He remembered, though he was lonely and lonely, but he kept remembering them, and he kept them as treasures, because they taught him how to live!

Ever since he landed in his mother's womb, he has been different from others, because his face is so ugly, and the ugliness is outrageously not human, let alone a little similar to his parents.

Fortunately, his parents did not abandon him during that famine-stricken era, and they raised him with great pains until he was old enough to remember.

At that time, their family was poor, there was a meal, no meal, it was already very good to be able to drink two servings of gruel a day, although it was difficult at that time, but their family was very happy, because at least there was the warmth of a family, there was family affection, and their family was very strong and happy to live.

Fate did not give them time, only one year, although the food and clothing were not good in this short year, but they still lived hard and happily.

In the autumn of that year, on the eve of the harvest, locusts rained down on their small barren fields, and his parents knelt on the ground as if the sky had fallen, their eyes blank and hollow as corpses.

The locusts were gone, sweeping away everything, and all that was left was the bare straw, and his parents clung to the straw on the ground in pain, and even if they suffered in the whole year, his parents never shed a single tear in front of him, and now they were crying heartbreakingly, tears raining down, and the little one sat on the ground, howling and crying.

Two big and one young, two men and one girl, one father and one mother and one child sat in the middle of heaven and earth and wept, and no one went back to save them, because this was the way of the world at that time!

It was a cold, surprisingly cold winter. The cold wind was blowing, he curled up in a corner of the house, the cold wind blew through the dilapidated walls on his terrifying face, his facial features were particularly strange, his face was short, and elongated, showing an inverted triangle, like the face of a mouse.

He was alone in the house, and his parents had said they were going to the market to buy some food, but after so long, they should have come back a long time ago, and he lifted the worn linen cloth on his body, stood up, and pushed open the wooden door.

The cold wind blew his face fiercely, like a sharp knife cutting the layer of leather robe bones on his face, shrugged his shoulders and hurriedly walked out.

The snow was very heavy, and as soon as he stepped down, he had already covered his calves, and he struggled to lift his legs step by step to think about the difficult walk, leaving behind him the deep footprints and the home that was gradually drifting away.

With the scattered fragments of memory in his brain, slowly forming a small map, his mother often praised him: "Say he is the smartest child in the world!" He also thinks so, because this is what his mother said, and she will never lie to him.

Step after step forward, the footprints behind him disappeared in the blizzard, and I couldn't remember how far I had come.

He had completely lost his strength, his hands and feet that were originally cold, and he had lost consciousness, but there was a belief in his heart, and this belief drove him, which was the silk thread that connected them to their family.

His eyes were covered with snow, his eyelids began to fight, his legs were almost all weak, and his face was already bruised, not to mention blood, but he still did not give up his obsession to move on, step by step, and it was difficult.

At this moment, the heartstrings seemed to be fluctuating, like a stone entering a mirror lake, rolling up layers of ripples, and the lowered head immediately raised and looked at a dead tree not far away.

The tree was bare, lifeless, and on it were pitch-black crows, leisurely combing their black feathers with their pointed beaks.

And just below there seemed to be two people hugging each other, motionless.

His heart trembled violently, his face changed from sluggish to frightened and incredulous, and he rushed forward desperately, his feet rose and fell again and again across the snow, bringing up and down patches of snow.

Just as he rushed in front of them, he fell down violently, raised his head from the snow, the snow had already covered their lower bodies, the man leaned against the tree, the gentle smile on his face froze and froze, and he hugged the woman in front of him tightly

It was difficult to support his body with his hands, but his small body had already been overdrawn, and he tried again and again, and failed again and again.

In the end, he did not struggle, did not have the strength to struggle, buried his face in the cold snow, and cried silently...

Leaning against the corpse by the tree, the woman snuggled up to the man, the happy smile on her face frozen, and between their bodies, a small bag of rice, three cold steamed buns in an oil wrap.

The crows in the trees screamed, staring closely at the three people under the trees.