"Is my aunt's illness better?"

The little girl looked at Duan Ping'an, shook her head a little blankly, and then nodded again, Duan Ping'an didn't understand, maybe the little girl herself didn't know. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You sold fish, did you take the money to Dr. Zhang to get medicine?"

The little girl nodded, a little confused, and then shook her head again.

Duan Ping'an smiled bitterly, it seemed that no matter how he asked, he would not ask why.

So he simply didn't ask, and went to the village to visit the little girl's mother in person that day.

He hadn't actually seen the little girl in the village, he just blamed himself for getting up too early and going out in a bit of a hurry, so he didn't see it.

Duan Ping'an turned around and lifted the fish basket, which was full of fish, and he didn't think about anything, so he handed the fish basket to the little girl.

The little girl looked at Duan Ping'an and asked with some fear, "Isn't Uncle Zhang really angry?"

"No, Uncle Zhang is fine, he made me a supper last night."

Every time the little girl asks such a sentence, every time Duan Ping'an will answer like this, and after three years of repeated conversations, they will not have a trace of disgust.

Perhaps, this is childhood.

The little girl took the basket with some trepidation.

Duan Ping'an looked at his eyes, and then smiled: "It's okay, my aunt's illness matters."

The little girl's eyes had lost her smile at some point, and she looked a little hollow, and slowly took the fish basket.

Duan Ping'an noticed a trace of uneasiness, the little girl had not looked like this before.

Duan Ping'an narrowed his eyes, his tone carried a hint of fear and uneasiness, and said hesitantly: "What happened, is something wrong?"

The little girl looked at Duan Ping'an in a daze, there seemed to be tears in her eyes, and after a long time, she shook her head silently, and then nodded again.

Duan Ping'an looked at her eyes, muttered a little, and slowly looked away, he saw a deep fear in her eyes, he knew that something must have happened.

Duan Ping'an didn't know how to comfort people, he just comforted himself stupidly, he didn't know what to say, looking at the tears in the little girl's eyes.

He didn't even know what to do at this moment.

He found that he was about to cry, and there was no reason for him, and he couldn't find a reason.

He turned around, slowly picked up the artemisia, and gently rocked the boat.

The little girl looked at Duan Ping'an's back, and she didn't know how long it took before she whispered with a crying voice: "Mother, it's dead."

The voice was as small as a mosquito, as if it was speaking to himself.

But these four words swept into Duan Ping'an's ears like thunder, making his heart suddenly shocked, and the long artemisia in his hand slipped off his palm unconsciously.

He finally understood why he wanted to cry when he saw her eyes, because six years ago, he had looked at her like that.

"My mother said she wouldn't die, she lied to me"

"My mother said that she would take me to the Tianshan Mountains in the north to find the world's largest Tianshan Snow Lotus"

"She said she was going to take me to a distant cold pool to find my father, and she lied to me..."

"She said she would take Su'er to learn all the nursery rhymes"

"She said that as long as Su'er is obedient, she will not leave me"

"She said she would watch Su'er grow up, and Su'er would be as beautiful as her mother"

"My mother said that on the ethereal mountain in the south, there is a big mushroom with the mark of our family on it, and she hasn't taken Su'er to see it yet."

"My mother lied, she said she couldn't bear me, why..."

"My mother told me not to cry, Su'er is very obedient, Su'er doesn't cry..."

"But my mother is still gone, she lied to Su'er"

"She said she was just a little sleepy, she said she missed her mom"

"She said she would come back......"

The little girl cried and whispered to herself, she hugged her knees, and her petite body trembled slightly.

The fog dispersed around it gathered silently at this time, as if comforting the crying little girl, quietly floating between heaven and earth.

The little girl buried her head between her knees and sobbed softly as she spoke.

Duan Ping'an stood at the bow of the boat, his eyes fell on the fog that was gradually closing in the distance, thinking of his parents, he didn't know, why he didn't die, why didn't he die, why did his parents die, why, why?

He didn't notice the fading mist, he didn't hear the little girl's name Su'er, he didn't hear the names of places he had never heard before, he just heard the little girl crying softly on the boat.

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