Autumn goes to spring grass to renew, maple leaves fall for a year, we have always thought that we can grasp everything, but I don't know that time has never waited for you and me, even if it is that moment!

Three years have passed in a flash, the hot weather, the cicadas have sounded, the sunset behind the mountain is still so gorgeous, and the ruins of the past have long been overgrown with weeds, but there is always one place that is different from all this. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A simple thatched hut that could not be more simple, as if it could be blown away by a small gust of wind, and a dozen branches from nowhere were scattered around, and it was vaguely obvious that it was a fence.

In the courtyard were two children, one of whom was about ten years old, dressed in a somewhat shabby but patched garment, some of which were not even sewn well, and the light of the fire reflected his resolute countenance. There was also a three- or four-year-old child, with messy hair, and somehow tied a few small braids with grass, like a little female beggar begging on the street, but his delicate face could still be seen under the dirty face.

"Brother, I'm so hungry!" the younger boy stretched out his little hand and tugged at the corner of the older boy's clothes, and his bright eyes were full of longing under his dark little face.

"A-Yuan, wait a minute, it'll be fine right away. The big boy woke up from his daze at the firelight, turned his head to look at the little boy with pity, and gently touched his little head with his hand.

After a while, the eldest boy lifted the lid of the pot made of two wooden boards, the heat dissipated, and there were only some wild vegetables boiling in the pot, only to see him take the broken pottery bowl and scoop up the wild vegetables and put them in the better pottery bowl, and then handed it to the little boy, "Ah Yuan, hurry up and eat!" The older boy said to the little boy with some doting.

"Brother, let's give it to A-Niang, when you are full, A-Niang's illness will be cured. The little boy said to his brother with a clay bowl in his hand, and then walked cautiously to the thatched hut.

Issei looked at his younger brother who was full of joy, his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, he quickly wiped it with his sleeve, and muttered in a choked voice: "Mother's illness would be cured so easily!" In fact, he had been very scared in his heart, just like the night three years ago when his father suddenly disappeared.

"A-Niang, it's time to eat!" the little boy put the clay bowl on the stone beside the bed, and lay gently on the bed made of several scorched wooden boards, covered with dry thatch, and his face was pale, like a sleeping mother. That's right, this is Juan'er, after giving birth to one yuan, she was drenched in the rain and was overly sad, and then she became ill from hard work, her body and bones became worse and worse, and she suddenly became ill three months ago.

Juan'er on the bed slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the painful little son shaking herself, with a long-lost smile on her pale face, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she gently called "Yuan'er".

Yiyuan saw that his mother was awake, so he quickly picked up the pottery bowl, handed it to his mother's mouth, and said happily: "Mother, eat quickly, you will be well when you are full." ”

Looking at her son's expectant gaze, Juan'er seemed to be a lot better when she was sick, picked up the bowl and drank two sips, looking at Yiyuan snuggled beside her, Juan'er's eyes were full of love, and touched Yiyuan's dirty face with her hand, but there were thousands of emotions in her heart, and she wanted to look at her own flesh and blood forever, grow up, and start a family, but she couldn't wait, thinking about it, tears seemed to be unstoppable, and suddenly she felt a warm little hand wiping her tears for herself, Juan'er was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that Yiyuan was trying to stretch out her little hand to wipe her tears for herself, Juan'er smiled, her voice was a little hoarse, "Yuan'er, my mother is full!"

Yiyuan looked at his mother a little sadly and puzzled, "A-Niang, why are you crying, did Yuan'er make you unhappy?"

"How come, my mother is happy, Yuan'er is as warm and considerate as my mother's little padded jacket!" grabbed Yiyuan's little head, gently kissed his forehead, thinking about the scene of coaxing him when he was a child, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a happy smile.

Yicheng walked in with a pottery bowl full of wild vegetables, looked at his mother and younger brother, and a smile appeared on his face, "Mother, there is still here, you can eat more!"

Juan'er looked at her eldest son who looked more and more like her husband in front of her with relief, and beckoned, "Cheng'er, my mother can't eat, sit down and let my mother touch my eldest son." It's been really hard for you in the past three years!"

Yicheng stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed and took his mother's hand and said, "Mother, I should take care of you and my brother, this is what I promised my father!"

While holding Yiyuan, while holding Yicheng's hand, no matter how life tortures himself, but as long as the two sons are snuggled up to him, then everything is nothing, as long as he can watch his son, everything will be really good. Juan'er thought that there were some things that she should explain, and reached under the pillow to take out a small cloth bag, and after opening it, it was broken into two pieces of jade, each with a small red rope tied to it, Juan'er said to the two brothers: "Cheng'er, you take one and hang it on your body, no matter where you are in the future, you are not allowed to lose it, this piece of jade is our family heirloom, I will break it in half, I hope to bless you with peace and happiness!"

Yiyuan Nunu pouted and promised, "Auntie, I will definitely wear it on my body." ”

Yicheng also said solemnly: "I will definitely wear it without leaving my body." ”

"They are all good sons of mothers, Cheng'er, you are the elder brother, you must take care of your younger brother in your future life, one yuan is too small, you must take care of it!"

"When I marry my daughter-in-law in the future, I must bring it back for your father and me to see!" Juan'er thought about the scene when her son brought her daughter-in-law back in the future, and smiled beautifully on her pale and sickly face.

Yicheng was a little uneasy in his heart, why did his mother say such a thing, but he still replied with a smile: "Mother I know." ”

After taking his brother's words, Yiyuan rushed impatiently and said, "Auntie, I must marry a very beautiful daughter-in-law in the future, and I will be filial to you!"

Listening to Yiyuan's dumbfounded words, Juan'er's heart felt like she had drunk honey thousands of times, sweet to the heart, and her mouth gently called "Okay!" But after thinking about it again, she couldn't wait!" "You guys go to dinner, my mother is a little tired and wants to sleep for a while." ”

Yicheng covered the quilt for Juan'er, "Mother, then you have a good rest." Then he took the little hand of one yuan and went out.

Juan'er closed her eyes, the past scenes kept emerging in her mind, happy, sad, lonely, the picture was frozen to a figure, it was a grin to her, but why did you lose your words that night, didn't you let our mother and son wait for you? You leave me alone and go like this, you don't want to think about your son, you don't want to think about how bitter I am, Juan'er seems to have a thousand words in her heart to say to Yigu, tears wet Juan'er's sideburns, thinking that her husband is actually very worried about her two sons, if I go, what will happen to Cheng'er and Yuan'er? Then how sad and hard their lives will be in the future! Juan'er thought a lot, in the past, in the future, let it be!

I'm so tired, I'm really tired!

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Touching A-Niang's cold hand, no matter how much she screamed, she couldn't wake up A-Niang, who once loved her so much, Yiyuan shook Juan'er's arm and cried anxiously, "A-Niang, sort out Yuan'er, Yuan'er will no longer be naughty." But no matter how hard he tried, his mother still didn't move.

Yicheng knelt beside the bed and was speechless for a long time, sad like a spring fire on the wild field that burned his heart that had just been strengthened, his spirit was blank, gone, all gone, he was not just a duckweed drifting in the wind and rain, let the rain blow and the wind blow, but he was lonely and sad.

Tears may stretch the empty heart, and the grief-stricken have no tears, because sadness has been firmly engraved into their own memories, and there will be an eternal tomorrow.

For a long time, Yiyuan was crying and was no longer strong, he didn't understand why he didn't care about his mother, everyone in this world needed to rely on him, Yiyuan didn't understand, he could only hold his mother's hand tightly, because his mother was his dearest and dearest attachment!

Life needs to be thought, life needs each other more, holding his younger brother tightly in his arms, and taking care of Yiyuan has become the greatest desire in Yicheng's heart. Grief will never be the whole of life, silent, brewing, open our eyes, we still have to live.

Yicheng's voice was low, and the sentimentality of relief bloomed in the desolation, gently wiping the tears from the corners of his brother's eyes, telling the story that his mother told him a long time ago," Everyone will go to a distant place, where we can imagine the beauty, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, there is no sorrow and no trouble, everyone's carefree life, Daddy went to that place early, Mommy is going now, sooner or later we will go too, that's where the sun rises, Daddy and Mom are there watching us from afar, we are happy, they will be happy, we are sad, Daddy and Mommy will be sad!

Yiyuan wiped his tears with his hand, looked at his brother, and asked in surprise and confusion: "Brother, is it really?"

"Really!"

"Will my mother look at A-Yuan?"

"I'll definitely look at A-Yuan!"

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The wind chimes float on the lonely grave, the breeze takes away the faint earthy smell of the new mud, and also brings a crisp singing that surrounds the ears, "Ding Ding Bell", which is the call of relatives, the soul singing, and the eternal concern!

The wind brings the truth into the distance, but what stirs the deepest thoughts in the heart.

This is the departing wind!

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