The woman is telling a story, but it is not a story, but a real tragedy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Female horse, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." Shouting loudly, the child lay in the woman's arms, stretched out his little head, looked at the big bowl on the ground with greed, and took the time to stuff his delicate fingers in his mouth and suck it crackling.

"Didn't you just eat it, and you're hungry again, it's really ignorant." The woman tightened the child in her arms, trying not to look at the large bowl on the floor.

When you're hungry, you're hungry for everything, especially food or utensils for it, and the more you think about it, the hungrier you get.

"No, no, I'm hungry." The child cried and fussed, and his reluctant expectations were not met, twisting like a loach in the woman's arms.

"You kid, you're really disobedient." The woman slapped the child's ass a few times in annoyance, trying to deter it, but unexpectedly caused the child to cry even more.

Ye Que didn't make a sound, and stood quietly aside, just watching.

After comforting and deterring for a long time, the child was bluffed, and the child was still sobbing in his arms.

"I'm sorry to let you see the joke." The woman turned her head and raised her face, full of embarrassment.

Ye Que shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care. But he didn't understand why the child was crying so much just for a little food.

If it is the comfort of the night shortage, maybe the child's neck will be broken, it will not be deliberate, but so inadvertent.

The woman lowered her head and gently brushed her hand over the child's head, as if talking to herself, and as if softly saying, "Everyone's day is not as good as day by day, and those who have the ability or relatives have already moved away." Staying here now is really a day to earn a day, his father left early, nothing left, I also want to learn young people to go out to work, but there is still an elderly person with limited mobility to take care of at home, there is really no way. I'm not afraid of your jokes, since a long time, our family hasn't had a full meal. ”

This statement is a bit surprising, no matter what, it is impossible not to even eat. has a house and land, and guards the foundation of how to build, it is impossible to encounter such a bleak encounter.

"I used to be able to feed my family just by farming, and I even had a surplus. But now, it is so badly polluted, I can't survive planting anything, I originally wanted to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, occasionally go to the mountains to get some game or something, and sell it in the county, but now, where are there mountains, even if there are, it would be good to dig up some dead branches. ”

As if complaining, the woman's lowered head faintly sobbed, "I have no relatives, I can't get out, I also admit it, in this environment, I am only worried about the child, if I am not there one day, what will he do。。。。。。 ”

Ye Que didn't make a sound, but his face was not good, and it was as cloudy as a shadow in the night.

wiped a handful of tears that were about to fall, stood up with the sleeping child in his arms, and showed a smile, "You see that you are patronizing and talking, you haven't eaten yet, let's go, go to my aunt's house to eat." ”

Ye Que shook his head and refused, after all, the other party's conditions are limited, and if he intervenes again, it may make the other party's situation even worse.

Seeing Ye Que's shaking of her head, the woman's heart was a little uncomfortable, "I know you... ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Que pointing to the photo he was holding, and suddenly came to his senses and nodded, "Okay, I'll settle him down for a long time and take you there." After speaking, he didn't stop, and left quickly with the child in his arms.

Ye Que looked at the distant figure and didn't look back for a long time, and the moment he left just now, Ye Que quietly stuffed all the cash on his body into the woman's pocket.

Relying on this woman, although a small part of her memory has been retrieved, it is not always true, but no matter what, you can help if you can, not to mention that in her narrative, the relationship is so intimate, and you can help, maybe there is only so little, if it is open, maybe the other party may not necessarily accept it.

A small hill, not far from the village, with many small mounds of earth standing on it. This is the so-called cemetery in the village, and whenever someone in the village dies, they will be buried here. Unlike cities, cremation does not have hard and fast rules for rural areas, and rural people still practice burial, like a tradition, and wait for a long time for a long time.

Obviously, the hill has been polluted, the original lush trees are only bare branches, and there is not even a single weed on the ground.

There were many protruding burial mounds, and many more had collapsed, revealing the decaying coffin. Small tombstones are scattered everywhere, and it is almost impossible to find a complete purpose.

Originally, I always believed in the feng shui treasures to be chosen, but when it was difficult to maintain even life, who still had the heart to care about those. Respect is respect, but the only condition is that it can only be so, and how can it be.

The hill that can be seen as far as the eye can see, surrounded by large and small graves, is not like a designated burial site in the village, but more like a mass grave. If no one takes care of it, no matter how clean and tidy a place is, it will become unsightly.

Recently, there has been a sharp increase in the number of graves, and many of the villagers who have been left behind, more or less, have begun to suffer from some strange diseases, and they have no conditions to go to the hospital, so they can only slowly boil at home, trying to get some earthwork to restrain themselves, but this almost bare mountain and this bare land, as soon as they go down, there is nothing but dry and cracked soil and ash.

If you want to rob the tomb, hehe, don't be kidding, there are no royal relatives here, and there are no rich eunuchs. What else do you expect from a slightly better coffin?

Led by the woman, they came to two small mounds close to each other. The distance from entering the cemetery to this place is not far, but there is no way to distinguish the grave without a tombstone, and if it is not for a familiar person, the possibility of identifying the wrong grave will be greatly increased.

"Here it is." The woman whispered a word and quietly stepped aside, her expression a little low, and her eyes a little dim.

Ye Que stood in front of the two small mounds in a daze, looking at it quietly, without any words or movements, like a wood carving, making people feel his life.

The wind was whining, the overcast sky felt like rain was about to fall at any moment, and the nights here were a little cold, so cold that it could be extremely lonely and lonely.

The woman has already left, and it is the night that asks for it. Originally, the woman wanted to accompany her, but she still needed someone to take care of her at home, and the tough attitude of the night shortage made the woman a little unacceptable, so she could only reluctantly agree.

"Thank you." As she left, the woman's body turned around without even turning her head, and her voice was so small that it was almost blown away by the wind.

No matter how small the voice is, it is clearly heard by the night. It seems that the woman must have found the abnormality in her pocket when she got home, although it is not much, it is good to be able to help a small amount.

Ye Ying nodded, and still floated out a fluttering word: "I'll do my best." ”

Do your best, do your best? No one would understand, but the woman understood, answered heavily, and left。。。。。

For a long, long time, Ye Que stood in front of the two mounds without any movement. The rain poured down, like someone's crying, and it covered the whole land.

Letting the rain hit him, Ye Que didn't dodge or leave. The rain slid down his face like weeping tears, leaving marks and dripping on the ground, not splashing a single flower...

For a day and a night, the rain had been pouring down in the sky, and the night had stood motionless, and had occupied a day and a night in a daze, without any movement, without even moving his steps, and the blinking of his eyes was greatly reduced, and it was a long, long time before he could vaguely see the rise and fall of his chest, which was breathing.

The sun finally crept out, the rain stopped, and the air was still filled with a faint smell that made people feel weird, without the clarity after the rain, like the desolation after the disaster, which made people feel extremely miserable.

Opening his closed eyes, Ye Que twisted his neck and began to move his somewhat stiff body, standing motionless in front of the grave for a day and a night, without any food or drink, and without any rest. I still feel good at night, and my body doesn't have any adverse reactions.

In addition to the stiffness of his body, there was also the wet clothes clinging to his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable, because such a condition greatly affected his movements.

Letting the morning breeze blow towards him with a very low temperature, Ye Que can drive away all the chill with just a slight movement, which is very different from the body of other normal people.

Ye Que has long felt his own difference, from the weirdness at the beginning to the forced acceptance, and now he seems to have become accustomed to it. Such a body is not a good thing for him, it saves many ordinary people of the burden, but this mind is more flexible than before, but it is more reluctant to think.

He bent down slightly, stretched out his hands, grabbed two handfuls of dirt from the ground, crumpled them, and gently sprinkled them on the two graves.

There were no words, and the expression on his face remained calm.

From the beginning to the present, I don't even have time to calm down.

After one more look, he turned his head, turned around, and walked straight away.

There is no turning back, and there is no need to look back.

The deceased is gone, even if the heavens are turned over now, the deceased will not be resurrected, and the important thing now is the living.

Ye Qian's pace is very resolute and resolute, without the slightest hesitation, even if there is a sudden fury of the morning wind, it can't delay Ye Qian's moving body. Whether it is a deliberate remembrance, or a sad retention, Ye Que has buried all the past he already knows in his heart, and he doesn't mention or miss it, but he knows in his heart that this is still a love.

Perhaps, this is the first and last time I have been here, and I don't have the slightest memory of the past, is it really good to forget?