something inconsequential every time!

Ouyang Gan saw his appearance, so he walked into the middle room, and there was a woman lying on her side on the soft collapse inside, she looked like she was already skinny, her pale face, and a beautiful silhouette could be faintly seen, and it was difficult for people to believe that she would wake up when she was asleep.

"General, you're here. An old woman came up and said.

Ouyang Gan sat on the table on the side without saying a word, and several people didn't know what to say.

By the time Ouyang Tong cooked a pot of porridge thick, Ouyang Gan had already left.

"My little master, are you going to cook porridge again?" said the old woman, when she saw him.

Ouyang Yunli ignored the old woman, walked straight to the table in the room with a bowl of porridge, sat down by himself, slowly blew on the porridge, turned the bowl, and looked at the outside of the room with a pair of eyes, without any anger at this age.

His eyebrows and eyes are very similar to the woman lying down, she is actually Ouyang Tong's biological mother Feng Shang, before Ouyang Tong started to plan, she was a gentle mother, changing his clothes for him with a smile, seeing him take the first step with a smile, listening to him babbling with a smile.

And after Xiao Tong began to remember, she was sick, a stranger who had never been sober, she lived by drinking porridge every day, and her body was emaciated, but she was so tenacious to stay in the world, even if she lived with a body that was her mother every day, how could Ouyang Tong have feelings for her.

They live in this small courtyard and have never left here, he has only seen a few people, the subordinates who take care of them, Liu Ma, Ouyang Gan, the father of the self-proclaimed general, from time to time there will be a few big men with food, they are always strangers, otherwise Ouyang Tong may think that there are only these few people in this world.

Eight-year-old Ouyang Tong is in such a state, what do you like?

What do you care about? I don't know.

He doesn't think about what he's worth.

It wasn't until one day that Feng Sheng left suddenly, and on this day she didn't get a drop of water, and when Liu's mother went to test her nose, she found that the person had gone.

On this day, Ouyang Tong cooked two large pots of white rice porridge, boiling the rice fragrant all over the house, from morning to noon, and then to night, he squatted in the kitchen to add firewood, after dark, Ouyang Gan arrived.

He simply ordered a few words, asking Liu's mother to pack up Feng Shang's things and come to pick up people early tomorrow morning.

This time, it was the first time that Ouyang Tong overheard their conversation, but this little guy actually walked to the door, clutched his sleeves and said!

"Pack my things, I'm leaving. ”

"Where are you going?" asked Ouyang Gan strangely.

"Where are you taking her?" he held out and pointed at Feng Shang.

Ouyang Gan said coldly: "Where she wants to go, you can't go." ”

"Why? She's always with me. Ouyang Tong gritted his teeth angrily, his eyes widened!

The next moment, before Ouyang Gan could answer, he took the white rice porridge that he didn't know where to serve, quickly walked to Feng Sheng who was cold to the side, and raised his hands above his head! A big bowl of porridge was splashed on Feng Shang's face!

"Oh my God, young master, you ......" Mother Liu screamed, and immediately went to stop Ouyang Tong and reached out to pick up his bowl.

After he let go of the bowl, he grabbed Feng Shang's mouth with his hand, and the white rice porridge was paste, and he grabbed it back with his hand.

Ouyang Gan watched all this happen, his expression was very subtle, and he finally spoke: "Everyone is dead, what's the use of you being angry?"

Ouyang Tong couldn't hear any words, he kept grabbing the white rice porridge with both hands and breaking Feng Shang's mouth hard, tears had appeared on his stubborn little face at some point.

"Uh...... Ugh"

Suddenly he shouted, his face flushed, his whole body trembling with excitement, and in an instant he fell to the ground!

"What's wrong with him?" asked Ouyang Gan as he stepped forward to look at him.

Mother Liu wiped her tears and said a little sadly: "The young master must be sad! Look at him, he cooks porridge every day, and he doesn't give it to his wife to drink one day? He is a filial child! What can I do about this? Mrs. is gone......

"Everyone is dizzy, come here, pick up the child, and go back to the doctor immediately!" Ouyang Gan looked at the mess in the place, and finally said.

There seemed to be a touch of sympathy for Ouyang Tong.

Of course, the diagnosis and treatment after going down the mountain told him another unfortunate news, that is, Ouyang Tong's body!

It's a life that doesn't live long, but it's a pity! Ouyang Gan shook his head and shook his head.

I thought he would be an extraordinary character, but I didn't expect that even God would not give him hope......

Three days later, Ouyang Tong was sent back to the small courtyard, after that, he never cooked porridge again, and the rice fragrance did not exist, and every day there was just an unpleasant smell of medicine mixed with the mist, which filled the sky.