"Mother, Ah Ning is not afraid."

She wiped her tears again, went up the hill behind the village, and then picked up the firewood on the ground, she couldn't do much, she was still too young, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even save her mother.

When the cow woman came back in the afternoon, she inexplicably found that there was a small bundle of firewood in front of her house.

"Who put this?" Niu Pozi picked up the firewood on the ground, it was very light, she took the firewood in, and didn't think too much, and thought that someone had forgotten it here, if someone wanted it, she would return it to others, but it was just a bundle of firewood, and she was not greedy for this small bundle of firewood.

When it came to the next day, she found that there was a small bundle of firewood at the door of her house, which would not be put here by anyone, this day or two, she could also forget it as if someone else had thrown it here, but it would be like this for several days, every day in front of her house, there would be a small bundle of firewood, not big, not too heavy.

She asked several families that no one knew, and some people made fun of him, saying that this firewood was sent to the door, and asked so much what to do, although it was said that the mountains were full of firewood, but it took time to pick it up, and there was that time, everyone was busy with the work in the field, don't look at these firewood is not very valuable, but if it is really used, it is not bought with silver.

If this thing is put on someone else's body, maybe others still have a feeling of luck, and they can pick up firewood at their door every day, but Niu Pozi is not that kind of person, she knows, there is no reason to help people, okay, this took other people's things, naturally she has to return them to others, and now she has taken other people's firewood, maybe what will happen in the future?

Besides, who is sick, put firewood in other people's homes every day. It's not a good thing to be courteous and courteous, and it's not a good thing to be a traitor or a thief, but you can't ask if you're biased, what's going on?

So on this day, Mrs. Niu didn't go to the field to be busy, she was waiting outside, looking at who sent firewood to their house, this was waiting for most of the day, and no one came, she couldn't help but feel a little sulky in her heart, could it be that her luck was really too bad, she was here today, but people didn't come.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the smallest figure coming from a distance, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back.

Is that......

Mrs. Niu rubbed her eyes, she was afraid that she would see it badly, but the figure was getting closer and closer, of course, this person Mrs. Niu also knew, who was the little girl who was not Shen Qingci?

I saw that it was a little little doll, thin like a small bone, but the little face was very white, and the clothes on the body were also patched, and I don't know if she made it up for herself, the patches were not good, a little crooked, and I could only barely block a few holes.

She carried a bundle of firewood on her small back, which seemed to be heavier than her small body, and when she reached the door of the cow woman, she put the firewood on her back at the door, which was to go back to the small broken house where she lived.

Mrs. Niu felt a pain in her heart, she mentioned the small bundle of firewood, almost all of them could be imagined, how the little child picked up the firewood with his own little hands, and how he carried these purple fires step by step and put them in front of her house.

She knows that this child is a stubborn child, and she is also a grateful child, and she is now using these firewood to repay her family's kindness.

But how can she burn this firewood?

Shen Qingci opened the broken door of his house, this place is very broken, and no one comes in, so it doesn't matter if the door is locked or not, of course, this is not a night that does not close the door, the road is not forgotten, but there is nothing here, just a broken quilt, an old table with a broken leg, and a woman that no one wants.

She walked into the kitchen, took out a gourd scoop, and then stepped on a small wooden pier, scooped some water from it and put it in her mouth to drink, she was small, did not have much strength, so she got up very early in the morning, when the people in the village did not wake up, she used this gourd scoop to scoop water into this water tank, there is not much water in the water tank, she will not boil hot water, she does not even have a sweet potato at home, so she drinks cold water, and then gnaws on the black bread.

She can eat one for three days, and the rich daughter-in-law will put one on the door outside in three days, she is not picky, she can eat anything, because she knows that she will not stay here for too long, she is here to accompany her mother, and then wait for her father.

Dad, she hasn't seen her dad for a long time, and she doesn't dare to think about what her dad looks like, because she's sorry for her dad, she doesn't have the face to miss her dad.

She hugged the bed of rags and cotton wool tightly, and she also smelled the smell on it, or the smell of her mother, she could smell it, she missed her mother, and she missed her father.

Her father is the best and best father in the world, although he doesn't like to laugh, but he likes to smile at her, although he is strict with everyone else, but he holds it in the palm of his hand and hurts.

Whenever she made a mistake, her father never blamed her, just smiled and touched the top of her head.

Ah Ning is not afraid, there is a father.

Yes, she has a father, so she can not be afraid of heaven and earth, because she has a father, her father is a general, she can run rampant in the capital, she can not recognize her brother, she is not a friend or sister, and her father will not blame her.

Because whether it is a father or a big brother or sister, they all know that she has suffered, she has no mother, and her mother is gone because of them.

She took her hands out of the quilt, so small, they were the hands of a four-year-old child, the fingertips were small and tender, pink, and now these little hands were covered with scars, these were all injuries she had suffered when she was collecting firewood.

However, only when she is injured can she feel that her hand is hurting, and her hand is in it.

Her hand was cut off by Lou Ziyin and the man, just because they asked her to hand over the Lou family's incense, but she didn't, so they cut off her hands.

And she has not seen her hands for a long time, nor has she used these hands, she put her little hands on her face, it is good to have hands, well, she rubbed her little hands with her face.

The wind outside blows the door frames and panes from time to time, as if to lift this broken house once, she doesn't want to go to other people's places, she just wants to stay here, because there is still the smell of Niang here, but, soon, even the smell of Niang is going to disappear, just like Niang, it has become Huang Gui, it has become a gust of wind, a grain of sand, and she can no longer accompany her.