To keep the big or to keep the small? Zhuang Lao Shi couldn't make a choice at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Keep my child! please!" The woman who was about to fall into a coma suddenly woke up, grabbed the hand, and hissed. Wen Po's hand holding the scissors was trembling. Is it to cut off the rebellion to give birth to a child, or to cut a woman's birth canal?

"Keep my child! The child is dead -- I am not alive!" The woman was in pain, gritting her teeth, before she finished speaking. He threw his head up and fell, and used the last trace of strength in his life to destroy the birth. It can't be delayed any longer, Wen Po has to cut that knife ruthlessly.

The intense pain made the woman convulse all over, and she opened her dark mouth, but she no longer had the strength to scream. stared straight ahead, waiting until the blood-stained baby was held in front of the face by the stable woman. The corners of the woman's mouth showed a vague smile, and her eyes were scattered.

Zhuang Lao Shi sat numbly on the edge of the bed, holding his wife's already cold hand. The baby, right next to his wife, was covered with a thin quilt. The little face was bruised, and he hadn't opened his eyes to see the world, and only a faint breath remained. gave birth to a child, and the umbilical cord was wrapped around the neck, and when he was born, he couldn't make a cry. As soon as he ran to life, he stepped to death. Raw, bitter!

Long rope of straw, suspended from a beam. Firewood and grass were scattered on the ground. Zhuang Laoshi's heart was like ashes, and he just waited for the baby to lose his breath, so he lit a fire and hanged himself. Living, lifeless to have a complete home. Death, I hope that on the Huangquan Road, we can help each other.

The drizzle was flying, and in an instant, it became a torrential rain. The dilapidated thatched hut leaked everywhere and soaked with firewood and grass. It seems that Zhuang Lao Shilei was born in the world, and there are too many sins accumulated. If you want to be liberated in this life, God will not allow it.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Wen Po, who had not left long ago, came in wearing a cloak and carrying a crockpot. Looking at the miserable scene in the house, Wen Po could only sigh silently. She didn't persuade Zhuang Lao Shi, but went straight to the bedside and opened the clay pot, which contained some warm rice soup.

Wen Po took out a slender bag made of coarse cloth and poured rice soup into it. Then put the pointed bottom of the bag, reach to the baby's mouth, gently squeeze the oozing rice soup, and look at the baby with some worry. Life, suffering, but life, more tenacious. The first bite of food in this world is in the mouth, and the baby instinctively sucks it.

The life that was brought into this world by one's own hands is alive. Wen Po was full of wrinkles, and her old face smiled. The rain that leaked down and splashed on her gray hair was as clear as dewdrops. So holy, so merciful. There are no gods and Buddhas in the sky, and there is great love in the world.

In the vast endless dark space, a human corpse floated. The hideous and painful face gradually eased. Closed eyes, suddenly slipped a tear. Tears sparkle and fall into the endless darkness, fleeting. Whether it's a dream, if you have a kindness, I will repay it.

The child is alive, Zhuang Lao Shi, he doesn't dare to die. Enduring his grief, Zhuang Lao Shi buried his wife by the thatched hut, and he wanted his beloved to watch him and raise the child. Spring goes to autumn, relying on coarse grains and wild vegetable juice, and occasionally charity from well-wishers, Zhuang Lao Shi's child is one year old. Because of the extreme malnutrition, the child was so thin that he could not stand steadily, and could only crawl on the ground. What made Zhuang Laoshi's heart even more like a knife was that the child was dumb! Even the crying voice was hoarse and low. Life is like grass mustard, named mustard.

Being a father and a mother again, the heavy pressure of life made Zhuang Lao Shi, who was in his prime, have a rickety body and age rapidly. Mustard, very well-behaved. When Zhuang Lao Shi was busy in the field, he only needed to put him on the ridge of the field and not cry or make trouble. Zhuang Lao Shi was outside the house, when weaving straw mats and bamboo utensils, Mustard always climbed to the side of her mother's grave, leaned against the grave and quietly looked at her father, and flew skillfully.

The only time Mustard eats milk is dog milk. This incident made Zhuang Lao Shi feel painful and blamed himself for life. It happened when he took the mustard child, who had just turned one year old, to the town to sell straw mats and bamboo utensils. The business was very good that day, and Zhuang Lao Shi put the mustard on his back on the side of the stall and greeted customers wholeheartedly. It wasn't until many people flocked to a place not far away, Zhuang Lao Shi, that they found that the mustard was gone.

Zhuang Lao Shi, who was in a hurry, rushed to that place and pulled out the crowd. saw a scene that made his eyes split. In the corner, a stray dog is lying quietly, its belly bulging, and Mustard is lying under its belly, sucking milk! "-- "Born lowly, eating dog milk, dog cubs." ”―――

At that moment, Zhuang Lao Shi felt that the sky had fallen. It doesn't matter if he has face or not, but Mustard will have a bad reputation from now on, so that when he grows up, he will have at least dignity. Zhuang Lao Shi rushed over, hugged Mustard tightly in his arms, and ran out of Taiping Town crying. I lingered by the river for a long time before I wiped away my tears and went home.

Death is liberation, but also escape. I can die a hundred times, but who will raise the young mustard? Father and son go to Huangquan together, but mustard is a beloved person, born with life. How can he be so vicious, so conscienceless? If you can't shelter your son from the wind and rain, you have to be a cow and a horse for your son. As long as the mustard can grow up safely, humiliation and hardship, I will have to bear it.

When she was almost two years old, she was a toddler. This year, he tasted meat for the first time. The rich man in the town was happy to get a thousand gold, and he had both children and daughters, and finally made up a "good" word. When the moon is full, under the joy, for Tujili, the rich man is very kind, and gives people and tenants a banquet.

In Taiping Town, Zhuang Lao Shi is honest, hard-working, and has a good reputation. But mustard is disgusting. Born with a dead mother, born dumb, stunted disease. actually eats dog milk, it must be the reincarnation of a dog cub, a real disaster star life.

Mustard hid in her father's arms, secretly looking at the manor. I've never seen a tall house, those who are busy, and they are dressed decently. There is a never-before-smelled fragrance that wafts through the air. This fragrance made Mustard, from her father's arms, straighten up, sniff instinctively, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily drooled.

Zhuang Lao Shi nodded his head and bowed his waist when he met everyone, humble and respectful. In exchange, the lukewarm response often looks at Mustard in disgust and dodges away. Because it was a woman with a child, she even pulled the child and hid away from it. After getting together, point fingers at the mustard and talk about it. Teach the children from time to time that they are not allowed to approach the calamity star, so as not to get into bad luck.

The great love in the world meets occasionally, and the ugliness of human nature is everywhere. Even if they belong to the same class, their lives are similar and similar, and there is no conflict of interest. But he still can't forget, stepping on others and elevating himself to show his superiority. Zhuang Lao Shi was embarrassed, retreated to a no-man's corner, and waited patiently for the opening of the table with a cower.

In order for the mustard to be able to eat meat, it is worth losing face. The young mustard is not sensible, and she is excited when she sees many children chasing and playing. Struggling in Daddy's arms, trying to get down. Zhuang Lao Shi had no choice but to put him down. Mustard staggered to the frolicking child, but what was ushered in was a face full of saliva. There were also curses from adults and children: "Dumb, get out of here!" -- "Disaster, don't play with us." -- "Zhuang Lao Shi, take good care of your pup!" -- "What are you fooling around, bad luck!"