On September 9, the yang energy is rising, in a small town called Luoxian Town, in a dilapidated and shabby hut, a young man who is not covered is stuffing the dogwood picked up from the mountain in the early morning into a small bag sewn from rags, the teenager is not in a big grade, today is exactly twelve, the small palms are full of calluses, the age of twelve, the little hands of forty years old, on these hands, there are seven years of bitterness.

The boy's name is Lu Yangsheng, a native of the town, a twelve-year-old boy, his parents went into the mountains to collect medicine when the child was five years old, and when they went, when they came back, only their mother who had a broken arm and leg was carried back, and his father did not come back. The old man said that his mother was found at the bottom of the cliff, and her leg was broken, but her hand was bitten off by a fierce beast, and his father was most likely dragged away by a fierce beast. After the old people left, the child's mother woke up after three days of coma, but she was stupid and left after less than a year.

In order to treat the crazy mother, the child sold his ancestral property, except for the house where the mother and son slept, everything that could be sold was sold. It's a pity that I still couldn't keep my mother, and the last house was sold cheaply after my mother left in order to do things for my mother.

That year, the child was six years old. That year, there was an extra little beggar in the town who went around squieging for food, but never begged for food.

Lu Yangsheng stuffed the last dogwood in his hand into a small bag, and sewed it with a needle and thread, those rich people in the town are also sewing dogwood into the bag, Lu Yangsheng has seen it, but their small bag is very beautiful, the small bag cut from the best fabric, colorful and green, very good-looking, they call it a sachet, Lu Yangsheng can't afford the fabric, but it doesn't matter, there are broken linen at home, although it doesn't look good when sewn, it is also very big, just like a small sack, but it can also hold things. Looking at the small bag in his hand, Lu Yangsheng's face was filled with a happy smile, and his clean eyes were full of happiness.

Lu Yangsheng put the sewn bag on the table of the stone barrier in the house, the table was a large stone slab, which was carried into the house by the eight-year-old child with a half-big rabbit that he had finally caught, because the child heard that the deceased people in the family would put the deceased people's cards on the table in the house and worship them, and send some food to their relatives during the New Year's holidays, otherwise they would starve down and be unhappy. After hearing this, the child ran in the back mountain for two days, and finally he was full of injuries, and only knelt at the door of his neighbor's house with a half-sized rabbit, and asked the neighbor to find a good stone slab, so he built such a stone table in the house.

The stone table was very large, because the child was afraid that his parents would be uncomfortable lying on it, so he specially asked the neighbors to find a large stone slab, which was spotless, except for two small wooden tablets, and only the child's newly put dogwood bag was left.

"Dad, mother, when I went to Zhucui Street to help, I heard people there say that they want to send dogwood to their relatives to express their thoughts during the Double Ninth Festival, so I went to Houshan early today to pick dogwood, and I also sewed a small bag, did you see it?" The child had a smile on his face, and there seemed to be a mist in his eyes, but the mist flashed away, and the child's eyes were full of smiles. "Dad, my mother doesn't hurt, you can help my mother take the bag I sewed, my mother's hand is broken, and it's not convenient to walk, you take care of her." At this, the child lowered his head.

"I didn't take good care of my mother, she cried out that it hurt, I didn't have the money to get medicine, I was really useless at the time, and my strength was small and my age was 。。。。。。" Small voices mixed with small whimpering squeezed out of the child's mouth, like the last wail of a dying beast. The child's sadness didn't dare to last long, he rubbed his face with his hands, and raised his head to be the laughing teenager again.

The young man suddenly remembered something, hurriedly got up, took out two white-flour steamed buns from the grass nest beside him and placed them on the stone table, next to the small bag.

"Dad, mother, I'm doing well, you don't have to worry, look, I've eaten white flour steamed buns, but it's fragrant, you taste it, what do you want to eat below, tell me about my dream, I have money, I can buy you delicious food." As he spoke, the child took out a few copper plates from his arms and put them on the table, his tone full of confidence.

The child chattered in front of the tablet and nagged the parents in the short, yesterday I met a little rabbit in the medicine, but I didn't run it, otherwise I could give my father and mother meat today, and the rabbit meat is fragrant. The day before yesterday, I saw a pheasant on the mountain, and the tail was very beautiful。。。。。。

I don't know how long the child has been talking, it was already dark outside, and the child fell asleep on the table, muttering softly: "Dad, take care of my mother, she hurts." ”

"Mother, I'm grown up, don't worry about me, you have to eat more delicious food down there, remember that I'm your son early."

"Dad, mother, I'm not afraid of the dark."

Outside the house, the moon and stars were scarce, and the teenagers in the house shrunk into a ball, and the murmuring was muffled by the sound of autumn insects.

Today is September 9, today, the boy's birthday, today, the boy is exactly 12 years old.

"Dad, mother, I miss you so much."

The boy didn't sleep well, and I don't know who came to sleep.