One. The snow is thick

Two. The snow is thick

Every year when winter comes, heavy snow begins to close the mountains, and the whole world is covered in silver; Grandpa Pipe always likes to take the children of the village at this time, in the ice and snow of this isolated world, up the mountain, under the cover, make traps, catch rabbits, and tell stories. Grandpa Pipe's interest and dedication to this matter have reached the point where it is not strange. No matter how heavy the wind and snow are, as long as you can go up the mountain, you will definitely take the children up the mountain at a set time to do this;

There will always be children, because of timidity, trembling, trembling and crying begging their parents, hoping that their parents can plead for mercy, and they can stay at home by themselves, eating and drinking around the warm stove and taking a nap;

They were really afraid to go to the mountains to catch rabbits, hungry, shallow and deep feet in the snow, panting for breath, bowing their heads and pursing their mouths;

They don't want to finish what they need to do quickly, they don't expect the rabbit to come in quickly, and they don't want to go home early, because they still love to listen to stories. What this group of children are looking forward to in their hearts is that after the beginning of autumn, the weather changes rapidly, the wind and snow come quickly, the blizzard that should fall, the cold wind that should blow, all of them are smashed down, gritted their teeth and carried it, it will be spring, and they will be completely free. When this number of freedoms accumulates more, they slowly grow up and are liberated, and even if winter comes, it has nothing to do with them.

I don't know it, when the children's earnest eyes look at their parents, but the parents don't pay attention to them at all. When the parents were still children, the winter was also taken away from their respective parents by Grandpa Pipe, and no one can understand this.

This year's snow came a few days later, and the snowflakes were much smaller than usual. The snow on the mountain is not as heavy as in previous years, but there are a lot more rabbits scurrying around the mountain. So, this is the first time I have traveled, and I have gained a lot.

When Grandpa Pipe took the children and kept collecting the loot this time, the children's screams and cheers became more and more. Children are like this, love is very free from the heart, one second I can't wait to break with Grandpa Pipe, complaining that this ice and snow world has no warmth, and the next second I carry a rabbit to worship Grandpa Pipe.

"Children, carry your booty, tie up the ropes, let's go down the mountain and go home, the stove!"

After cleaning up the battlefield, Grandpa Pipe took a few deep puffs of his pipe, got too addicted to smoking, slowly pulled his throat, and finally issued such an order to the children. When he was done, he turned his head and said to the dumb man:

"After a while, pour a sip of spirits into each of the children to warm up their bodies, refresh themselves, and strive to walk home."

The dumb man was a little bit dumb and motionless for a long time, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Grandpa Pipe's order.

Grandpa Pipe didn't show any unexpected look at the mute's reaction, but he didn't have much patience to explain. While helping the children tie up the ropes, he said to the mute for a year: "This place has been in a row for many years, and there has not been a snowstorm, and even more and more painless and itchy year after year, no one can tell what the reason is." Especially this year, the snowflakes are pitiful, which is contrary to common sense. I'm really afraid of the thief, I will smash the snow that I have saved for many years this year with a wave of my hand, and then give you this unlucky pimple, your useless mouth, I guess I won't even be able to make a sound in the future. ”

The dumb man listened to the whole body of a spirit, followed by a few whining and whining, but his feet did not relax at all, and the speed increased significantly.

It is human beings who have a greater or lesser fear of death, and mutes are no exception.

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The group returned along the same path up the hill and arrived at the village safely.

The villagers happily came out to greet the people who returned with a full load, and the little ones were full of a sense of accomplishment, and followed everyone to begin to distribute the harvest this time.

Grandpa Pipe carried his big pipe again, and snorted, and the prickling sound of the burning tobacco leaves mixed with the cold air, and was sucked in and spit out, which was very pleasant. The old cowhide boots on Grandpa Pipe's feet showed that they had been worn smooth and hard, and when his left and right feet touched each other, he could hear the sound of bangbang.

It hurts to kick people, it is loud to walk, and the old cowhide boots with a dark appearance are pulled from the feet of the pipe grandfather, and they are still on the side. The pair of fat old cotton socks hanging from Grandpa Pipe's feet were constantly steaming, and they smelled very good.

The villagers have long been accustomed to such an unrefined side, and they have turned a blind eye. After the assignment, it is time to prepare for each to go home. Grandpa Pipe put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and said to everyone present: "This winter, it always makes me restless, I always feel that something is going to happen, I don't know if it's accurate, but I still hope that everyone can take it seriously, and I hope we all survive this winter." It's okay, just hurry home. ”

After saying two hopes to the villagers in a row, before the villagers could speak, Grandpa Pipe had already put on his boots and walked towards his small yard with his hands behind his back.

It's right to be restless, a blizzard is coming.

The howling north wind, with a rare blizzard for many years, swept through the North Village.

On the third day after Grandpa Pipe told the villagers about those two hopes.

Du Laobu, who loves to raise pigeons at the head of the village, and his beloved pigeon, died at the head of the village, the first night of the snowstorm. The storm cleanly blew down the loft of Dulaob. Thinking about the pigeon, when he ran to strengthen the pigeon loft, he was broken by a cantilever. Du Laobu, who did not die on the spot, used his only strength to grab the pigeon that was also smashed next to his hand, and after a few breaths, his body no longer squirmed. At noon the next day, when it was found by the villagers, it had frozen into a hard human-shaped stone. There were no heirs, only his pigeons accompanied him in the past, and in the end it was the pigeons that accompanied him on the road.

The blizzard continued to rage, and the wails of the women and children of the entire North Village were carried out by the strong wind for a long distance before being blown into the house.

Everyone can feel it, but they can't hear it.

The temperature drops too fast, and the firewood covered with snow will not burn vigorously for a while, and can only keep burning smoke, emitting a pungent smell of smoke, but it cannot raise the temperature around it. In this way, Xiao Cao'er, who was still listening to the story of Grandpa Pipe a few days ago, watched her parents freeze to death in front of her. Xiao Cao'er was put by her parents in a large vat, which was covered with a thick quilt, and there was a stove around the vat. As long as the head is retracted, it will be able to hide from the wind, and as long as it is tightly curled up in this vat sheltered from the wind and snow, it will definitely last until dawn;

Xiao Cao'er lost her parents in this snowstorm and became the first orphan in this year's children's pile. Xiao Cao'er's parents didn't see Xiao Cao'er learn to write his official name, Cao Zheng, until he died. Little Cao'er, who loves to cry, didn't make any sound this time, he now wants to see Brother Qingfeng and ask Brother Qingfeng what he should do. In the past, when he encountered things that couldn't be done, he had to help Brother Qingfeng, so he felt that as long as Brother Qingfeng was there, he would not be afraid.

The blizzard ravaged the small village for half a decade and took more than half of the village's lives.

If you can get through it, you can see hope, and if you can't get through it, you can only leave sorrow.

Fortunately, nearly half of the villagers survived. also saved more people who almost didn't survive, Xiao Cao'er is the child who almost didn't survive, and the lucky one who was saved.

Those who remain, no matter how sad they are, can only grit their teeth and struggle hard to let life go on.

After the blizzard left, it was Grandpa Pipe who stood up and took the villagers to start cleaning up the aftermath. A hoe hoe throws away the frozen solid ground. From Du Laobu, who is still holding a pigeon in his hand at the head of the village, to Xiao Cao'er's parents, to the old bones who can't resist when they are old. They were buried on the other side of the hill in turn, and the last of the frozen and hard loess that had been melted by the bonfire was buried for them.

Xiao Cao'er followed his Qingfeng brother home, eating every day when he was hungry and sleeping when he was sleepy. In his world, he clearly knows that he has no parents, so he feels that he can't cry casually anymore, because crying can no longer be exchanged for delicious food cooked by his parents, that's all.

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"Brother Qingfeng, are we going to go to the mountains to catch rabbits? Can you stop going? The last time I caught a rabbit, it snowed heavily, and I didn't have any parents. So this time, can you beg Grandpa Pipe not to catch rabbits in the mountains. ”

"Brother Qingfeng, I fell asleep recently, and I always dreamed that I was stuffed into a vat wrapped in a quilt again, and I was scared, so I urinated on the bed."

Xiao Cao'er just grabbed his Qingfeng brother so firmly and caught the child king of their generation. His Qingfeng brother also grabbed Xiao Cao'er tightly, took him, and broke into the chessboard, the first move was made by others, and one step after another, and he should be cautious.

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The storm had been gone for a while, and the snow was still thick on all corners of the North Village. There is no intention of leaving, so that the sunshine in the village becomes an ornament.

Grandpa Pipe was still wearing his old cowhide boots, snorting his pipe. He was wondering when he would take the kids to the mountains again. The mute has been whining and whining, and seems not to approve of taking the children up the mountain again in the short term.

"I'm still going to take them up. Since these children will have to carry a choice in the near future, they should take them a few more times now, even if it is one more time! Although it is now Qingfeng, the child, who is the king of children, gathers them, but in the future, when it comes to making a choice, these children may not necessarily choose Qingfeng! Therefore, now take them out one more time, let Qingfeng take care of them one more time, and always be able to bury a love in the future, even if it can't take root, you can miss the old love. Grandpa Pipe, who had always been silent, kept talking to himself, chattering, but the mute on the side was surprisingly quiet.

"The snow is coming a little fast. If the pressure is too heavy, it depends on their creation. After spending so much effort and staying up for time to sew and mend for this, don't you hope that in the end, they can walk upright and naturally on the road they want to take, and the road they have walked is the way left for future generations? ”

After the chattering pipe grandpa finished speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and before lighting the tobacco leaves, he looked at the thick snow around him for a long time, and shook his head dumbly.