A slight smell of chaff came to his nose, and Fan Ming gradually woke up.

Feeling a little hot/hot at the corners of his mouth, a special emotion welled up in his heart, and he knew that it was someone from this new family who had come to feed him.

With the light coming from the window, Fan Ming opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was an old peasant woman with a wrinkled face, and the clothes on her body had been sewn and mended many times, and the patches were stacked one on top of the other.

The old woman's right hand groped in the air twice and finally touched Fan Ming's face, and the moment she touched his face, the old woman's face showed a heartfelt smile, her eyes 'looking' in his direction, and muttered, "Son, you have to get better soon!" ”

The thick liquid in his mouth seemed to be a mixture of sweet potato and brown barley, a little sweet, and a little bitter, Fan Ming silently chewed the food in his mouth without making any sound, for fear of disturbing the peaceful atmosphere.

"Wulang, if you can't wake up again, my mother will accompany you to meet the Yama Emperor and ask him why he is so cruel to our Fan family!"

As she spoke, tears flowed from the old woman's eyes, and the calloused hand caressed his face, making his skin hurt a little.

But Fan Ming didn't move, he was even a little overwhelmed, what a cruel thing it would be for this poor old woman to tell her now that his only son had been replaced.

Fan Ming found that although the peasant woman's eyes fell on him, there was no shaking, and his heart was sour, it turned out that the old woman who was his mother could no longer see.

Silently feeding, silently swallowing, the old woman had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, and about half an hour passed like this.

With the sound of slight footsteps outside, the old woman suddenly came to her senses, hastily wiped a handful of tears, got up and groped her way out of the house.

"Mother, you're crying again!" There was a soft, soft sound outside.

With the faint light, Fan Ming glanced in the direction of the door curtain, a delicate figure appeared in the gap, Fan Ming felt his heart beat violently, this new woman dressed as a girl looked like his first love Xiao Qian.

Slowly closed his eyes, calmed the churning in his heart, grabbed the tail of desire in his heart, and kept telling himself in his heart that the person in front of him was now his sister or sister-in-law.

The soft voice sounded again, "The doctor said that there is still hope for your eyes to regain sight, and if you cry again, you won't be cured." ”

"What's out of the way, what's out of the way!" The old woman's trembling hand waved in the air, and in her tired voice she asked, "Have you handed over all the silk you have woven today?" ”

"Hand it in, Ming'er will go to get the town's monthly money, the owner is good, count our five cents more, a total of two hundred and eighty-nine hundred, let's buy a few buckets of grain, and buy some salt for the rest, and then grab some medicine for Wulang, and you can also live for a while." The young woman who looked like Xiaoqian said softly.

"Thanks to you this year, I don't know what to do!" The old woman choked up a little, groped for the young woman's hand, and sighed softly.

"Mother, this is what I should do." The young woman said softly.

"Wan'er, the most sorry thing for our Fan family is you, and Shiro also..."The old woman muttered softly, letting the tears slowly brush down her cheeks, such a scene made anyone be touched, let alone Fan Ming who was in it.

"Mother, don't talk about it, I'm also a member of the Fan family now, when Gorou can work, and then find a way to raise enough money to redeem my father, everything will be fine." The young woman's soft voice was like a spring flowing through her heart.

The old woman finally stopped crying, wiped her tears and groped her feet, "I'll go get some water for Gorou to drink!" ”

"Mother, I'll come!"

The young woman took the porcelain bowl from the old woman's hand, scooped up half a bowl of water, lifted the thatched curtain, and walked into the inner room.

Fan Ming's heart beat faster for a while, he didn't know how to face this pair of familiar strangers, and his mind was still fighting fiercely.

"Huh!" The young woman's exclamation made the old woman nervous suddenly, and hurriedly groped her way into the house, almost tripped over, and the young woman hurriedly caught up with the old man, and said, "Don't fall, mother, Gorou is fine, but his face seems to be much more ruddy than yesterday!" ”

"Really?" The old woman's face was happy, and a pair of rough hands trembled and rubbed on Fan Ming's face, muttering something in her mouth.

"Mother, let's catch an old hen for Wulang to make up for the soup, maybe Wulang will get better soon." Fan Ming saw that the sister-in-law who looked very much like Xiaoqian was obviously bitter in the crack of his eyes slightly, and he knew that this was to be exchanged for the rations of this poor family, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

"Even if it doesn't work, this is our ration in the future?" There was a hint of loneliness and helplessness in the old woman's voice.

"It's not easy, mother, this period of time is good, I'll go and ask the owner to give me more work, and if I stay up late and spin two more feet of silk in the past two days, I can earn a few more pennies, and I can barely survive next month, and when Wulang gets better, our life will be better." Although 'Xiao Qian' had a smile on her face, Fan Ming could clearly feel that her voice was full of exhaustion.

Hearing this, Fan Ming's heart also trembled completely, and he probably understood why he was lying in such a dilapidated environment, and he also understood that he was the pillar of this poor family with many disasters.

He was touched by this kind of purest human truth, if he didn't wake up, it would be a sin.

"Uh... Oh! Fan Ming tried hard to make a sound, but found that his throat seemed to be stuck in something, and he didn't know if it was the reason why he hadn't spoken for a long time, so he only let out a dry howl from beginning to end.

"Gorou, Gorou, what's wrong with you!" With a bang, the coarse porcelain bowl in the young woman's hand fell to the ground, and the old woman became nervous, the rough hand kept squeezing Fan Ming's cheeks, and the tears in her eyes couldn't stop gushing out, and her concern was revealed.

"Gorou, you're awake!" The young woman obviously felt that Fan Ming's situation was developing for the better, and with tears in her eyes, she stared at him eagerly, and her surprise made Fan Ming's heart warm.

Looking at the two 'relatives' in front of him, Fan Ming's eyes were also a little sour, he swallowed his saliva and adapted to his physical condition, "I've woken up, you... Don't worry about me anymore. ”

The word 'mother' turned and turned in his mouth, but he never said it, in order to show that he really 'woke up', Fan Ming endured the weakness of his whole body and sat up.

"Okay, just wake up, just wake up!" Maybe it was because she had been depressed for too long during this time, but the fact that her son finally saved her personnel made her seem to have suddenly found an outlet and cried.

The young woman standing on the side also had tears in her eyes at this time, and she bit her lower lip tightly, and she couldn't help crying, but her weak shoulders couldn't help twitching.

Even Fan Ming, who boasted that he was a man with tears and didn't flick lightly, couldn't help but panic when he saw this situation, and forced his body to get out of bed.

The young woman hurriedly ran over and used her weak hand to support Fan Ming's trembling body, he realized that he was only a teenager in the second development at the moment, and his height was just the same as the sister-in-law next to him, and it was estimated that he was about fourteen or five years old.

With the support of the two, he walked out of this mottled and gloomy thatched house, and came to the uneven courtyard, Fan Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, and what caught his eye was a primitive farming village, which made him feel relieved that at a glance, this village was relatively large, at least there was smoke curling everywhere.

Facing the sky, Fan Ming took a deep breath and said to himself: "From today onwards, this is my home." ”