Mao Eighteen is not their biological son.

This incident was like a thunderbolt from the blue for Mao Shiba, and he didn't know what was blown up.

He is not the biological son of his parents, so who is himself, who is his own, where are they buying now, and are they still alive now.

A series of questions swirled in Mao Eighteen's head.

My father began to tell the story of a long time ago.

More than 30 years ago, it was almost the New Year, when my father and mother had just gotten married.

The production team has not been disbanded, and it is known that it has not fully returned.

At that time, the countryside was extremely poor, and they couldn't eat a few meals of fine grain all year round, and white flour was even more expensive.

Fortunately, my mother's maiden family is okay. Grandpa was the captain of the production team at that time, and his life was better than that of ordinary people.

My father's family is not good, and there is not even a kang mat on the poor kang.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, my grandfather brought a message and said that the two of them would come over. The production team kills the pigs and wraps them two with meatball dumplings.

Eating a meal of meatball dumplings that year was simply a fairy's life.

On weekdays, the common people eat corn paste and wild vegetables, there is no oil and water in their stomachs, and they have to work hard all day long, and they are not idle in winter, sending dung to the geographical head. So my body couldn't stand it for a long time, and my father heard that he was going to his grandfather's house to eat dumplings, and he didn't sleep well for several days.

I finally looked forward to the past, and I ate a big meal, and I couldn't move anymore.

It's the same with mothers. The distressed grandfather and grandma's tears fell down one by one.

But he couldn't say anything yet, but comforted the two of them and said that the hard days would pass. There is no mountain of flames that cannot be climbed.

Before leaving, he brought the rest of the dumplings with him, and also took two catties of pork and five catties of white noodles.

My father is also a person who wants to be face-saving, and he says no to it vigorously.

Grandpa said, take it, you two have eaten, your parents haven't eaten it yet, bring some for them to taste.

When my father heard my grandfather say this, tears crackled and fell, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, Dad, I can't forget your great kindness, and I will definitely be good to my wife.

My father really did it, and he was also very good to his mother, in winter, he never let his mother get up early, and he made a meal before his mother got up.

I did it to my grandfather, who was finally paralyzed in bed for several years, and my father waited for him, and my grandfather gave him a thumbs up when he left.

Let's talk a little far, let's talk about it, after dinner that day, my father carried pork and white noodles on his back, and my mother walked back with still hot dumplings in her arms.

At that time, the winter weather was rattling and cold, unlike now, when there was no winter at all.

By the afternoon, there were basically no people on the road.

Father and mother chatted as they walked.

Father said, after the New Year, we also secretly raised a pig, and when the time comes, we will also call our parents over for a meal of pork. Let them rejoice, delight, delight.

Mother said, I'm afraid that someone will sue us behind our backs, in case we let the family sue us, aren't we raised for nothing?

My father said, it's okay, I'll hide it in the back with firewood and raise it, and no one can see it.

And the mother laughed and said, "Look what you can."

The father said that the pork was so delicious that even if I didn't eat it, I would have to let you eat it with the child.

The mother laughed and said, "The child is not yet, but you are far enough."

Father laughed too.

While walking, the two of them yearn for a better life in the future.

The sun had set, and there was a red cloud in the western sky.

My father said that tomorrow will be another good weather, so I will pack up the house and prepare for the New Year.

At this time, from a distance, the cry of a baby that had been faint for a lifetime was heard.

My father didn't hear it, but my mother did.

Then the mother said to the father, "I have heard a child crying."

The father said, ", how can a child cry in this barren mountain or wilderness?"

Mother said, no, I heard it, in the northeast.

Father said, "You heard me wrong, let's go home quickly." In the delay it will be dark, and when it is dark, it is time for the wolf to come out.

At this time, there was another sound.

The father heard it and said, "Oh, it's a child's cry."

Mother said, "I didn't lie to you."

The father said, "Let's go, go and have a look."

The two men followed the voice. In an earthen hollow, there was a man lying there.

The cry came from the man's arms.

My father and mother were shocked, and my heart said, "What's going on?"

The father walked over and pushed the man, and said, "Brother, wake up, wake up, what's the matter?"

The man opened his eyes weakly, glanced at his father, and said a word.

My father said, "He looks hungry, but you see he's thin, and he's almost out of shape."

The mother took a dumpling out of her bosom and placed it on the man's mouth.

The smell of meat opened the man's eyes. I swallowed the dumplings in one bite.

The father asked the mother to take out a few more and handed them over, and the man ate them as well.

The father asked the mother to take out all the dumplings, but the mother refused.

Father said, this is a life-saving thing, give it to him.

Mother said that he had been hungry for too long to eat so much, so let him go to our house.

The father nodded, said yes, and helped the man to his feet.

The man finally had some strength and walked forward with his father's support.

It was already dark, there was no moon, only the lights flickering in the distance.

Fortunately, it is estimated that it will be four miles away from home, and my father's nervous nerves have finally been relaxed.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything else, but there were wolves at that time, and wolves were like people, hungry to death. Otherwise, he would not attack people.

The child in the man's arms was still crying, but his voice was getting weaker and weaker.

The mother asked if she was holding the child.

The man said, no, he was also hungry, and he hadn't eaten for a long time.

The mother sighed and said, "Well, in such a year, the children are all sinned."

The father also sighed and said, who said no, I don't know what years and months are the end, and the big leaders above know that the common people are like this.

The man sighed and said, sooner or later, there will be an end. The darkness will pass.

Father and mother felt that this man was not a peasant, but seeing that he was not as tattered as the two of them, they couldn't think of what he was doing for a while.

Because the man was very slow, he didn't go far for a long time, and the surroundings were even darker, and in the dark night, people lost their direction and dared.

The father said, "Big brother, can you be faster, if you go slowly, I'm afraid the wolves will come out."

As he spoke, a terrible wolf howl was heard in the distance.