Xiao Young came back after a while. After feeding a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, the young man's face softened.

When asked what the child's surname was, the boy just looked at everyone in a daze, and said nothing.

"This baby isn't a dumb person. The big one said.

Tan Lao and the young man looked at each other for a long time. "Son, where are you from?"

The child shook his head.

"Do you remember your name?"

The child continued to shake his head.

"I guess it's a frozen brain. The old man said.

Elder Tan then asked, "Then is there anything else you remember?"

The child glanced at the heavy snow outside the shed. "Snow, a lot of snow. ”

Tan Lao shook his head. "Looks like I don't remember anything. ”

"Hey, old ghost. I'm not really going to adopt. ”

Tan Lao glared. "Otherwise. Wait until you starve?"

The old man said: "Everyone knows about the situation in your family. You can't afford to raise it yourself, and you still pull a push oil bottle? ”

"Daddy, I've got it. It is not uncommon for a person to die in this world. If you really want to save this child, sell him, and work for a big family, you can still live? "Big one.

The old pestle was there for a long time. The child looked at him and did not speak, his eyes full of horror.

"Maybe it's God's arrangement. Tan Lao muttered a few words, and said to the young man: "Child, you call me grandpa, let's even if it is fate, live with me in the future, although you can't eat, but you can't starve to death, are you willing?" ”

The child looked at Tan Lao in a daze, and after a while, he called out faintly: "Grandpa." ”

Snow was still falling outside the shack, but the people who came and went here changed one after another. The appearance of the boy was like a piece of snow in the snow, falling into the ground and disappearing.

When the boy was brought home, Tan Lao's wife was going crazy. The old woman pointed to Tan Lao's nose and scolded, scolded for half an hour, and lost her strength, so she ran to do needlework by herself.

There are not too many decorations in Tan's hometown, most of them are ordinary people's things, and it can be seen that they are all old, and they should be broken and rotten. The boy looked around, a little distracted, not knowing how to react.

Tan Lao's little granddaughter ran out, hugged Tan Lao's thighs, and looked at this strange teenager with a pair of big eyes.

Tan Lao touched his little granddaughter's head dotingly, and said, "Bao'er, call my brother." ”

Bao'er looked at Tan Lao and called out in a milky voice: "Brother." ”

The boy stood stunned and smiled.

Bao'er hid behind Tan Lao and was pulled over by Tan Lao.

"Stand still. Tan Lao looked at the pair of golden boys and girls, and said solemnly, "In the future, you will be called brother and sister, you are the elder brother, you are the younger sister, you have to help each other, you can't let the other party be bullied, understand?"

The two children nodded ignorantly.

"What's my brother's name?" asked Bao'er, vividly.

Tan Lao scratched his head, he had never studied in his life, which really stumped him.

When he was in the shack, Tan Lao checked the young man's clothes. The inner lining of the young man's rotten shirt was embroidered with the word "Wuyang", at first Tan Lao thought that this was the name of the child's own family, and then thought that maybe it was a place name. This dress doesn't fit well, it's a bit like the clothes worn by a soldier, after all, after years of fighting, wandering outside, only a dead man's clothes are not allowed.

But the child must have a name, Tan Lao thought about it, and finally seemed to make up his mind, and said: "Alas, I met you in winter, let's call him Donglang." ”

"Donglang? Well, Brother Donglang. Bao'er called out affectionately and smiled sweetly, "Bao'er is so happy, Bao'er has a brother." ”

Bao'er took Donglang's hand and circled around the not spacious room. The boy danced with the girl's gestures, and the restraint and strangeness faded away, and the laughter of the two echoed in the humble hut, as if the snow had never appeared.

Four years have passed.

Bao'er has become a beautiful girl. Although the clothes she wore were sewn and mended, it did not prevent her from being outstanding. She treats people warmly, and almost everyone in ten miles and towns is familiar with this well-behaved and sweet-mouthed girl.

And Donglang is also old and dancing elephants, although he is still thin, but he is willing to endure hardships, willing to work, and has helped the family a lot. Tan's hometown's livelihood is getting better day by day.

The only fly in the ointment is that Donglang still doesn't like to talk very much, and after a long time, the big guy has become his temperament. In everyone's eyes, this young man is silent, but honest and honest, and it is not bad to marry a virtuous wife and live a small life in the future.

After Tan Lao's wife left, Donglang took over from her and continued to work in the city Li Yuanwai's house, although Donglang looked thin, but the matter of chopping wood and carrying water was never ambiguous, Bao'er helped to make some needlework and thread, and supplemented the family.

When they reached school age, the siblings could not afford to study because their family was poor. Coincidentally, Li Yuanwai had a good impression of the family, saying that the children in the family were studying, and the teacher who taught also knew him, so he might as well take advantage of the time to go as an auditor, and it would not be in the way.

Poor Donglang was born slightly cold, and on the first day of school, he was chased and scolded by several gentlemen, and he didn't fight back, allowing his fists and feet to be added to his body.

Who knew that he was bumped into by Xiao Bao'er, his brother was bullied, and the anger came up, a little girl's family, rushed up and gave those boys a hammer, so scared that these bastard boys never dared to bully Donglang again, saying that he had a little pepper in his house, and it would be fried at one point.

Bao'er looked at her brother covered in mud, hugged him and cried, and when she returned home, she picked up the moonlight by herself, sewed holes in his clothes, and pierced several needle holes in her hands.

Although the poor family has gone through ups and downs over the years, they have finally survived. Life is still passable like it is now, even if it bumps and bumps, it still continues to turn, day and night, silently.

This year, winter came very early, and it was the winter of this year that the fate of the family was completely changed.