(Cat pounce Chinese The cold north wind swept towards the earth with a knife-like sharpness, and the sky was cloudy as if it was about to fall.

In a dilapidated temple on the mountain north of Fangjia Village, in a pile of yellowed straw, three thinly dressed children shivered and curled up in a ball, relying on each other's body temperature to keep warm.

"Big sister...... It's cold. Fang Minghuai, who was only four years old, had a snow-white face, and cried weakly, the white gas came out of the blue mouth along the words, and the little child's face was no different from the white gas, and Fang Hanniang was sad for a while.

"Brother Huai'er, don't speak, the more you talk, the colder it gets." Six-year-old Fang Zhiniang shivered, holding on to the cold of scraping her bones, and persuaded her younger brother sensibly, but her trembling voice revealed the fact that this child was already cold.

Fang Hanniang's eyes couldn't stop being sour, the soles of her hands tightened, and she hugged her second sister and younger brother harder.

Rao, the nine-year-old Fang Hanniang, is just a core that has crossed over, and has nothing to do with these two little children, and she can't help but feel extremely sad at this moment, and wants to scold this thief!

What kind of sin has been created to make these children suffer like this!

A few moments ago, when she wore this ancient time and space that was not recorded in history, the two children were shivering in the cold wind while crying around her, and their voices were hoarse and trembling shouting, "Sister, don't leave us", Rao is a self-proclaimed hard-hearted woman, and she can't help but feel sour in her heart.

And when she digested the fragments of memory left by her predecessor who died of fever in her mind, and even understood their current situation, she was even more depressed and uncomfortable!

In short, the three of them were driven out of the house by their grandmother in this cold winter.

Such a cold day, such a small child! Dear grandma!

Fang Hanniang couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

Fang Han, who died in a car accident and crossed over, because of the current situation, resented the ruthlessness of those so-called relatives, pitied the weakness of the second sister and younger brother, and with an unwilling anger, he quickly substituted himself into the role of Fang Hanniang.

She thought very clearly, Fang Han was dead, and what she had to do now was to live a good life for Fang Hanniang!

But this- I can't even save my life!

Fang Hanniang only felt that her body was getting stiffer and stiffer, but she was unwilling to obey her orders, and quickly thought of a way, her eyes kept looking around to see if there was anything to protect her from the cold.

When her eyes swept over something dark yellow, her eyes lit up, and there it was!

Holding on to her frozen body, she walked quickly to the dilapidated shrine on the side, and reached out to tear off the jute cloth pressed under the base of the shrine.

Fang Minghuai is still young, and he doesn't have any belief in gods and Buddhas, he only knows that the eldest sister walked away, the cold wind poured in, and she was about to cry when she grinned. Fang Zhiniang was older, and she knew that she was in awe, so she was startled when she saw this.

However, before she could say anything, Fang Hanniang quickly swung the jute cloth vigorously, dusted off the ash as thick as a fingernail, and then draped it behind her back, stretched out her hand to wrap it, wrapped the second sister and younger brother in her arms, and hugged it tightly.

The countryside is extremely devout to the Buddha, although this temple has been ruined, but many years ago there was also a strong incense, the jute cloth spread under the shrine was also a very thick cloth, although coarse and old, but extremely resistant to dirt and cold, at this moment on the body, and the cold of the Fangcai, immediately a lot better.

Fang Minghuai let out an "ah" in surprise, it was a child in the end, and he was immediately happy.

Fang Zhiniang trembled a little, slurred her speech and almost bit her tongue: "Big sister? ……”

Fang Hanniang casually said something, and comforted in a low voice: "The Buddha has always been merciful, and he definitely doesn't want to see us frozen to death." Now it's just borrowing and worshipping, and when we get past this difficulty, we can just pay more filial piety to the Buddha at that time, and the Buddha will definitely not blame. ”

But in her heart, if there was no fire, and the ground was damp, and she couldn't start the fire, she would directly use the broken wood statue as firewood......

Hearing her sister say this, Fang Zhiniang, who didn't know what her sister was thinking, immediately calmed down, and her little body, which was much thinner than children of the same age, suddenly relaxed, and unconsciously adjusted her posture in her eldest sister's arms to make herself more comfortable.

The three siblings, wrapped in a bed of dirty and old jute cloth, used each other's body temperature to warm each other.

But how long can the children survive with this jute cloth, and they are not hardy of cold?

"Han Niang...... Shibasume...... Brother Huai! ”

The eager cry shook Fang Hanniang's spirit, and she saw a figure wearing indigo cotton clothes at the entrance of the temple running over excitedly while shouting their names.

It was a man who looked to be in his thirties, holding a large quilt and a bag of clothes in his hand, looking anxious, and seeing the three children trembling in a niche wrapped in a niche in the straw pile, all of them pale and obviously frozen, he was stunned for a moment, and then his sour distress spread.

He didn't have time to blame the "disrespectful" practice of a few children wrapping the niche cloth around his body, so he hurriedly wrapped the quilt around the three children, and said with sour eyes at the corners of his eyes: "It's the sixth uncle who is late, it's the sixth uncle who is late!" ”

The heavy quilt blocked the cold wind, and the long-lost warmth wrapped them, and a kind of joy of being in a desperate place came out of the bottom of her heart, making Fang Hanniang, a strong woman who was nine years old on the outside and nearly thirty years old on the inside, couldn't hold back her tears.

Who wants to die if they can live?

What's more, she also has poor younger siblings by her side, who are still so young.

"Sixth uncle, thank you......" Fang Hanniang choked up and thanked sincerely, "I thought the three of us sisters and brothers were going to die here." ”

From the memory fragments, it was learned that this was the cousin of the Fang family, the youngest son of the third grandfather's family, and he had always treated their three sisters and brothers well.

Fang Changqing listened to this little niece talk about life and death, and saw the other two smaller nieces and nephews looking at him with surprise on their faces, and his heart suddenly became sour. This farmer, who has always been stoic, couldn't help but turn his back and wipe a handful of tears with the back of his rough hand, then turned around, looked at the child's pale little face, and hurriedly untied the burden: "This is the old clothes of Ru Niang that your sixth aunt packed for you when the sixth uncle left home, you put them on first, and the uncle will take you home, go home." ”

As soon as they heard that they went home, the joy on Fang Zhiniang and Fang Minghuai's immature little faces seemed to freeze, and the two children subconsciously retreated with some horror: "No ......"

Seeing Fang Hanniang and Fang Changqing's hearts, they were extremely uncomfortable!

What a lot of torture has it taken to make such a young child, in this situation of freezing to death, still talk about the change of family color!

Fang Changqing couldn't hold back the discomfort in his heart, and hurriedly said: "It's that the sixth uncle didn't make it clear, don't go back to your grandmother's house, go to the sixth uncle's house." Your sixth aunt has cooked hot porridge for you at home, waiting for the sixth uncle to take you back. ”

Fang Zhiniang and Fang Minghuai's faces relaxed at this time, and they smiled again, and this twittered: "I think about the pimple porridge cooked by Aunt Six!" The chirp said, "Aunt Liu's fried white siad is also delicious!" ”

Fang Changqing couldn't help but smile: "It's all there!" ”

Fang Hanniang's face also showed the first sincere smile since the crossing.

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