Today. The edge of the boundless mountain. In the dilapidated yard to the east of the small mountain village. I have a special guest.

When a ray of early morning sunlight shines through a somewhat worn window. When it hits the head of the bed. The quilt was full of patches. Long object wrapped in strips of white and gray cloth. Suddenly, there was a dull noise.

"Ahh Oh, uh!" Striptease. It turned out to be a person. It's hard to imagine being tied up like this. How much does it hurt? Like a mummy.

There was only a slit left in the bandage. I could barely see where my eyes were. After shivering, I struggled to open my eyes a few times. This can be seen in the shaking of the bedding that is covered in patches but still clean. What kind of suffering the mummy is suffering.

It took a while for the mummy to slowly struggle. The tattered bed board groaned. It's embarrassing to carry a weight like this. Dizzy. A ray of dazzling sunlight entered my mind. There is only one thought left.

"I'm alive!" I didn't have time to look at my surroundings before I collapsed on the bed in agony. In my head, I vaguely hear "Daddy" and "Grandpa". Wake up. Wake up to the sound of hurried footsteps. He was plunged into darkness.

When the "mummy" moved again. It's time to go to West Mountain. At this time. It's time to eat. The mummy slowly rises. Although the action is difficult. But obviously much more energetic than in the morning. At least stuff your head with a cover. Go and see their environment.

Look at the situation. A little movement. The whole body twitched slightly. Pain is like turning a wry smile into a luxury. The dim light revealed a small earthen walled room. On the dark gray walls hung several worn bows and scimitars.

A dimly lit oil lamp rests on a simple small wooden table. Lying on it was a little girl with braided horns. Look at its shape is seven or eight years old. Make sleepy whispers. I also sobbed on saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth from time to time.

There is an old kettle next to it. There are only a few white bowls with notches and a wooden spoon. Check out these. It is not difficult to imagine that this little girl is in a coma. Standing in front of the bed was a bowl of water. Feed yourself a little water to drink.

Imagine yourself unconscious, as if burning vaguely in an oasis. "Mommy's" indifferent eyes couldn't help but flash a soft meaning. The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned. But it quickly passed. It's a slight movement. The "mummy" was completely shocked. The feeling of burning in the coma welled up in my heart. It's a dry cough. "Ahem, ahem!"

Maybe it's the sound. Wake up the little girl who is sleeping on the table. I rubbed my eyes in confusion and saw her. I saw "Mom" get up. At first, I was shocked.

"Ahh After seeing the situation clearly, there was another crisp shout: "Wake up." Wake up. Grandpa, wake up."

Don't stay and talk to your mom. He jumped out of the house. Looking at the scene of the little girl Han Han yelling. A thin body will warm anyone's heart! She said that "Mom" woke up, which is really not clear. Or did grandpa wake up?

Soon. He heard footsteps and the sound of "Grandpa hurry up".

The mummy looked up. Through the dim light, I could only see the old man who had drawn the curtains and came in. Wearing a short shabby cardigan. Gray hair. A face of vicissitudes. Slightly arched back. It can be seen that the ruthless years have left an indelible mark on the old man. He walked to the table with a small black porcelain basin in his hand.

"Son. You're awake. Drink some porridge later. "The old man saw the mummy awake. There was a worried look in his eyes. Whisper softly.

What a sweet title, kids. "Boy Wang Mo. Thank you very much, Lao Zhang. "This person is none other than that. It was Wang Mo who jumped into the river and fled. The injuries were severe and he was in a coma. Go with the flow. Luckily, they were spotted by the children who went to play by the river. Because the goodness of Niu Niu still exists. Only then did he ignore Wang Amo's terrible injuries. Drag him home. A hoarse voice rang out. Match the dress of his body, affect the wound and say a puff of smoke. Accompanied by bursts of inhalation. It's horrible.

"Huh. This old man didn't save you. It was my cow cow and some other babies who found you by the river. The one who brought you back to the village. You've just woken up. Weakness. Stop talking. Drink porridge first. Let's wait until we have a good rest. "The old man found it inconvenient for the mummy to speak. Think of the horrific injuries he sustained when he was carried back. Said hurriedly.

"Yes. Wang Mo nodded slightly. I know where I am. It's really inappropriate to do more now. I wonder how long I was in a coma. But judging by the degree of weakness of the body, it should have been in a coma for a long time.

After a while. Wang Mo heard a loud bang. Look up. I saw the old man carrying a bowl of porridge. In the hands of the girl named Niu Niu. motioned for her to feed Wang Mo porridge. Niu Niu looked at the porcelain basin with hope. Under the stern gaze of the old man. Look up at the "poor" Wang Mo. She had to endure not scratching her stomach in protest and walked towards him.

"I'll do it myself. "It's inconvenient to look at Wang Mo." Niu Niu laughed with a "flutter". Staring into the big bright eyes. For example, anger. He didn't answer. Instead, porridge is served with a spoon. Breathe a sigh of relief. Hand it to Wang Mo.

"Haha!" the old man laughed happily, too, perhaps to hide the embarrassment caused by the laughter. Wang Mo lowered his head and quickly drank the porridge in the spoon. Maybe I haven't eaten in a long time. I'm really hungry. After drinking four bowls of porridge in a row. Can't wait to eat. The little girl who looks straight is happy. Also forgot about the hunger in his stomach. Until the fifth time, he brought porridge to Wang Mo. only to find that the food bowl had bottomed out. I couldn't help but touch my stomach. Tears flowed from his mouth.

What is a child? I don't know how to hide my thoughts. Joy and sadness are expressed on the face. Looking at Niu Niu's shoulders twitching slightly. Wang Mo only discovered this situation after the fact. Think about the environment of this family. This may be their grandson's last ration.

Wang Mo looked at the old man embarrassedly. I saw the old man cast a reassuring glance at him. He said to Niuniu, "Come, Niuniu, eat." The crying Niu Niu looked at the porridge in front of her who didn't move much. Quickly wipe the cheek cuffs. Hold back the tears. Looking at his grandfather's kind face, he said rationally, "Grandpa eats." Niu Niu is not hungry. ”

"Nonsense. You haven't eaten all afternoon, why aren't you hungry? Niuniu is a good girl. The old man spoke softly and harshly.

"Niu Niu is really not hungry" even defended Niu Niu when she saw it. The old man pulled down his face and said, "You've grown up." You won't go hungry. Grandpa had already eaten it just now. Eat!" he patted his stomach. Because I'm afraid that the little girl won't believe it. He also knew that his granddaughter loved him very much.

"Really?" Is it really a child? I don't have that much heart. Looking at Grandpa nodded. Niu Niu picked up the bowl and began to drink. Apparently hungry. The old man looked kindly at his visibly hungry granddaughter. A hint of distress flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle" looked at the friendly grandson. Guilt, memory, and sadness flashed through Wang Mo's eyes. I really don't know how a person's eyes can change so much in an instant.

Seeing Wang Mo's expression. The old man waved his hand and said, "Son." You call me uncle. Can my poor old man ignore your food?" and the old man burst out laughing as he spoke. Wang Mo looked deeply at the old man's bright face. It's like it's going to be imprinted in your mind. There are always thousands of words and expressions like laughter.

Niu Niu, she is struggling with her rice bowl. I didn't find a minor problem between my grandfather and this unexpected guest. Instead, he put all his thoughts in the bowl he had licked in front of him.

Look at this scene. The glint in the old man's eyes was painful and embarrassing. I feel sorry for my granddaughter's hunger. Another guest came to his house. It is really impossible to give a guest a hearty meal that upsets them. It can be seen that the old man's heart is simple and kind. Wang Mo is an expectation in my heart. But at this time he. But nothing can be changed.

After dinner. The old man stopped what he wanted to say, Wang Mo. Let him have a good rest. He walked out of the room with Niuniu, who was obviously a little tired.

Wang Mo, who is helpless and weak. Staring at the backs of these grandchildren. Strong and supports a weak body, as if it can sleep at any time. Make an effort to perform pranayama poses. Start checking your physical condition.