The wheat field is about seven or eight miles away from Weiyang's home, and Weiyang's mother, Hu Huilan, has to walk for half an hour every time she is on the road.

If you have a bicycle, it will take you less than 10 minutes.

However, the Weiyang family is very difficult now, how can they have the money to buy a bicycle?

Weiyang's family is an authentic poor household in Weijia Village - almost all of Weiyang's money is used for Weiyang's medical treatment.

Weiyang's family is poor, just like his mother Hu Huilan once said, the poor jingle in this house can't even afford a lighter.

That was a few years ago, though, and life is much better now, but it's still a bit tight to buy a bike.

During the half-hour that Hu Huilan walked home, Weiyang tried to drink the rainwater in the bucket to quench her thirst.

Wei Yang first went to the firewood pile to find two thin sticks, carefully reached into the bucket, little by little, and took out the creepy beetle, and then quickly ran to the windowsill to remove his stainless steel bowl.

He wanted to scoop out a little water from a bowl, and then pursed his lips and drank it little by little.

Weiyang has always stuck his head directly into the bucket and 'hissed' and drank like a calf, of course, it was a lot of water in the bucket, and it looked clear with the eyes.

In a situation like this, he can only find a way.

When he scooped the water, he used a little force, because he felt that he was so thirsty that he could drink all the water in the bucket in one go. As a result, the scooped water is simply muddy.

Weiyang was a little puzzled, so he thought angrily, the water in the bucket obviously looks clear, why does it become muddy after scooping it into the bowl?

Although he knew that he had used too much force to muddy the mud and water underneath, he was thinking so in his heart and complaining.

The water in the bowl is not drinkable anyway.

So he poured the water into the bucket again, and he did not waste it as he usually did with the dirt on the ground. He knew that the water was like gold, and now it was more precious than anything else.

After a short while, the mud in the bucket sank to the bottom, and the clear water floated up again.

The sheep was overjoyed, so he couldn't wait to put the bowl in and scoop it.

This time he used just the right amount of force, but he only scooped up a mouthful or two of water. Although the water does not look very clear, Weiyang feels that he can barely drink it. So, I drank it in a hurry.

I drank a little violently, and I choked in my throat, and then, there was another urgent dry cough, and the tears of the cough rolled out.

Weiyang coughed for a while, although his voice was a little uncomfortable, as if he had choked on chili noodles, he still felt that he was very thirsty. And at this time, his tongue seemed to be stained with rust, and the taste was strange, and for a while it made him want to vomit with nausea.

Still, without saying a word, he put the bowl into the bucket again.

At this moment, Weiyang suddenly thought of something and turned his head suddenly.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was blown by the wind again. The two doors opened and closed, and one opened and one opened, and just like that, they moved from time to time.

For a moment, Weiyang almost cried with joy, he thought that his mother had returned, and now he could drink him to his heart's content.

Unexpectedly, when Weiyang hurriedly ran to the gate, the door happened to move again. He pulled the door open as hard as he could, and then, with his eyes pressed to the crack in the door, he looked hard for a long time, but there was not even a single figure.

That pesky three-ring lock was still firmly locked on the deadbolt.

Wei Yang stared at the three-ring lock for a long time. In the end, he wanted to cry aggrievedly, and he felt that his mother didn't love him anymore, no, not anymore, but simply didn't want him.

He thought aggrieved like this, and suddenly became worried, he was afraid that his mother had been captured by the bad guys, just like the bad guys he dreamed of in his dreams.

If my mother was really taken away by the bad guys, what would I do now?

Who will cook for me when I'm hungry? Who will boil me water to drink when I am thirsty? Who will sleep with me on a dark night? Who will protect me and take care of me......

Weiyang thought about it for a while, and then quickly turned back to the bucket, because he was too thirsty to think too much, and his mind was full of the word 'thirsty'.

Thirsty.

I'm thirsty.

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