Standing on the highest mountain in Liangxi Village and looking down, you can see a cement road like a dragon winding around the mountainsides, which is very beautiful, but its width is only two meters eight, which is very narrow in general. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This cement road leads from Heguang County to Liangxi Village. The cement road is 10 kilometers long, passing through villages and mountains in the middle, and terminating in Liangxi Village.

On this day, one of the groups in Liangxi Village was full of messy and sad weeping. The crying is noisy, one after another, and it is sad. The number of people in this group is very limited, only about two dozen people, but only five or six families.

With tears on their faces, they all gathered at the door. There were still several dead people lying underground, some old, some young, and some middle-aged.

They were crushed to death by the collapse of their houses. Because this place is very remote, the people are also very poor, and even some families only have four walls, and they have no meal.

Their houses have been handed down from the previous generation for decades, and it is not surprising that they are now collapsing. Unfortunately, someone was stoned to death.

Woo・・・・・ Daddy・・・・・ Mom...

Jade ・・・・・

Wife...

All kinds of cries are intertwined, they are all crying bitterly, shouting their dearest people, and some of them are even crying silently.

The traffic police brigade has intervened in this matter and is actively pacifying and dealing with the matter here.

Among these people, there is one picture that is the most heart-wrenching. A five-year-old child's face was covered with dirt, he held his dead mother's head, he couldn't cry, his face was blue from crying, his whole body trembled, and his snot kept flowing down, and he was intertwined with tears.

His name is Dusty Wind, he is only five years old, he lost his father two years ago, and now he has lost his mother, he has no grandparents, no brothers and sisters, and now he is the only one left in this family.

He hugged his mother's headache and cried, his voice was hoarse, as if he was stupid, quietly looking at his dead mother in his arms, and still couldn't believe that his mother had left him like this.

Those families who did not die saw this tragedy, and their hearts were also panicked, and they felt sad and sad for them.

"Fellow villagers, we are also very sad that such a thing happened, on behalf of the government, I express my condolences to the deceased, but the deceased is gone, and the living still need to live strongly, this is what the dead want to see, today, I not only come to mourn the deceased on behalf of the government, but also to send rice and grain to the villagers."

"The houses here are uninhabitable for the time being, we will set up tents for everyone in this open space, live in them first, and then we will start to rebuild these houses for everyone, please rest assured, your business is the government's business."

Hearing the words of the traffic police captain, many people's hearts were much more comfortable.

Don't be sad, child, your mother has a spirit in heaven, and if she sees you so sad, she will be so distressed. The captain of the traffic police walked over to Dusty Wind and squatted down to comfort him. Dusty Wind didn't say a word, his body was trembling, and his face was very bad.

Yo, I'm feverish, come here, it's windy here, bring a tent and cover this child.

The traffic police brigade only had five or six people, and the manpower was very limited, and the help they could give was naturally very limited, and they were only responsible for calming people's hearts and providing some rice, oil, salt, and quilts.

After they set up tents for the people here, they paid some money and hired a few people here to help them rebuild the collapsed houses. And then he left.

Families with qualified families are starting to prepare for the funeral. And there is only one five-year-old child left in the Dusty Wind family, what can I do? How did he know about the funeral? In addition, he is still immersed in sadness, and he has not eaten or drunk, just holding his mother.

Others are distressed when they look at it. But something like this happened in their family, and they were powerless to help him. Living in such a place of poor mountains and bad waters, who has the ability to help others? They are too busy to take care of themselves, how can they help others?

The sky was dark and white, and the dust and wind hugged his mother and fell asleep and woke up. When he opened his eyes that day, he was full of heat, not only his face was even more pale, but his head was also very painful. He knew he couldn't fall yet, and his mother had to be buried in the ground. As a son of man, it is common etiquette to send off his parents to the end.

Although he was young, he also knew that there were some families in Liangxi Village who only had daughters and no sons, or who had no children under their knees, and they needed children, so he thought of a way that he could sell his body to bury his mother.

Although the dust wind is small, it is much smarter and more sensible than children of the same age. So he stood up strongly, dragged his already sick body, and staggered away.

He hadn't been to school yet, so he couldn't write, but he knew who he could write for.

He went to the house of another group house in Liangxi Village and looked for an old man in his sixties. This old man is a notoriously good person, so Dusty Wind thought of asking him for help.

Dusty Wind came to the old man, and for a while he was speechless.

Child・・・You are suffering, I know everything about your family, say, what do you want grandpa to do for you, if grandpa helps, I will definitely help you. The old man is amiable and cares about the dust and wind.

Grandpa, Grandpa, I want to, please, please, please write a piece for me to sell, sell my mother, and bury my mother. Dusty Wind choked and said this sentence with difficulty, he didn't cry, he endured the sadness in his heart and didn't want people to see it, so from the moment he stood up, he told himself strongly that he couldn't cry, he must not cry. Because he knew that if he cried, he wouldn't be able to do the rest.

Kid, that's unacceptable. Listening to Chenfeng's words, the old man became sad.

Grandpa, I don't have anything else to do...

Grandpa understands, but you are the only one in your family, if you sell to others and take someone else's surname, then your parents will be very sad in the spirit of heaven, and if you don't inherit the family lineage, it is a big unfilial piety.

Grandpa, please, help me. Dusty Wind didn't know what to say, he was so young, he had no other way than to sell himself to bury his mother.

Child...

"Grandpa understands your filial piety. Okay, grandpa help you. ”

The old man had already understood Chenfeng's thoughts, he knew that this child was very filial and a good child, so he took a thin wooden board and wrote a few big characters on it with chalk.

Because the old man is a retired teacher in the village, there will be some chalk and the like at home.

"Thank you, thank you, grandpa."

Dusty Wind took the sign that said "Selling Body to Bury Mother" and wrote about Grandpa, and left in a hurry. She knelt in front of her mother's body, with a sign in front of her pestle for her mother's burial, waiting for someone to buy him and bury her mother.

Come, child, finish the porridge. A kind aunt saved her ration and sent it to Dusty Wind. Looking at the weak child, she was really distressed, so she had to save her own rations and give it to the child.

Thank you... Thank you, Auntie. I don't. Dusty Wind said strongly. In fact, he was already very hungry, and he had not entered a single grain of wood since yesterday morning. But he was a sensible child, so how could he eat someone else's rations?

Child, it's okay, you can eat, Auntie still has it.

Not Auntie.

Silly boy, if you go on like this, your body will not be able to support it, and if you fall down then, who will tell you about your mother's funeral?

Thank you, Auntie, Auntie. Dusty Wind looked at his aunt's sincere appearance, he took the bowl of porridge in his aunt's hand and drank it.

Auntie's great kindness, I will remember it for the rest of my life.

Silly boy, what are you talking about, what is unkind, you have no parents now, and your aunt can't help, you are already very guilty.

You stay here first, and your aunt will spread the word about you and see if anyone will buy you.

Thank you, Auntie... The warmth given by the aunt made Chenfeng finally can't help but shed a tear of emotion.

In this most difficult moment, only this aunt from another family was willing to look at him, and everyone else was a cold bystander.

Dusty Wind also firmly remembered the kindness of his aunt.