"What's wrong?" Cheng Lian frowned.

"Look at Xiaohu." Cheng Xinghu didn't explain, grabbed his hair irritably, and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Cheng Lan and Cheng Lian turned their gazes to Xiaohu: It's nothing? Still muffled and didn't speak, hiding in the arms of the eldest aunt.

"Sister, let go of your hand and let them see." Jiang Zixing's voice choked.

The eldest aunt hesitated for a moment, her face was full of sadness, but after all, she let go of her hand, and her two hands full of cracks covered her face, crying like a child, so hard, but there was no sound.

Cheng Lan and Cheng Lian stared at this little tiger who they had a very weak impression of, and couldn't help but gasp.

Is this ・・・・・・ still the same kindergarten child?

Xiaohu's timid eyes stared at his two beautiful aunts: But, why did his eyes begin to turn yellow, like a drooping old man?

His face was already full of wrinkles and vicissitudes, even older than his mother-in-law's face: Is this still a seven-year-old child?

Not only wrinkles, Xiaohu's face is also full of age spots.

If that's the case, it's not too bad.

What's really bad is: in Xiaohu, I can't feel the vitality of the child. Like an old man who has no tomorrow, life has begun to count.

Cheng Lan's eyes moistened, and she tried her best to smile at this cowardly child: "Come, Xiaohu, come to Auntie." She opened her arms and just wanted to hold the poor child well.

Xiaohu looked back at his mother-in-law, and then, he saw his mother-in-law nodding at him, hesitating, staggering, swaying, and slowly walking in front of Cheng Lan.

Cheng Lian couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry: Isn't a seven-year-old child the age when she should be alive? Even if you don't jump that much, at least, you should walk very briskly! How could it be・・・・・・ how could it be?

On Xiaohu, what Cheng Lan saw was the sunset with only a red light left: maybe in the next second, it would disappear.

Suddenly hugged Xiaohu, Cheng Lan hugged him tightly, crying so much that she couldn't cry.

"My poor boy, poor little tiger." Except for these two sentences, Cheng Lan really didn't know what to say.

Actually, Xiaohu is really a poor child. His cowardice was not without reason. It's just that on weekdays, these reasons were erased by the Cheng sisters, intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiaohu's father is a son-in-law, so Xiaohu has always followed his mother's surname.

However, when Xiaohu was two or three years old, his father, fed up with this kind of days of being pointed at behind his back, left on a thunderstorm night, and has not been heard from since.

Xiaohu's mother couldn't stand the blow, and soon went into a bit of a nervous disorder, and it didn't take long for her to end her life with a rope.

Therefore, since childhood, Xiaohu has been dependent on his mother-in-law. It can be said that Xiaohu is her life!

However, it is no wonder that such parents have been bullied since childhood.

No adult can understand the fragility of a child's heart, and their small heart is not strong enough to withstand the hurt of rumors.

Don't talk about children, even if they are adults who are crawling in society, and their hearts are strong enough, how many people are there?

Therefore, Xiaohu, who was still a little lively, became more and more silent.

And his weakness, which led to the children who bullied him, also increased.

It's a vicious circle.

Perhaps, many people don't know much about rural areas.

In rural areas, children are free-range, and adults don't care.

Of course, if you have a large family, then your children will not be bullied.

However, Xiaohu only has one mother-in-law, and his father-in-law also died early, and his mother-in-law is just busy with farmland, but she can't be busy.

In the countryside, there is no big family to support it, and it is normal to be bullied.

For a long time, everyone didn't care too much, and always thought: It will be good when Xiaohu grows up and learns knowledge.

However, now it seems that Xiaohu, does he still have a chance to grow up?

Looking at Xiaohu's small body, Cheng Lan's heart was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Xiaohu, it's not good to be an aunt, I didn't take good care of Xiaohu." ”

Looking at Cheng Lan's constant tears but still trying to smile at herself, Xiaohu's heart was full of happiness: Perhaps, this is what it feels like someone cares.

Xiaohu used his old and age-spotted right hand to help Cheng Lan wipe her tears: "Auntie don't cry, Xiaohu is good." ”

Cheng Lan had so many tears that she couldn't see Xiaohu's appearance clearly. However, she forced herself to laugh and smiled hard at Xiaohu: "Xiaohu is good, what do you want to eat, aunt buy." Auntie takes Xiaohu out to play, okay? ”

Xiaohu shook his head, and with two little hands, two little hands that were already old before they had time to grow up, helped Cheng Lan wipe her tears: "Xiaohu is going to die, don't waste money." If you have money, give it to your mother-in-law. Mother-in-law is bitter, a person with a little tiger, a villager, bullying. ”

The soft children's voices have not had time to fade, and they are already old with the twilight.

Cheng Lan hugged the well-behaved little tiger into her arms: "Little Tiger is so well-behaved, grandma is right, Little Tiger is so well-behaved." In the past, my aunt didn't know Xiaohu and had too little contact with Xiaohu. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ・・・・・・"

However, 11,000 sorry can't regain the lost time.

Cheng Lian's heart was full of anger, she stood up and stared at her father fiercely: "What did the doctor say?" ”

Cheng Xinghu sat on his earthy yellow sofa, drank red wine one after another, and directly grabbed the bottle and drank: "The doctor said that I haven't seen it, but the signs of Xiaohu's life are disappearing rapidly." ”

Cheng Lian sat down hard with a "bang" and slammed the sofa hard: she wanted to shout loudly, but she couldn't say anything.

Xiaohu's small hand patted Cheng Lan's back, and the old voice was still smiling cowardly, but it was very calm: "Aunt don't cry, Xiaohu is an ominous child." The little tiger leaves early, and the mother-in-law will be happy. ”

Cheng Lan suddenly straightened Xiaohu's body and looked at him, her voice was full of anger: "Which one said this?" ”

Xiaohu blinked his dim eyes, and his face was already dull: "Everyone in the village says so. Dad is gone, mom commits suicide, mother-in-law is working so hard, Xiaohu is an ominous child. ”

The eldest aunt cried even louder, and she slapped herself fiercely: "Old man, I'm useless, you left early, I'm the only one left, I'm busy with things in the field every day, Xiaohu was scolded like this, I don't even know!" ・・・・・・”

Jiang Zixing hurriedly ran to her sister's side, grabbed her hands, and cried into tears.

Cheng Xinghu slammed the half-drunk red wine on the ground: there was a blanket underneath, so the bottle was not broken, but the red wine was spilled.

Cheng Lian walked to Xiaohu's side in a few big strides, wanting to pull Xiaohu over, but she was afraid of hurting Xiaohu's fragile body; I wanted to say something, but I couldn't get a word out of my mouth.

Cheng Lan gently held Xiaohu in her arms, hugged his small body with her left hand, patted her right hand gently, her body was also shaking slightly, and sang a ballad: "Baby sleep, sleep quickly, it's dark and windy outside." Sleep, sleep, mom sings a lullaby. ”

Xiaohu looked at Cheng Lan in a daze, and suddenly spoke, his voice was so soft that it made people feel distressed: "Auntie, can you be my mother?" ”

Cheng Lan smiled, and tears hit Xiaohu's face one by one: "Good Xiaohu, aunt and aunt, it was originally your mother!" ”

Xiaohu smiled: This is the first time Cheng Lan has seen Xiaohu smile.

It's a pity that his face is already old.

"Little tiger, rest for a while, you're tired." Cheng Lan's voice, so gentle and gently, tightly surrounded the little tiger who had been restless.

Everyone was silent, and the sound of slow, even breathing came out.

"I'll carry him into my room and sleep, you don't have to make any noise." Cheng Lan's voice was as light as a gust of wind.

She hugged Xiaohu, got up slowly, step by step, and walked steadily towards her room.

In fact, Cheng Lan has always had very little strength, and she has to help her sister to open a bottle cap.

However, now, holding Xiaohu in her twenties, her every step is so smooth.

The others stopped talking, looking at the backs of Cheng Lan and Xiaohu until they disappeared from view.

Cheng Lan gently put Xiaohu on her bed, gently covered him with the quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the child quietly.

Is that you?

Don't even let the children go?

If you really did it, then I don't need to keep you!

Don't push me!