The mountain, still the mountain, is still there, never spoken, never wavered, the vicissitudes of life, the years are silent, as if some thoughts, deeply rooted in your bone marrow, how difficult it is to change.

For people, ugliness is the original sin, the uglier you are, the more people despise and alienate you, regardless of your surname, don't love good and evil, as long as you look ugly, people who see you will retreat, and no one will care about your good or bad.

They are afraid of you, so they slander you, say that you have committed three evils, that you are reincarnated as a ghost, that you are a father and mother, that you are possessed by demons, in short, they will weave all kinds of lies and reasons to fight you, no matter how you explain it, it is useless.

A child was born more than ten years ago, she carried all the hopes of the whole family, but since she was born was the beginning of the disaster, she was born stunted and had no legs, and she had a nickname called Half Child.

Yes, she is only half of it, a rumor spreads, last year the child's grandfather got sick and his family refused to treat him and let him die in the hospital bed, and now he is back, the child is his reincarnation, he is here for revenge, this child is a monster, and keeping her will sooner or later affect everyone.

People in the village kept gossiping, and there were people who persuaded the parents of the children to get rid of the children.

The child's grandmother thought of two solutions.

Suffocate the child by covering her with a basin on the ground.

Poisoned her with kerosene.

In the past, this is what rural people did when they gave birth to their daughters, and the child's grandmother had blood on her hands, and she could even do it for her.

But after all, it was a human life, and the mother couldn't bear it, so she secretly threw the child on the side of the deserted path.

The small bamboo basket is the child's home, she is wearing a big red cotton jacket, a white little face, big round eyes, she looks at the sky in a daze.

A little bird stopped on a branch and looked at the child, giggling happily.

The child was hungry, she wanted to eat, she cried instinctively, her voice was so small in the open wilderness.

An ant climbed into the bamboo basket, it waved its tentacles back and forth and quickly left, and soon the swarms of ants came, they smelled the smell of milk on the child's body, and in their eyes the child was a prey that could not move, a big meal.

Countless ants poured into the child's body, overwhelming, dense, they waved their big pliers and tore the child's delicate skin hard, the child cried again, she writhed with all her might.

But all this to no avail.

Ants crawled into the child's ears, nose, mouth.

The child's whole body was red and swollen, and she became a feast for ants.

A few crows also flew over and came to rest on the branches, wiping their sharp beaks and waiting for the child to breathe.

For them, the child is still alive, they can't take risks, they just need to wait quietly and the child will definitely turn into a corpse.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap, and the crows rose into the air in fright.

A drop of cold stuff fell on the child's face, and it was rain.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and the ants scattered in all directions, and the sound of the rain drowned out all sounds.

The child had never seen rain, and the only thing she could do was to keep crying with her eyes closed.

The rain crackled and crackled.

The whole world went dark.

The rain poured into the bamboo basket and soaked the child's clothes, she soaked in the water, she opened her small mouth and drank a few sips of rainwater, it was not milk, it was cold, and it smelled of mud.

It was dark, the rain stopped, the child fell asleep, and she was tired.

A snake climbed into the bamboo basket, spit out the letter and looked away, the prey was too big for it to swallow.

The rats run around the baskets, and the fruit that falls on the ground is far more attractive to them than to children.

It was a cold night.

The whole world fell silent, and the moon was like a mother's eyes, looking at the child, softly humming a lullaby.

Baby, sleep, sleep, fall asleep and forget everything.

At dawn the child was awakened by hunger again, and the ants returned, and they had already tasted human flesh, and they would not stop until they were clean.

Countless ants, large and small, red and black, waved their tentacles and surged into the child's body again like an army.

They struggled to tear off the flesh of their children and carry them to the nest, as if a group of humans were digging a mountain.

The child's voice was hoarse, consciousness began to blur, and she had not eaten for a day and a night.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, a kind face appeared in front of her, it was an old man wearing a hat and carrying a bamboo basket, he went into the mountains to pick mushrooms.

The old man drove away the ants and picked up the child, and found that the child's clothes were wet, so he quickly took off the child's wet clothes and hugged them tightly in his arms, and someone was holding the priceless treasure.

In this way, the child has a new home, the old man is a blacksmith, his wife died a few years ago, his child used to be a teacher, and later waded into the water to save the children who fell into the water while teaching.

The child is like a ray of sunshine illuminating the life of the old man, he turned out the rocker that his son had sat in before and re-polished and painted, it was the first time the child sat in the rocking car, she lay in it The old man shook gently, and the child smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Her eyes were like glass balls, and a loving smile appeared on the old man's face.

The child rolled his eyes and began to examine the new home, with the red stove, boiling hot iron, a huge hammer, a room full of iron tools, and several tall and large Buddha statues.

The sound of clanging iron is the most familiar and beautiful music in the child's memory, splashing sparks, red-hot iron, a kitchen knife, a statue, the old man will put the child on the side when he is working, look at it twice when he is tired, and pick it up and turn around when the child cries.

The people in the town are full of kindness to this child, some people send milk, some people send vegetables, and some people send small clothes that their children can't wear, everyone has a smile on their faces, they all like to pick up the child and pinch her smiling face, although the child has no legs, no one has ever looked down on her.

Knowing about the child, everyone sincerely admired the child's vitality, and said that she would be blessed if she didn't die.

The child has a brand new name, and her name is Lu Pujia.

Pu Jia is different from other children, she learned to use crutches when she was very young, learned to use a wheelchair, she studied in the primary school in the town, she was obsessed with casting, even if she was on crutches, her craft was better than the old man, she was more thoughtful, she was loved by everyone, she became the pride of the old man.

At the age of twelve, the old man left, the blacksmith shop was left to Pujia, everyone discussed sending Pujia to the welfare home but was rejected by Pujia, she resolutely carried her bags and walked into the distance, she vowed to be a foundry, and the disability of her legs could not stop her steps.

She has been to many places and met many masters, and everyone has sincere admiration for her.

Someone couldn't understand it, but she never cared.

On the Yongtong Bridge, she met Han Yue, who was preparing to commit suicide.

Han Yue stood on the bridge and looked at the rolling river hesitantly, he hoped that someone would persuade him.

However, Pu Jia just looked at him coldly, and it took a long time to say something that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Jump down, prove that you are a coward, and make everyone who looks down on you spurn you even more, and when the time comes, they will point to your grave and laugh at your incompetence, and you will become their after-dinner conversation, why don't you dare to live even if you are not afraid of death?"

Han Yue was several years older than Pu Jia, but they became the best of friends, and he became Pu Jia's legs.

In order to say goodbye to their past lives, they each gave a stage name.

Lin Que, Wu Lan, take righteousness rather than indiscriminately.

Rather lack than blind choice, the pursuit of perfection, the pursuit of the ultimate, they traveled all over the country, the wind and rain, the two complement each other, rely on each other, Wu Lan is beautiful, wise and talented, Lin Que is delicate and meticulous, so the two have gone through several spring and autumn together, until not long ago all this came to an abrupt end.