Although Hua Ye didn't understand what beckoning tumblers meant. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but he looked at his grandson who turned into a ball of meat with his arms and wrists, and couldn't help but cry.

"O iniquity, iniquity!" Hua Ye leaned on his chair and muttered to himself.

"Daddy......" the little uncle cried out to the crumbling old man.

"Old man!" Grandma Hua listened to her son's shouting and couldn't help but turn around and scream.

Hua Ye couldn't hear anything. He only felt a sudden fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and then he didn't know anything.

Little Pillar didn't know what was going on, and crawled towards the familiar little uncle. He slapped his little uncle on the back with his palmless hand, and his mouth was full of ho-ho. But no one knew what he was talking about, and no one noticed what he was saying. The little pillar doesn't care about that. He stubbornly patted: "Ho! Ho ......"

For a long time there was silence in the room. No one spoke. There was only a silent chill flowing in the air. The fire was red, but it still felt cold. In the silence, only the images on the TV flickered.

An Lingrong, who didn't give powder, picked up a bitter almond and said to Zhen Huan that she finally understood why the women in the palace liked to eat sugar so much. An Lingrong's voice was rough and ugly, and it had long since lost the beauty and tactfulness when he first entered the palace. Zhen Huan didn't answer, turned her head to look at the heavy palace, and walked out. Not long after, the news that the internal supervisor announced that An Lingrong had choked to death after eating bitter almonds spread to all corners.

Bitter in the heart, do you like to eat sweet? If it's really bitter to the extreme, no matter how much sugar you eat, I'm afraid you won't be able to fill it! I silently swallowed a piece of candy and digested what happened when my little uncle came home. Those things were told to her by Grandma Hua.

Eighteen years later, when the little uncle returned to Dage Village, everything he was familiar with in the past was gone. Many of his memories are buried in this land forever. For the rest, those who moved moved away, and those who left left. Only a few faces are still the familiar ones in my memory. Dage Village is rich and empty. All the efforts he had made over the years seemed so insignificant in the empty village of Dage.

In the past eighteen years, whenever he couldn't hold on, he would always think of the familiar and warm Dage Village in his memory. He wanted to gain people's understanding, and he wanted to walk in that familiar land with dignity again. But what he didn't expect was that when he came back, Dage Village was no longer the Dage Village he remembered. He has no chance of changing the bad impression he has left on people.

In the past 18 years, time has passed like a river. The people of Dage Village are moving forward. They are fighting for a better life and a brighter future. The little uncle is the only one, who is still eighteen years ago, and wants to make up for his mistakes step by step. In the end, he succeeded with extraordinary perseverance. But it wasn't until then that the little uncle realized that the crowd of onlookers eighteen years ago had long since dispersed. On the stage of the redemption story, he is the only one left.

In fact, the little uncle didn't dare to ask for anything. For a long time, he just thought that when he found the little pillar and went home, the familiar folks would be able to pat him on the shoulder with a smile and say as familiarly, "Come back?" ”

Coming back? Just such a simple sentence, a thousand words are all in one word. It seems that the little uncle is just an ordinary trip away. Coming back? When this sentence popped out of the mouths of the familiar villagers, the little uncle understood that the villagers had forgiven and re-accepted him. Everything is gone.

Countless times, the little uncle will be excited to tears when he thinks of this scene. He traveled through strange places, searching as relentlessly as an ancient fool. Village after village, city after city...... Uncle Xiao forgot how many pairs of shoes he had worn out. When he has no money, he will stop and do some chores to earn some money, and when he has money, he will save money and continue to search. Drink some cold water when you're thirsty, and nibble on a few hard steamed buns when you're hungry. If your clothes and shoes are torn, you can pick them up in the garbage. insisted on it like this, and the little uncle ran almost every inch of land in southern Anhui.

Finally, the hard work paid off. Soon after the arrival of the new century, the little uncle finally found the family that bought the little pillar. However, the family's reply to the little uncle was like a bolt from the blue.

Little Pillar escaped a few times, so they asked for some money to replace the younger child. Then the gang took the little pillar away.

Where did those guys go?

I don't know. But I think I've heard that they take their unsold children to beg in big cities.

Here the clue was broken all at once.

The little uncle tossed and turned all night under a kapok tree. After daybreak, he continued on his way.

After that, for more than ten years, the little uncle walked through many places that can be called big cities. Near the train station, the intersection of bustling commercial streets, and even the beautiful park. Every crowded place where there might be people begging left the tired and determined figure of the little uncle.

Over the course of eighteen years, he bought maps of many cities. By the time he left the city, almost every map had been worn out by him. Still, he couldn't find any clues. Each time, he came to a new city with hope, but not once, he left with a heart full of hope.

Until the end of the seventeenth year.

The little uncle found the very ordinary white bridge.

When I asked for directions, I was told that most of the beggars gathered by the white bridge next to the park except for the shopping street.

The little uncle went all the way. The park is bustling and lively. A stall selling colorful windmills is mixed with a snack workshop selling a variety of snacks, attracting several children. The little uncle's eyes swept over the carefree children, and he couldn't help but think of the little pillar again: if he hadn't been so bastard back then, the little pillar would be so innocent and cute now!

That man did not lie to the little uncle, there was a row of beggars sitting or lying on the side of the white bridge. The little uncle looked over one by one, but didn't find a familiar face.

I don't know where in the park suddenly the sound of firecrackers sounded, crackling, short and loud. The little uncle looked at the red lanterns hanging everywhere in the pavilion, and felt slightly stunned in his heart, and before he knew it, another year had passed, but he had not found the little pillar yet. When he was tired, the little uncle sat down against the painted white bridge railing, took out a frozen steamed bun and ate it. The weather was cold, and the steamed bun scum fell from the dirty fingers of the little uncle like white crumbs. After eating the two steamed buns, a thin layer of "snowflakes" has been spread on the ground.

The little uncle clapped his hands and prepared to leave, but he was caught by a bony hand.

"Ho-ho!" The little beggar lying on the ground cried.