Early in the morning, I got up and made breakfast for them.

An Luan gently opened the door of the hall, and the cold air immediately hit his nose, and An Luan's nose was not used to such a contrast, and was washed firmly.

The yard was foggy. An Luan walked over and walked into the thick fog without hesitation.

Anluan is brushed with cold water; An Luan always feels thrilled, because the frozen skin opens the flesh and the hands of the flesh, brushes the small pot and boils it specially, the oil, water and salt water of the stir-fry will sink into An Luan's meat, plus the cold water like ice, the hands of An Luan with the meat dripping with water are tortured very painful!

An Luan gritted his teeth tightly and painfully closed his eyes, slowly getting used to it.

After school, An Luan put down his schoolbag, picked up the basket and went out to work. Anluan had to get some food for the sheep to go to the field, because the sheep were already crying out with hunger.

An Luan felt that he had really changed, that he had become a little different, and An Luan began to try to please them.

For example, she will try her best to find a job to do, who doesn't like a child who can work?; For example, now she will answer questions according to their wishes, just like the uncle asked: "What should your mother do when you let you go back?" Will you go back? ”

"No, it won't." An Luan replied.

"Why? Tell me why? ”

"I don't go back because she didn't support me and I don't have feelings for me."

"Hahaha! You have become wiser, you can distinguish between right and wrong, and know who is good for you and bad for you. Uncle said.

"Luanluan, have you heard a word? There is no nurturing parent. You know? Auntie said.

An Luan pretended to be annoyed and replied, "I know." Hum! She just gave birth to me and did not raise me. When the time comes, let me go home, I won't come back. ”

"Hahahaha!" They burst into a laugh.

And An Luan is secretly disgusted with them.

An Luan came to the field with a big basket and cut mung bean seedlings for the sheep to eat.

Anluan always felt that the Southland was a strange place, because she always heard the wailing of cows and the crying of babies.

Anluan stood in the field again, and she heard the shrill moo, and the frightening wah-wah, again.

An Luan held the sickle tightly and quickly cut the mung bean seedlings.

There were thorns on the mung bean seedlings, and they made An Luan's legs itch and hurt, but An Luan could take care of them, and she felt very frightened—you think that under the darkening sky, there were echoes of the wailing of cows, and the cries of babies, and they kept wailing and crying one after another. It's terrifying.

How scared, on the side behind An Luan, there were wails and cries one after another, and when she looked up in front of her, she could see the grave of Grandpa Xiaoqiang, and there was a brand new brick next to Grandpa Xiaoqiang's grave.

An Luan stared at the bricks next to the grave with his eyes open, and his mind involuntarily recalled what his aunt said. She was stunned for a short moment, and then felt terrible, her hair standing on end with fear and sweating out.

An Luan lowered her head and cut the mung bean seedlings, trying to focus on the work at hand.

An Luan tried not to look, tried to ignore the grave of Xiaoqiang's grandfather, who was only three meters away from her, An Luan tried to ignore the terrible cow's wail, the baby's cry...... An Luan tried not to think about it and let himself focus on the work in front of him.

An Luan swallowed his saliva in fear, and even the saliva was terrifyingly cold.

I don't know how long An Luan finally filled this big basket with mung bean seedlings, she slowly raised her stiff neck, her eyes looked ahead in a panic, the dark front, there was no one in the vast field, only she was a child standing in this open field.