In the summer of 1973, a circle of scattered light of the sun passed through the thin edge of light silk, and rose unhurriedly on the top of the mountain not far from Lancun, and began to slowly release its heat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A loud cry came from a row of gray-yellow tiled houses, and Wen Peicheng quickly slapped open the wooden door that had been old for many years. This is his fourth child born, the first three are girls, and he pins his hopes on the fourth. Since his wife's pregnancy, his hopes have expanded as his wife's belly has grown day by day, and he hopes that this one will be a Q, so that he can complete the custom of passing incense, and at the same time he can get rid of the duck feather phlegm bucket that --- can't give birth to a son that is hung behind him by the villagers.

In rural China, especially in the south, no son is to be bullied. That kind of spiritual bullying has been deeply ingrained from generation to generation. For example, if a daughter can go to the family tree, her grandson and granddaughter can't, which means that your family's family tree will be broken when you get here. If you don't have a son, you may always be alone in the future, and your daughter can't stay at the bedside to do her filial piety, you can only swallow your last breath alone. So much so that this shackle is the shackle of the life of many rural women.

"Alas! It's a sister again. The midwife sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Ahh Wen Peicheng sat down on the threshold, the hope of extinguishing his body was instantly emptied, his originally black face was pale and terrible, his hands and feet were weak for a while, and after a few seconds, his feet trembled uncontrollably, and his arms were full of protruding chills.

"It's another daughter." Chen Chunhui lay on the bed and muttered to himself. She had already used all her strength to hold back the child, but now when she heard the cruel result, she only felt that her body was as helpless as duckweed, and the tears in her heart were as exhausted as the blood of the child after giving birth.

"Holy! It's really useless, it's a girl again! Wen Peicheng's aunt walked out of the tiled house with a scolding.

"Second aunt, what should I do?" The midwife asked Wen Peicheng to become a grandmother.

"This, naturally, can't be wanted." Aunt Wen Peicheng replied affirmatively.

"You see, there are already a lot of sisters, and they will have sons in the future, and now the regulations of the commune production team are not to go to the ground, and if there is no centimeter, there is no grain. You also know that her body is boneless, and when she gave birth to her third sister, she was still edema and almost died. It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that I really can't ask for it. Aunt Wen Peicheng pointed to the newborn baby.

"Second aunt. So you're flooding? Or do you want to bury it in the earth? ”

This one..... This one..... Wen Peicheng's aunt hesitated. To put it bluntly, she is not hesitating, but fear. This woman with a height of 1.70 meters, she herself drowned her two daughters who she thought were superfluous, so that she could never forget those two pairs of black and innocent eyes for the rest of her life.

"I'll give you ten catties of grain, and you can help me get rid of her." Aunt Wen Peicheng gritted her teeth and looked at the midwife.

"Second aunt, I can't ask for this." The midwife took two steps back in a panic and looked up at Wen Peicheng's grandmother.

"Murder is damned." The midwife shrank to the bedside of the postpartum woman Chen Chunhui in shock, and looked sympathetically at her, who was already short and weak.

Chen Chunhui was lying on the bed expressionlessly, her brain was completely blank, she no longer wanted anything, she felt that the last crack of her bone marrow hard shell was numb. Having a son is a long journey for her, and there is no end in sight.

"If Heaven could give me a son, it would be the ****** son in the picture book. Chen Chunhui has lowered his hope to the lowest demand more than once in his heart, and now this minimum demand has been ruthlessly extinguished, and the disappointed can only be at the mercy of the world.

She also knew that the commune production team did not get much grain to her family every harvest season, and if she added another child, it would undoubtedly add ice to the snow, and hunger would make people make a choice without a choice.

"Then let Pei Cheng handle it! ＇

"You secretly took it to the back mountain at night to bury it, don't let others see it." Wen Peicheng's aunt Zou looked at the cheekbones on both sides as if he had been carved, and her nose was lifted to the sky. For this son who never gives birth to a son, she is dissatisfied with the left and the right. If it weren't for the fact that their two in-laws have been married for more than ten years and have not been able to give her a grandson and a half son, she would not have walked in the alleys of the village and suffered the bitterness of those long-tongued women.

Life is like this, I have no choice but to grow grass crazy in my heart, and whole grains are the truth.

The sultry night fell silently, Wen Peicheng stood up vigorously, picked up the baby who had been wrapped in an old cloth shirt on the bed, the baby girl was opening her little mouth and crying, her round eyes were not moist with tears, Wen Peicheng's hands were soft, and the baby almost fell off his hands. Wen Peicheng tried his best to push the panic in his heart, put the baby flat in the bamboo blue, lifted it and walked desperately towards the back mountain.

Poverty is a sin that can make humanity rather suffer a soul bite than go hungry to read the Bible.

Looking at the head-deep pit, Wen Peicheng turned his head to look at Zhulan with the help of the faint moonlight, the baby girl was crying desperately in the bamboo basket, she was hungry, Xu was struggling for her situation.

The wind was blowing, the trees were ringing, Wen Peicheng looked at the surroundings shrouded by the quiet moonlight in surprise, and was about to throw the bamboo basket down the soil pit with the baby girl, when a thin crow suddenly flew out from a tree not far away, and screamed dumbly-dumbly, which startled Wen Peicheng, and he hurriedly lifted the bamboo basket and rushed back.

"Why did you bring her back?" As soon as Wen Peicheng's grandmother heard the baby's crying, she angrily squeezed out of the low tiled house surrounded by yellow mud.

"Grandma, I really can't do it. Wen Peicheng squatted in the corner with his head in his hands and explained weakly.

Both of them are useless things, Wen Peicheng's aunt glared at her son hard, and then slashed her daughter-in-law's gaze, stomped her feet, and asked angrily, "Give birth to so many sisters, can you raise them?" Do you want to have sons? ”

"How do you raise it? Can you grow up by eating water and drinking wind? Aunt Wen Peicheng paused and asked again. Wen Peicheng was speechless when asked, and simply lay on the wooden platform that had been corroded for many years and cried bitterly.

"Hang her on the eaves, if you don't dare to do it, you will starve her to death." Aunt Wen Peicheng angrily lifted the baby girl out.

After a sleepless night, Chen Chunhui looked at the moonlight leaking through the window with a single leaf of wooden railing, and from time to time there was the intermittent cry of a child hanging under the eaves and beating her heart.

This child is a piece of meat that has fallen from my body, my child, my God, mother! Chen Chunhui cried out in her heart for her pain, her hatred: she hated that she didn't give birth to this child as a son, so that she would leave this world as soon as she came to this world. She hated the world's unfairness to her daughter, she hated the tears in the sky, she hated the earth speechless, she seemed to have fallen into a deep dry pit, and the suffocation of decay kept making her sink and sink.......

A cry woke Chen Chunhui from her sleep, she sat up with a spirit, covered in cold sweat, and for a moment she shouted excitedly, "Peicheng, she is not dead yet, hurry up and bring my daughter back to me, I will raise my daughter even if I drink mountain nest water." Wen Peicheng also suffered all night, and hurriedly hugged his daughter back who was hanging under the eaves.

"Do you really want to starve everyone? Wen Peicheng's aunt pinched her waist and stopped at the door of the room, her face was indescribably gloomy.

"Grandma, look........

"Look at what, a bunch of money-losing goods. Wen Peicheng's grandmother interrupted her son.

"No matter how big you are, no matter how fat you grow, won't you sell it to someone else's house in the end? Will she cry to you at the head of your bed? Can she pull the grass out of your grave? Wen Peicheng's aunt was still blocking the door.

"Let him take it back, I just hung up a divination on this child, this child has a high life, and he will have food in the future." A slow and kind voice.