In the dim interior, you can see the walls made of yellow mud and the fragile black and blue tiles on the eaves.

On a simple plank, there lay a very thin little girl, with yellow skin and a thin face, a tightly closed face, and her little pale lips without a trace of blood.

The yellow hair and the thin skin and bones of the body all indicate that the woman is in a state of extreme malnutrition.

"Water, water."

The girl's eyes were still closed, but her little pale mouth, which was so dry and wrinkled, opened and closed that she was calling for water, and her voice was so weak.

If the woman hadn't been close enough, she wouldn't have been able to hear it.

The woman was dressed in a coarse linen dress that had been washed to the point of fading, and she was equally thin, with a yellow face and thin muscles, but she did not appear weak.

It must have been exercised by doing rough work a lot.

If you ignore the few fine lines that can't be smoothed out at the corners of her eyes, the woman is still young, although she is thin, but she can also see from her appearance at the moment that she was a young lady who was always in good shape.

Although the woman was dressed simply, her washed body was white, which shows that the woman loved cleanliness.

Judging from the facial features alone, it is not beautiful, but the delicate and stubborn temperament that is exuded all over the body, under a closer look, it has a unique charm.

The woman's anxious expression was slightly relaxed when she saw that the girl was showing signs of waking up.

Hurriedly walked over to a table that was still working with a limp and poured a glass of water, but the bowl was also incomplete and missing a small mouthful.

A stone was placed under the lame leg so that the small table would not tilt.

It's just that it's still a little crooked.,Whenever you use it.,It's not always smooth.,But it's okay to make do with it.。

The water in the woman's hand was brought from the river, and there was a cliff and waterfall at the other end of the river, and a spring of water remained in the place.

The river water is cool and sweet, which not only gives birth to the people of the whole village, but also raises fish and shrimp.

Although the river is clear, there are small fish.

The fish in the river are delicious and tender, and it is the pleasure of eating for the villagers.

Occasionally, he jumped out of the water mischievously, attracting children's laughter.

Whether it is steamed or boiled in soup, it is very nourishing and fragrant.

The fragrant and delicious breath spreads and winds, lingering around the nose, and if you sprinkle a little verdant green onion, it is even more unblinkable and lingering.

Smelling its fragrance makes people feel refreshed; When you taste the meat, you will have an endless aftertaste.

It is also the favorite appetizer of the men in the village.

The woman hurriedly brought the water to the girl, held the bowl in one hand, and put the other hand under the girl's neck and gently lifted the girl up in the crook of her arm.

Carefully put the bowl to the girl's lips and feed it slowly.

The girl is like a fish lacking water, and the moment her dry lips touch the water, she grunts and drinks the water, leaving no drop behind.

Occasionally, when the exposed water hung on the corners of her mouth, the woman would lift her sleeve and gently wipe it clean.

A bowl of cool and refreshing tea was drunk by the girl like this.

The pale lips are no longer so dry and wrinkled, as if they are moisturized, slowly plumping and bright red.

At the end of the day, the little girl drank a lot of water, but she still didn't wake up, but fortunately, her heartbeat became more and more stable and peaceful, not as weak and slow as before, and her vital signs should be fine.

The woman stayed by the girl's side all the time, and occasionally she was so sleepy that she would lie down next to her for a while.

As the sun goes down, the pink sunset spreads wantonly, and Asan on the east side is verdant and green.

It is embedded in a piece that complements the red glow, like a natural canvas, but the scenery inside is moving.

The village chief's native dog was wagging its tail at the door, biting its bones and walking around loosely, quite showing off.

A boy and a girl were walking on a mountain path with a basket on their backs, and the path was so narrow that only one person could pass through, and the two children came one after the other.

On both sides of the trail there are jagged grasses, soft but not weak wild chrysanthemums, and some budding flower bones, but the flower bones grow on the trees next to the path.

Compared with the wild chrysanthemum and wild grass on the ground, the posture is higher, but it has no appearance, and its rhyme is not as stubborn as the wild chrysanthemum and wild grass.

The two children are estimated to be young, one is an older brother and the other is a younger sister, one is about nine years old and the other is about four years old.

The same dressed in burlap clothes, covered with patches on the front and back, one in the east and one in the west.

It's just that the thread is flat, which shows that the person who repairs the clothes is delicate and attentive enough.

The two walked to the door, leaned their backpacks against the wall, and walked into the house together.

"Ah mother, we're back, is my sister awake?"

The boy shouted to the woman who was standing by the bed, and looked at his sister who was lying on the bed with worried eyes.

The girl is so worried.

"I haven't woken up yet, but it's much better than the previous two days, and I can drink water."

The woman said worriedly, a little tired. Raised his hand and gently rubbed the side of his temple, closing his eyes slightly.

"Mother, don't worry, my sister will wake up, I'll go cook, and I'll accompany A-Niang to take care of my sister, okay?"

The boy's name is An Yi, and he is An Xi's brother who is lying on the bed, and at this time he turned his head sideways to look at An Yi, who was only under his armpit.

"Okay, brother, don't worry, I can take care of my aunt and sister."

An Jiao nodded sensibly at her brother and said, her voice was so sweet and soft, and the two balls on her head looked cute.

comfortably petted his sister's little head, and then walked to the small kitchen at the edge of the courtyard.

Xiao Anjiao walked up to the woman, grabbed the woman's hand with her little hand, shook it, and comforted her.

"Ah mother, don't worry, my sister will definitely wake up, we have to believe my sister."

The woman smiled with relief and brushed the broken hair from her daughter's forehead behind her ear.

"Huan is really sensible, Ah Niang is the same as Jiao Jiao, I believe that Xiaoxi will wake up."

The woman's surname is Mo, and she is the daughter of a Xiucai in Mojia Village next door.

So the woman did not go to school, but she could read and write.

The woman's father-in-law is the second son of a family in Anjia Village, also known as An Erlang.

An Erlang is honest and diligent, and although his skin is tanned, it is not difficult to see his good-looking facial features.

The two conceived three sons together, An Yi, An Xi, and An Jiao.

An Erlang was bitten on the lower leg by a poisonous snake when he went down to the field one day three years ago, and unfortunately died, leaving four Mo's orphans and widows behind.

An Erlang's death brought a huge blow to the four Mo's mother and son.

And Mo's father-in-law and mother-in-law took advantage of the fire to rob, which made matters worse.

After An Erlang's death, he disliked them as a burden, dragged the An family back, and decisively separated the family.

Originally, there were only a few acres of land that were not divided, and there was not much left after the division.

It's just that orphans and widows are inevitably bullied, and they are only given two acres of dry land, a jujube tree, a tiled house, and a few gaps in pots and bowls.

The village chief still couldn't look at it, so the old man An and his wife gave an extra laying hen to Mo's mother and son.

The two old men were afraid that Mo's mother and son would be involved, so they asked An Dalang and An Sanyang to cut some wood to separate Mo's from their house.

People say that the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of meat, and the tiger poison does not eat children, how can the two of them come out of it?

The four Mo's mothers and sons, who were forced to split up, could only stand on their own, ploughing the two acres of dry land, feeding an old hen that laid eggs, and planting some vegetables in their own yard, as well as the wood cut up the mountain from time to time to make a living.

Two acres of dry land minus taxes is not much, plus there are only four Mo's mother and son, the strength of women and children is much weaker than that of men, and this yield is not as much as that of other families.

It's just that life is like this, and you can only live hard.

Eggs have always been hoarded and wood cut from the mountains and taken to the town to sell some copper coins to supplement the necessities of life.

The vegetables in the yard also have to be eaten sparingly to last longer.

Fortunately, there are people in the village who are willing to help, and Wu's sister-in-law's family next door gives some radish and cucumber in the vegetable field from time to time.

The house is surrounded by walls, and even the door is dilapidated and crumbling, not to mention the others?

lost his father at a young age, so that the three brothers and sisters who were still young seemed to have grown up overnight, and they were surprisingly sensible.

He often spends his days at the foot of Asan in search of wild vegetables.

It's just one day, I was also looking for a hiding place for wild vegetables at the foot of Mount A, because the road section was uneven, Anxi didn't step on the air and rolled down the slope all the way.

Because his little head hit a big rock when he rolled down, Anxi fell unconscious.

The only money is not enough to even hire a doctor, but Mo Shi also scattered all his family wealth to find a doctor.

It's just that the money is just enough to pay for the consultation, and the bodhisattva's heartfelt doctor couldn't bear it, so he prescribed a few pairs of medicines to Anxi, which was regarded as a good deed.

Mo Shi couldn't help it, day and night in front of her daughter with tears in her eyes, praying that the Bodhisattva Niangniang would bless her Xi'er with a spirit in the sky.

Fortunately, prayer is useful, Anxi's breathing has normalized, and his body functions are gradually recovering, but the Anxi who woke up is no longer the original Anxi.

Mo and Wan Wan guarded Anxi, and An Yi was methodically tinkering in the small kitchen.

Because I couldn't afford oil, there was no oil, just a little bit of coarse salt.

An Yi took out some of the shiitake mushrooms from the back basket, scooped up clean water to clean them, and then cut the shiitake mushrooms into small pieces and put them on a clean slightly mutilated plate.

When the pot was hot, An Yi poured the mushrooms on the plate into the pot, stir-fried for a while, sprinkled with a little coarse salt, and didn't dare to sprinkle too much, after all, salt is also very expensive.

After stir-frying for a while, I saw that the mushrooms were fragrant and the hue was cooked, so I poured the mushrooms into the plate.

There was also a raging fire burning under the other pot, and white porridge was boiling in the pot, which was actually a large pot of water with so many rice grains.

It's really not that you don't want to put more, but that there is not much rice left in the barrel that contains rice, so you have to save it.

An Yi picked up another bowl, put some of the mushrooms on the plate into the bowl and put them away, and then walked into the main room with a plate of hot mushrooms and put it on the table.

Put down the mushrooms and turn around and walk into the kitchen, An Jiao followed closely behind.

Seeing that An Yi had three bowls of white porridge as thin as water, An Yi wanted to carefully take out the bowl full of porridge water, but was blocked by An Yi's hand.

An Yi doted and said, "Obedient, go and sit on the small table, brother come, this porridge has just been cooked, it is very hot." ”

"Brother, but I want to help you," An Jiao said with watery eyes.

"Then it's okay to help my brother get three pairs of chopsticks," said comfortably and gently.

"Good"

Moved out the mushroom white porridge, and comfortably sandwiched a piece of shiitake mushrooms into Mo's and An Jiao's bowls.

"Mother, eat more, I left a bowl of shiitake mushrooms in Xixi."

An Yi, who scooped up the porridge, walked in at some point, helped Mohs to sit down at the table, and put a few pieces of shiitake mushrooms on Moh's bowl.

Although the porridge is very thin and thin, drinking a few more bowls can still cushion the stomach.

At the end of the meal, there is not a single mushroom left on the plate, and there are still two or three bowls of white porridge left in the pot.

Another two hours had passed, and night had already fallen, and a bright full moon had risen above the blue sky.

Candles were lit in every household, and some people gathered in groups to enjoy the shade, shaking the bamboo fan in their hands, and talking about the shortcomings of their parents.

The women were in a circle of their own, the men were the same, and some of the young children were playing the game of "chase me, I hide" and "I hide".

Occasionally, some dogs are also very lively, barking together, or two or three dogs mingling, and they are happy.

It's just that these bustles are theirs, and they have nothing to do with An Yi, and the three people who finished eating sat up around An Xi as a few days ago, looking at An Xi very worriedly, thinking that she would wake up soon.

Anxi has been in a coma for two days and two nights, and she has been able to drink some porridge water in these two days.

To be honest, the three of them were really afraid that she would go like this, and they didn't shed tears in private, but she had to be strong in front of the children.

An Jiao was still young and didn't notice it, but she didn't know how to be delicate and comfortable, she just pretended not to know, but she was looking forward to An Xi waking up soon.

At this time, looking at my sister who was in a coma, I was worried about my comfort, and suddenly the desire for myself to grow up quickly became deeper and stronger.

"Ahem......"

A weak voice sounded, and the three Mo people gathered around the bed stood up excitedly.

Mo hurriedly lifted An Xi's body and patted him on the back a little, and An Xi finally felt that he was breathing more easily.

"Xixi, my mother is here, Xixi, wake up, my mother is here, my mother has been there."

Mo shouted anxiously and excitedly.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered before she opened her misty eyes with a puzzled look.

"Where is this?" An Xi thought very suspiciously.

Seeing that everything in sight was so unfamiliar, my heart became even more uneasy, "This, this." ”

An Xi sat up and looked around with a frightened face, the more unfamiliar she was, the more frightened she became, and she seemed to understand something in her fear.

She, which is crossed......

"How could it be, how could it be, how could this kind of bloody plot in a novel happen to me."

An Xi stared in disbelief, his heart was extremely disturbed, he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"What's wrong, Xixi, what's wrong with you?"

Mo's heart, which was originally a little excited, was a little colder.

"Xixi can't break his head, how good is this."

If you want to cry without tears, no matter how strong An Xi's ability to bear it is, it will be difficult to stand up to such a fact.

So the originally weak body fainted again, frightening the Mo family.

"Creek, Creek"

"Sister, sister"

"Sister, sister"

The three of them shook An Xi's body desperately, and kept calling out to her.

The witty Comfort stretched out his little finger and put it under her nose to test her breath.

I found that An Xi's breath gradually stabilized and strengthened, and I guessed that because my physique was too weak, it dragged on for two days, and I fainted due to lack of physical strength.

"Mother, don't shake it, let's let her rest for a while."

"I just found that my sister's breathing is slow, strong and steady, it should be that she is physically exhausted, and she has not eaten and drunk much in the past two days, so she fainted."

"My Xixi, my mother is distressed."

Mohs stopped shaking, but he couldn't stop the tears from crackling and falling.

"Mother"

"Mother is fine, we are waiting until Xixi wakes up."

Moh's rough fingers silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

It was the tears of grief left behind by a mother watching her child suffer.