Although it has passed the solar term of Gu Yu, the night in the forest is still cold. Sister Fu and Mi Po used the dry branches they had picked up to build a fire in the leeward clearing.

Mi Bao felt that Sister Fu's burden was a trick box, and she had what she wanted. When he helped clean up, he saw that it was as small as flint, velvet, as large as bedding, clothes, and even pots and spoons for cooking, and there were some round iron boxes that he had never seen. Although Mi Bao was a little greedy, Sister Fu didn't allow Mi Bao to eat it, for fear that he would just vomit and be broken by the meat.

The tongue of fire stretched and retracted and burned the dry branches, and the branches were scalded and made a "crackling" sound, which echoed the cry of the beast in the distance, and a cold wind blew, and Mi Bao, who stretched out his hand to roast the fire, couldn't help but shudder. Sister Fu shook off the quilt, pulled one corner of the quilt by herself, and let Mi Bao hold the other corner, and the two leaned together.

There is a quilt in the back to block the wind, there is a red fire roasting in the front, and next to it is the warm and soft Sister Fu, and Mi Bao's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

"Baozi, I can't sleep!" Sister Fu looked around, "In case the wolf comes, Sister can't handle it alone." It's all out, what's the matter with feeding the wolf! ”

Mi Bao felt a heavy responsibility when Sister Fu said it, and he said confidently: "Don't worry, wolves are afraid of fire, and they dare not approach." Mi Bao said that curiosity prompted him to think of Sister Fu appearing alone in the deep mountains and old forests and a series of questions about her body, and before he could ask, Sister Fu spoke first:

"Baozi, can you tell my sister why you got into this old forest alone!"

At this time, Mi Bao remembered that he hadn't told Sister Fu a word about himself, and he felt that Sister Fu should know everything. But after thinking about it, he denied himself again: people are not immortals, how can they know the affairs of other people's families. As soon as he thought of the immortals, Mi Bao remembered the story told by his mother, so he said, "I came into the mountains to find the immortals, and he lives in the innermost part of this old forest." ”

"Oh," Sister Fu looked stunned, "what's going on, tell me quickly!" ”

Mi Bao told Sister Fu the story told by his mother, and when he talked about his mother, he had to talk about the tunzi where he lived, and when he talked about Tunzi, he had to talk about the private school with the sun-shining wooden lattice window, and when it came to the private school, he had to talk about the old gentleman with a goatee, as well as the machine gun sound of the Japanese, and the valley town, as well as the three masters, the three mothers, the cousin, Zheng Liuhe Xuetang, the monk and Xiao Guozi, Tao Jinbao, and finally he talked about the peaches, the big grass, the big black ditch and the thin monkeys.

He kept talking, as if he wanted to pour out all the words he hadn't said in the past three years.

Sister Fu pulled the corner of the quilt with one hand, and slowly wrapped her other hand around Mi Bao's shoulder, rubbing, a few crystal tears rolled down her snow-white cheeks, dripping onto Mi Bao's scratched hand.

"Not going back?" Sister Fu licked the tears that flowed to her lips with the tip of her tongue and asked.

"I'm not going back." Mi Po's tone was firm.

Sister Fu sighed and said, "Silly brother, where are you going to find the immortals?" It's all a story of a mother coaxing her child to sleep, but you take it seriously, if you want me to say, you should still go back, at least you won't starve to death! ”

"No, I promised my mother, I must find it! When the time comes, I will take all the people from Valley Town to live and live a good life, and I will marry Peaches! Mi Bao became excited, lifted the quilt, and stood up, but when he said the last sentence, he lost his confidence and lowered his voice.

"Good!" Sister Fu also stood up, she may have been infected by Mi Bao, maybe she didn't want to wake up Mi Bao's beautiful dream, she said, "Then sister and you will look for it together!" ”

Mi Bao said, "Then did your mother promise you to go?" Aren't you going where you're going? ”

Sister Fu's smile fell, she lowered her eyes and said, "Actually, I don't know where I'm going." I really envy you, your mother protected you before she died. My mother is still alive and prosperous, so she doesn't want me. ”

"Why is that?" Mi Po asked, staring at a pair of big dark eyes.

The blackness of the night seemed to thicken, enveloped in humid air, striking from all directions. Sister Fu added a few thick dry sticks to the fire, and the firelight reflected her round face. She seemed to tell her story to Mi Po and to the fire.

"My home is in Sanlihe Village, a dozen miles away from here, and I have my father, my brother and I at home. The elder brother often went out hunting with the young people in the village and did not come back for ten days and half a month. My father and mother make tofu at home, and everyone in ten miles and eight towns praises my family's tofu well, and also says that my white face is eaten by my father's and mother's water tofu, so my family's tofu is not only loved by the elderly, but also by the eldest daughters and daughters-in-law of each family who are vying to buy it, and the business is particularly good.

Every day at dawn, my father and mother pushed the cart out to buy, I was at home to keep the stall, I remember that my father and mother were partial to me at that time, what delicious and delicious food was kept for me, every time I came back, I brought something, sometimes it was a sugar gourd, sometimes it was a flower card, my mother would also cut clothes and embroider, and I was dressed brighter than other girls, and I was not yet sixteen years old, and I could step through the threshold when I proposed relatives. Father and mother in these relatives in the choice of the village west of the pillar family, one comes, the mother feels that the pillar is a single seedling, the future after the door without a concubine comparison, the pillar mother is also kind-hearted, no one to give angry, two, the father feels that the pillar family has a few acres of land, and three big houses, the future will be hungry, not frozen. I also think that this pillar is my brother's hair, we grew up together, we know the roots, so we agreed to this family business, just wait for the New Year, choose a good day to marry.

However, before the Chinese New Year, the Japanese came. He rushed to the east side of the village to build a bridge and build a road, and when the bridge was erected and the road was paved, the two railroad tracks stretched farther along the bridge and the paved road. After a few days, the train came from the side of the village with white smoke and panting, and no one in the village had ever seen the train, and the train came every once in a while, and people ran to see the rarity, and slowly, they got used to it, and they stopped looking.

The Japanese also built a tall artillery tower at the head of the bridge, in which more than a dozen people with guns lived, going in and out, and the bayonets on the guns were clearly shaking.

Once, my father and mother went out to buy tofu and met the Japanese who came out of the turret, and they also liked the tofu made by my family, so they asked them to send it every day, but my father didn't want to go, and my mother said, people have guns, we can't afford to mess with them. So, my father and mother went.

When my brother came back and learned about this matter, he refused to let him go, saying that he was afraid that people would be the backbone of the Japanese and serve as a dog's leg, so his mother persuaded him to push him out of the back door, stuffed a shotgun into his arms, and hung a bag of dry food around his neck, and asked him to go to the pillar in the west of the village. As a result, it was late on the day, and before the sun had risen three poles and the tofu had not been delivered, the Japanese came to the door by themselves.

There were two Japanese men in yellow uniforms, one older and the other younger. The younger ones looked about the same age as the pillars, and spoke stumbling Chinese. I had just washed my hair when they came, and the wet hair wet the collar and the top half of my clothes, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to my body, but what made me even more uncomfortable was the eyes of the young Japanese soldier, staring at me, and I hurriedly hid in the back room. When my father pushed the cart and went out with them, I saw through the window that the Japanese man was walking out, and from time to time he looked back into the house, and said to the mother who sent him to the door, "Flower girl, it's very good."

My difficulty began at this time, the next day when my father and mother went out to deliver tofu, the young Japanese soldier came, he took out two round iron boxes from his pocket, and opened the lid of the iron box with a twist of the small key next to the box, and the pink fragrant meat came out, he said that this iron box is called canned, grinning and sending it to my face, I reached out to block it, he took the opportunity to grab my hand, his mouth came up and arched on my face and neck, and also ripped off my clothes, and pressed me under his body, I wanted to shout, But he gagged me with that foul mouth, and I couldn't breathe, and ruined me.

At this time, the fourth aunt next door came to buy tofu, and saw me naked and rubbed on the ground by the Japanese soldiers, so frightened that the porcelain basin slipped down from his hand, snapped and shattered, and before he had time to scream, he turned around and fled to the door.

When my father and mother returned, the Japanese soldiers were walking out the door with guns in one hand and unfastened pants in the other, collided with them, and went out without saying anything.

The news in the village spread quickly, and in the afternoon, Zhuzi's mother came to retire.

But this matter is far from over, the next day the Japanese soldiers came again, still brought a few boxes of canned things, Dad blocked the door and did not call in, the guy pointed a gun with a bayonet at Dad, and the mother desperately pulled Dad to another room and plugged in the door.

My own parents couldn't protect me, and I felt like the whole day was dark and collapsed.

My brother came back, and when he heard what his mother had said, he rushed out with a shotgun and wanted to fight the Japanese. This time it was my father who blocked it, he often walked outside selling tofu, and he had heard of the cruelty of the Japanese, he was afraid that his brother would cause trouble, bring disaster to a village, and also cut off the incense of our family.

The elder brother bit his lip and got blood marks, and as soon as he stomped his foot, he went to find the anti-union team that specializes in killing Japanese devils. Dad also went out with leather goods on his back, and he hasn't been back for a long time.