In the winter of 1932, the snow was extremely snowy, white and covered in snow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ten-year-old Mitu kneels on a futon made of wheat stalks, his left hand is folded together, and his right hand is very rhythmically tapping the wooden fish, and the sound of 'dada' is pleasant to the ear. After finishing the morning class, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the tall Buddha statue reverently.

"Senior brother, it's time for breakfast." Before I saw the figure, I heard a crisp children's voice in the distance.

Mi Tu didn't need to turn around to know that someone was coming, he blinked, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a gentle smile, and his eyebrows and eyes curved. He stood up, turned around and saw that the little man was carrying patches of white snowflakes, he deliberately took a few steps forward with a straight face, stretched out his hand and gently patted the falling snow on the monk's robe, and couldn't help but blame: "Why are you panicking, the snow is falling so hard outside, I don't know how to put an umbrella?" ”

"It's not cold, it's not cold, I have my brother's favorite sweet potato porridge for breakfast today, and my brother will be robbed by them if he doesn't go." Mi Deng waved his hand again and again, his red face was full of smiles, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he shyly stretched out his fleshy little hand and pinched his ears that were red from cold.

Seeing his helpless appearance, Mi Tu couldn't bear to be too harsh on him, the little adult rubbed the top of his bare head, turned around and picked up the oilcloth umbrella that was waiting on the side, stepped forward and took Mi Deng's cold fingers, and the two walked out of the hall one after the other.

The black tarpaulin umbrella blocked the goose-feathered snowflakes floating in the sky, and the footsteps of the two were imprinted deep and shallow in the soft snow, making a rattling sound.

Mi Tu leaned over and carefully picked out the wick submerged in the kerosene, and in an instant, the room became bright. He put down the monk's book in his hand, lifted the quilt, got out of bed lightly, put on a patched shirt, walked to the small bed opposite, looked at the sleeping appearance, helped him tuck the quilt, leaned over and took out his monk's robe from the innermost, took out the needle and thread from the cabinet, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed and sewed carefully.

The wind was whistling, mercilessly blowing the dying doors and windows, squeaking, like an old man who was still breathing in his twilight years, and sat the king of the mountain in the silent night.

The cold wind flowed in through the cracks in the window, and the frozen Mi Tu shuddered and was smart.

"Senior brother...... I want to pee ......."

Mi Deng hugged the quilt, sat up in a daze, reached out and rubbed his eyes, stared at Mi Tu who was sitting under the lamp and sewed clothes seriously, and muttered.

Mi Tu raised his head and pinned the needle to the thread to prevent him from forgetting to prick someone. He dragged the monk's shoes, pulled the monk's clothes on his body, and said, "Don't move, senior brother go get the night pot, it's cold outside." ”

As he spoke, he opened the old wooden door, and the cold wind came in his face in such a hurry that he almost lost his breath.

After a while, Mi Tu came back with the night pot, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. He waved to the lantern standing beside his bed, turning over the monk's robe in the bamboo basket, I was afraid that the lantern had already been suffocated, and when he saw him come back, he ran over quickly, took off his pants and urinated.

"Senior brother, when did you find out that my clothes were torn?" Mi Deng stood on the edge of the bed, blinked a pair of black and white eyes, tilted his head, frowned his short eyebrows, and asked puzzledly.

"It's time for lunch today."

"Then why does Senior Brother help me mend my clothes?"

Mi Tu raised his head, patted his thin shoulder with one hand, and his expression was serious and serious: "Mi Deng, you have to remember that you are not only the junior brother of the senior brother, but also my relatives, siblings, you know?" ”

Mi Deng nodded as if he didn't understand, his toes shrunk, and until many years later, he still remembered it firmly, even if he forgot everything, he would never forget this unforgettable words.

"Go to sleep!"

"Hmmm......"

In 1937, after the July 7 Incident, Japan launched a full-scale war of aggression against China.

The ginkgo tree in front of the temple is showing people the most glorious moment of its life, the tall branches swaying yellow young leaves, lazily falling to the ground, layer by layer, soft light scattered on it, refracting dazzling light.

Mitu carried his shabby bag, bowed his head and silently counted his steps, his hand hanging from his waist tightened, and he paused melancholy, and stopped to stand on the last dusty step.

Turning around slowly, he looked at the light that was listlessly leaning against the door frame with a complicated expression, he frowned, pouted, and lowered his head to pick at the debris exposed from the door frame.

Mi Tu gathered the bags on his shoulders, shook his head slowly and smiled helplessly.

"...... the lantern?"

Mi Deng was silent, and continued to move on his hands, and the sawdust he picked out lay pitifully on the ground.

"...... the lantern?" Mi Tu continued to shout in a louder voice.

The deep voice came again, and Mi Deng reluctantly glanced up at Mi Tu, who was standing on the last step of the steps. He stood against the light, and the crisp morning sun shone on his thin figure, gilding him with a halo, like the statue of Garan Ye surrounded by incense in the main hall.

Mitu sighed, looked down at the stone steps that had just grown moss, and stepped up.

"It's not like Senior Brother won't come back, besides, you still have Master and other Senior Brothers staying here, and it's not like you're left alone, and you can still write a letter to Senior Brother!." He stood in front of Mi Deng, slowly squatted down, looked at him at eye level, and patiently explained.

"Really?" Mi Deng showed a look of surprise, his face was incredulous, and then it dimmed again.

"But yesterday the senior brother told me that those Japanese are terrible, and they will eat people......" Mi Lantern opened a pair of innocent eyes, staring at him tightly, and when he said this, there was a flash of fear in it.

Mi Tu habitually touched the top of his head, his round head was no longer what he felt when he was a child.

"Then do you say that Senior Brother is amazing?"

"Awesome......" Mi Deng didn't think about it, and the answer blurted out.

"Then you say I'm so powerful, how can I not beat those reckless people?"

Mi Lantern was obviously speechless about his enigmatic logic, and he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and reached out to take out a neatly folded triangular square from his pocket wearing a red rope.

"No, this is a peace talisman that Master and I asked for for my senior brother, you must take it with you."

Mi Tu hung the peace charm around his neck and carefully tucked it into the monk's robes, he patted his chest and asked with a smile, "Is this okay?" ”

Ten-year-olds don't know how to hide their emotions yet. Mi Deng nodded sullenly, and said hesitantly: "Then senior brother be careful on the road and come back early." ”

Staring at the back that was getting farther and farther away, Mi Deng felt the tip of his nose sour, and the water droplets in his eye sockets couldn't stop wanting to run out, and his chest was swollen uncomfortably.

Suddenly, feeling the familiar force on his shoulder, Mi Deng slowly raised his head and choked up, "Master......"

"Don't worry! Your brother, he will come back safely. ”

"Hmm......" Mi Deng nodded vigorously.