The gaze looking out in the cold door should have been there many years ago. The evening sky in Uifang Village[1] is different from other places. A large pile of clouds, black, red, blue, purple colors are mixed with each other, hidden or visible, thick or light, ups and downs, jagged, like mountains, like beasts, like gods, like fairies, like monstrous currents, with the blue sky as the background, constitute a colorful impressionist oil painting painted by a certain master; It was like a huge, burning brazier, piles of firewood and coal, emitting the last heat of despair after the fire. The hot head[2] probes its head far away, high up, in the chaotic and complex clouds, and wants to come out and fall among the tall poplar trees, making people feel as if there is something else on its mind.

What is in the depths of this day, in the inner layer of the clouds? What else is beyond the heavens, beyond the heavens?

The four children sat beside a high pile of hay, tossing aside the books they had been reading for a long time, first pinching the core of the straw to pluck out their ears or pick their teeth, and then squinting at the unpredictable day as it was approaching dusk. After the corn and grass were exposed to the autumn tiger, more body odor was slowly released, and several children were a little unbearable. The two boys stood up and pulled out the straw close to the ground, and the smell of soju filled the air. Soon, a large group of rice soup insects crawled out of the damp straw, some as big as thumbs, some as small as rice grains, like straw sandals that had drowned in rice soup. Their peaceful lives are disrupted, they panic, and their numerous, dense feet are dancing in a panic and bumping around. The two girls screamed in fright. The smaller one, named Feng Chunyu, stood up and ran. The older one is called Feng Tianxiang. Feng Tianxiang ran two steps, stood again, turned around, crossed his waist and scolded:

Feng Weicong, Feng Tianjun, the little foot pole is itchy! Look at how I'm going to clean you up! The two boys laughed wickedly, and they were so lonely that they had to find something to vent to be comfortable.

A gray mist with the sound of the wind swooped down from among the poplar trees, and when it fell to the ground, it was clear that it was a flock of sparrows. Sparrows chirped and jumped around, pecking at the insects all over the ground like a torrential rain. After a while, the rice soup worms were eaten completely. Then they fluttered up to the top of the haystack, looking left and right, chirping. Feng Tianjun picked up a piece of soil and threw it, and the sparrow was frightened, and instantly took off into the air and disappeared into the depths of the poplar forests that crisscrossed it.

Feng Tianxiang raised his head, crossed his waist, pouted, and scolded viciously at the sky: Bad sparrow! Come to a sticky end!

Feng Chunyu said, sister, what's wrong with you? Feng Tianxiang cried and pointed to his shoulder, you see, the sparrow poop is on my clothes!

Feng Chunyu hurriedly grabbed a handful of grain grass and carefully wiped the finch droppings on Feng Tianxiang's clothes. Feng Tianjun laughed on the side, fortunately I hid quickly, or it would have fallen on me! You're gloating! Feng Tianxiang said, you are not there!

The eldest boy is called Feng Weicong, who is relatively much more sensible, in order to divert everyone's attention, he patted the dust off Feng Tianjun's back, and said, let's repair the sky, fix the sky, and this kind of mildew will not fall on us.

Okay, good! A few of the children shouted happily, and then began to play the game called Xiutian. They drew a large space shaped like a tofu block in the open space of the courtyard, and then drew a large rice character on it, and decided the order of cultivating the heavens by guessing the box. The rules of the game are that the person whose turn is to land on the ground with one foot and stand on tiptoe with the other, jump and kick a broken tile in front of him, enter from this end of the lattice and come out from that end. If the tile is out of the grid, jumping out of the grid or busy the line, it is considered to lose, and it is considered to win if it comes out of the grid smoothly. After playing for a while, the two boys stopped playing, because they did not have the dexterity of the girls' legs and feet, and they only lost and did not win.

The two boys ran to the other side of the yard. There were some stone hewn sockets, large and thick, clumsy, half buried deep in the earth, and the rods made of thick chestnut trees were raised high. The two boys stood up, stepping on it, trying to hold it down, and chanting: The rod is heavy, and it is a good man; The nest is round, and the white rice is good for the New Year......

Feng Tianxiang said, what kind of hunger scripture do you still read! Feng Weicong said that when the adults in the village stepped on the stool, they all read it like this! Feng Chunyu said, you step on the air, you will be struck by thunder!

Feng Tianjun said, then you can go to the house and bring a tuft of grain, let's eat some and have a good meal.

Feng Tianxiang said, don't dream like that if you are greedy, let your mother go to the street and sell it early in the morning!

Feng Tianjun is in a hurry, sell it? Why are they all sold? Feng Tianxiang said, isn't it for us to pay tuition for studying! As soon as these words came out, several people suddenly fell silent, and one by one seemed to have their mouths stuffed with hemp walnuts [3].

The two girls held hands, turned and left. Feng Tianjun said to the boy who was a little older than him, Feng Weicong, why don't you speak? It's your daughter-in-law, and you can't bear to say it? Feeling distressed?

Feng Weicong said, I am older than you and more disciplined than you. I've all known about being shy. Feng Tianjun touched his empty stomach and said, open the sky, look at the door, the sky is full of moon and half a star. In the middle of the night, I heard a man biting a dog, and grabbed the dog and hit a stone. The stone bit my hand. Lonely ghosts and ghosts are all over the world......

The two girls stood and turned. Feng Tianxiang said, chewing what teeth and bones, resentment [4]! We're cooking, you go to the river and bring the cow back, and don't forget to give it water." Today's artemisia vegetables mixed with bud grain rice, but you have to add lard! If you want to swell your neck, hurry up and go home!

In these years, rice is definitely not eaten, and it is good to be able to eat artemisia vegetable noodles. The artemisia vegetable noodles are too rough, and there is a large bitter taste, stumbling on the tongue, if you really add lard, there will definitely be less obstacles in the mouth, and the taste will be turned over.

Feng Tianjun couldn't help licking his lips and said, Is it because any of you has a small tail [5] today, or is there something good in the family?

The children all shook their heads, they didn't know that tonight, sadness was hidden in the shadows, and their dreams had turned a corner in the chaff.

Inside the black wooden door, the withered yellow oil lamp, like a slowly rolling soybean, illuminates a range not much larger than a dustpan for picking beans. The six members of the Feng family had eaten the artemisia vegetables mixed with oil, and they were confined in this light shadow, deciding an extraordinary thing. These six people are Feng Jinggu, Aunt Feng, Feng Tianxiang, Feng Chunyu, Feng Weicong, and Feng Tianjun. Whether it is Feng Jinggu, who is a father, Feng Tianjun, the youngest son, or Feng Chunyu, Feng Weicong's unmarried daughter-in-law, their expressions are so solemn.

Feng Jinggu's face was dark and wrinkled, his hair was messy like withered grass, and he looked like he was in his forties, but in fact he was only thirty-six years old. Under the smoke of the old leaves that burst out of the smoke pot, his eyes occasionally turned, his neck occasionally turned, his lips occasionally moved, but his face was as hard as the dead bark of an aspen tree, and there was no expression. Step by step through a number of jerky days, the natal year, just the year, he led the family, pulling the poor family's heavy ox cart, spent day by day in the land, did not necessarily return home after dark, but got up hard before dawn.

Every day and the sun wrestle[6], but they don't know who loses and who wins. Aunt Feng often described the life of the family in this way.

Feng Tianjun tore off a page of the discarded homework book according to his father's request, divided it into four equal pieces, and handed it to his father. Dad took one off, lit it on an oil lamp, and threw it in the fire, and the flames burst up in an instant, and the note turned to ashes. Dad turned his back and put the two grains of rice and the one grain of chaff that had been stripped of rice in these three pieces of paper and made lots. Take off the greasy and black felt hat, turn it over, open it to the sky, put it on the small wooden table, put the three lots in it, hold it up and shake it, put it down again, shake it again, shake it again, put it down again.

The world inside the felt hat is unknown. Feng Tianjun blinked and said, Dad, there is still one left. Feng Jinggu didn't speak. Aunt Feng said, just three.

Feng Tianxiang's eyes paused on everyone's heads and said, We are four people. Aunt Feng said, your father and I have discussed, Feng Chunyu must read it, so there is no need to worry about it. Feng Tianjun pouted. Feng Chunyu hurriedly stood up and said, uncle, aunt, I won't read it, I will go to the field with you to earn money for them, I can feed two pigs a year, accumulate a stable, and make a grain ...... Feng Jinggu's smoke pot was extinguished twice. He knocked the smoke pot twice on the fire pit, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, stretched out his foot to rub it off, and said, cough!

Aunt Feng stretched out her sleeves, wiped her eyes, and said, baby, the family is poor, and your father really has no way to do this. Reading is important, and survival is even more important. At present, there is no grain in the fields, the rice urns at home are empty, there is not even a handful of bacon on the wooden beams, and the credit union owes a large amount of debt. Wan Lizhi came to collect debts today, and at the same time specially said that the Confucian saints in the Confucian Temple at the head of the village want to paint gold, and each family has to pay according to the capitation, and we can't take out a penny, which is a big deal, but we can't do anything. Think of your father, and think of me.

Feng Jinggu glanced at Aunt Feng, poured the cigarette pot over, the cigarette butt fell, he pinned the cigarette pot into his belt, straightened up and said, Flick.

The wick sounded twice, and two clusters of yellow and yellow lamps grew, Aunt Feng was overjoyed, thinking that it was a good thing, so she took off a sewing needle from the hair on the head of the pan, and lit the oil lamp, not wanting to use too much force, the lamp was turned off at once. The whole room immediately disappeared into darkness.

Feng Chunyu puffed up his cheeks, blew two mouthfuls into the fire, lifted the firewood burning in the fire, and carefully lit the oil lamp.

It's still dark, dial the highlights, dial the highlights! Feng Tianjun shouted. Feng Tianxiang spat him and said, I want to go to the city! There's an electric light in town! The kerosene bottles at home are empty! I don't think about adults! Feng Jinggu said, "Huh!

Feng Tianjun was in a hurry, he rubbed his hands and said, let me come first. As he spoke, he put his hand into his felt hat. Dad slapped him open and snorted.

Aunt Feng said, the cow's ears come out first or the horns come out first? From largest to smallest, in order! Then I'll come, Feng Weicong said to himself. He stretched out his hand, hesitated, and then retracted it, and said, Dad, I am the boss, I am an adult, an adult, you see, my arms are so thick, and I am not small...... What can't I do? I'll come back and help you and get them to read.

Dad had a sad face, didn't look at him, and didn't say anything.

Feng Weicong had no choice but to stretch out his hand again, reaching into his father's felt hat, he closed his eyes, picked up one, his hand trembled violently, the small paper ball seemed to be heavier than a bundle of grain. The second to cast lots was Feng Tianxiang. Before, Feng Tianxiang sneaked to the table, knelt in front of the tablet of the Heaven and Earth Monarch, closed his eyes and silently recited something. When she prayed secretly, everyone's attention was on her father's felt hat, and no one paid attention to her.

Feng Tianxiang reached out and took one. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she put her hand behind her back in the darkness behind, picked open the paper ball, and when she touched it, her hand trembled.

She fumbled to throw the contents away, got up, and walked to the corner of the house where the chaff was piled up.

Feng Jinggu glanced at her and replied! Feng Tianxiang hurriedly sat down.

The third is Feng Tianjun. Feng Tianjun was about to cry, his face was ugly. He pouted and said, "I'm not going to do it, let's see what they do first, and if one of them is chaff, I'll be able to read."

Feng Jinggu said with a calm face, "Huh!

Feng Tianjun muttered to himself, I'm taking off my pants and farting, one more hand and foot. He reached out and picked up the last lot.

Feng Chunyu was anxious, stood up and said, Uncle, you also let me cast lots! Feng Jinggu shook his head. Feng Chunyu pouted and said, you don't treat me as your own...... Aunt Feng scolded her and said, "Silly girl, you are more biological than our own...... What are you doing, you must read it, otherwise we will be worthy of your father. This is patently unfair. Two teardrops burst out of his eyes, and Feng Chunyu buried his head in the dark and sobbed a few times.

Feng Weicong pinched the paper ball in his hand and said, look at me. He opened it, and inside was a grain of rice.

Feng Weicong's face was happy, I can read...... However, one of the two of you can't read, no, no. Father......

Feng Jinggu's face tightened, and he still didn't say a word. Aunt Feng said, let's go next! Feng Tianxiang didn't move, and the whole family looked at her.

Feng Tianjun squeezed his eyes and said, Sister, it's not good, yours is chaff. Feng Tianxiang said, what I picked up was originally chaff.

Aunt Feng said, you open it and look at it. Feng Tianxiang didn't move. Feng Jinggu said, open!

Feng Tianxiang reluctantly opened it, but the paper ball was empty. The family was stunned, Feng Jinggu pointed his gaze at Feng Tianjun, and Feng Tianjun had to open the paper bag obediently. The paper bag is chaff. Feng Tianjun cried all of a sudden: Woo, I can't read a book! I can't read anymore! Feng Tianxiang said, take the wrong one, take the wrong one, mine is the chaff.

Feng Jinggu said, life! Aunt Feng rubbed her eyes and said, babies, this is God's will, don't blame yourself, don't blame your parents...... Feng Tianxiang, you can't hide it from us, your thoughts, mom understands.

Huangfang Village is a small village in the boundless Wumeng Mountains, although there are more than 50 miles away from the county seat of Jiuzhou, slightly remote, surrounded by mountains, the traffic is tortuous, but it embraces thousands of acres of fertile land. The soil layer is at least tens of thousands of years of accumulation, black and shiny, black and stinky, a hoe down, only to listen to the sound of "z", a lump of black mud will rise, pick it up casually, break it open to see, it is full of rotten roots and leaves of plants, wet, soft, soft, loose. The people in the village boast of the land and seeds, not to mention what it can produce, not to say how many bags a bud can be carried, how many ears can grow in a single plant of millet, and how many grains can be in a pod of beans, but only to say: Picking up a stone can also squeeze out four taels of oil! The stone can also squeeze out oil, which shows the good power of the earth. Do you think the crops will not grow? Because of the mountainous terrain, the sunshine hours are also long, and there is often cold wind at the mountain pass, between one cold and one hot, the quality of crops is good, especially rice. In autumn, the fragrance of rice flowers has just dissipated, and new rice is on the market. Every household is full of grain, the grain is used to scoop off the shell with a stone rod, the beige is not white, it is oily, moist, a little translucent, and those who know how to say that it is the color of jade. Put it in a casserole and cook it, and as soon as the lid is removed, the fragrance will hit people's hearts. When I opened my eyes, the rice grains were actually standing upright, and there was a thick layer of fat floating on the skin surface - it was rice oil! Eat rice from Huangfang Village, don't hurt the vegetables, just roast a few chili peppers, cook a bowl of freshwater cabbage, and you can eat to your heart's content. As early as the Qing Dynasty, this rice was used as tribute rice, and the county yamen included all the rice here, and it was not allowed to be taken out. Then there is the fact that there are fewer people and more land, that is, there was a famine all over the country in the 14th year of the Republic of China, and many people died, and no one in this place was starved to death.

Because there are many valleys, the valleys have to be shelled, and there are many stone nests here, and almost every family has a big nest. In the production team, several large rooms are specially prepared, dozens of large nests, made of bluestone, strong and thick, one word is opened, and most of them are stuffed in the soil. The largest nest in the village can be filled with 100 catties of grain at a time, and the pole is made of a thick chestnut tree, which is heavy and solid, and it takes more than ten strong men to step on it and raise it. If there are women and children participating, at least fifteen or sixteen people must participate. What a momentum! This kind of rice is generally not until the end of the year, the production team is on holiday, and the farmers prepare the dried grain, cast lots, arrange the numbers, and follow the order before they can start.

The people of the house were deeply proud of this. Every time I go to other places, someone asks, saying, I, I live in Jiefang Village! The speaker looked proud, and the listener looked respectful. The girls in the village of Jiefang do not marry outside, but if they want to marry, they will marry in the city, at least in the suburbs. The son of the village does not worry about marrying a daughter-in-law, and the male child of the family is less than fifteen or sixteen years old, and people from other villages come to the door with a good question, saying, give your son-in-law a daughter-in-law? There are almost no single people in the village of Liufang, but their mouths are a little slanted, their eyes are a little narrow, and they are a little small, and they don't worry about getting married. But now, food and clothing have just been solved, and things as worrying as food and clothing have come out. The eldest child of the Feng family graduated from junior high school and is preparing to enter high school. To study in high school, you have to leave the village and go to the county seat to study in a complete middle school. When you study abroad, you need tuition, travel expenses, bed expenses, and food expenses...... The cost has risen too much at once, and the family is too poor. But at this juncture, Feng Jinggu's father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away one after another. Invite Mr. Taoist priest to make paper fires, buy cigarettes, alcohol and firecrackers, hold pig and sheep sacrifices, choose graves and mountains, and cook meals for relatives and friends who carry the funeral...... This rule of the village is not missing at all. Rural people can save money for anything, giving birth to a baby, getting married, celebrating a birthday, but not the death of the elderly. If one item is missing, it will be regarded as unfilial piety, and it will be pointed at the nose and spitted and scolded. If there are many brothers and sisters in other families, they can spread it out and make a share, and each person can solve the problem. Feng Jinggu can't do it, there is only one Aunt Feng under the knees of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, what is coming, he can only take it alone, it is the turtle that falls on the stone slab - hard against hard. Feng Jinggu had no choice, so he borrowed money from his neighbors in the village, borrowed it from his hometown in Houshan, borrowed it from the credit cooperative, and owed debts everywhere, and finally got rid of the funeral. After the funeral, the family was already shaky and poor. It's a bad idea, but under special circumstances, a bad idea will come out quietly. Alas, it's really a short man riding a big horse, and it's a dilemma up and down!

The lot was proposed by Aunt Feng. Earlier, Feng Jinggu resolutely disagreed, because he had knelt in front of the spirit tablets of his father-in-law's ancestors and swore that even if he smashed the pot and sold iron, he would give up the personal appearance of this group of children. But when he smashed the pot and sold the iron and couldn't get back a few dollars, when he wanted to sell blood but couldn't find a place to sell it, he realized how weak and useless the curses he gambled and the oaths he made back then. Aunt Feng knelt in front of her parents' grave and begged the new deceased to forgive Feng Jinggu, he couldn't be blamed for this, what he did for their family had long exceeded the duty of a son-in-law who had fallen into the door. The weight he bears far exceeds his ability.

Feng Jinggu sighed, reluctantly agreed.

The lot was cast, and the results came out, but this thing is not the end, but the beginning. The rooster had crowed too much, and the family was lying in their own beds, unable to sleep. The rooster's hoarse crow was a little thrilling, and the night owl crowed twice under the eaves and flew away. Something fell on the poplar tree with a thud. Feng Jinggu wondered if it would be a star, or a dead bird on the tree.

One sound and one movement, in this night, like a knife in the heart. Feng Jinggu got up in his clothes, added grass to the cows, and then sat on the threshold of the stable, and smoked a cigarette.

Occasionally, a gust of wind came, and on both sides of the door, the mourning couplets written on the yellow table paper rattled. As the head of the family, Feng Jinggu really has no choice, and it is his incompetence that the family has lived like this. This year, before the eighth month of the old calendar, a cold snap swooped down from the black mountain pass behind the village, slapping the entire dam. In those days, people were shivering with cold, not to mention the various plants that were growing luxuriantly. The artemisia grass that is growing tender and sharp is all bent over, and the ears of grain that are blooming suddenly turn black, and when it comes to the white dew season, the ears of grain are all rushing, without grouting, without hooking their heads. The people of Huangfang Village say: The millet does not hook the head, cut it and feed the old cow. One year is a disaster, and three years are difficult to extend. The light in the eyes of the villagers in Jiefang Village was like a wick lacking in oil, and they all dimmed, and they spoke softly and weakly.

The people of the village have always had a good habit of sending their children to study, from ancient times to the present, every household has seen the benefits of reading, reading is better than farming, and reading is better than harvesting grain. Didn't the ancients say that everything is inferior, but only reading is high? Didn't the ancients say that there is Yan Ruyu in the book and a golden house in the book? A family, as long as one person is provided to participate in the work, will be chaff basket and rice basket, there will be good food, there will be good clothing, you can go into the city to see the strange - the glory of the ancestors! If a family and its children all read books, eat national food, and wear national clothes, it means that the ancestral grave of the family is buried in the dragon vein, and the descendants are developed.

Feng Jinggu felt that his skin was falling off layer by layer, the blood was slowly drained, the flesh was slowly tightened, and his waist was hooked inch by inch. He knew that reading was important for his children's lives, and he had run too much for them, but now, he couldn't find the money to study for his children, so he had to adopt his wife's suggestion. But at the very least, it can ensure that someone in the family can read. These children are all smart, and they all pay attention to reading, and they can't bear to sift out anyone. When the children were casting lots, Feng Jinggu felt that there were lice crawling on his face and a small stick poking in his heart. The head of the family made the children look like this, he is ashamed! For a long time, he closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to open them.

Feng Tianjun is a child who is obedient and has good grades, never causes trouble, and does not let him worry about it. But he didn't get it, and it hurt to be a father in his heart, but he couldn't hurt his face for him alone.

There was a stirring in the eaves, and Feng Jinggu knew that the sparrows in the nest were frightened.

A black shadow slowly moved towards Feng Jinggu, Feng Jinggu was taken aback, and picked up the bullwhip and was about to chop it down. The black shadow flashed to the side and said, "Dad!"

It's Feng Tianxiang!

Feng Jinggu said, what? Feng Tianxiang sobbed twice, wiped the dew from her eyes with her hands[7], and bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth. Feng Jinggu said, sleep!

Feng Tianxiang shook his head and said, I can't sleep, Dad, you let me go home, help you work, and let them go to school.

Feng Jinggu said, no! Feng Tianxiang said, Dad, brother and brother, they are better than me in learning, smarter than me, and they are all men, read it out to fight for face for our Feng family, and pass it on. Feng Jinggu was silent.

Feng Tianxiang said, I go to work, aren't those big cities along the coast all recruiting female workers? I earn money for them, and you and Mom will have an easy time.

Feng Jinggu knocked on the cigarette stick and said, no! Feng Jinggu stood up and said one word: life! And he went into the house. The moonlight shone down through the gaps in the tall poplar trees, clean, but cold to the bone.

As soon as the sky was white, Aunt Feng got up. The house was cleaned, firewood was piled up in the fire, a fire was lit, and the pigs were boiled loudly. The flame ignited by the roots of the crisp poplar tree is light, pale blue, and there is a fragrance with it. Feng Tianxiang was gone. Aunt Feng wondered, did Xiang'er carry water, and looked at the bucket, but it was full. Aunt Feng wondered if Xiang'er had gone to the toilet. But after a while, I still didn't see him back. She ran to the back of the eaves to take a look, but there was still nothing. Aunt Feng wondered if Xiang'er had gone outside under the poplar tree to endorse the book, but when the sun illuminated the entire forest golden, Xiang'er was still not there.

Aunt Feng shouted, Xiang'er! Xiang'er! There was no answer.

Aunt Feng was anxious and shouted loudly, it's time to go against autumn[8]! It's time for autumn! Tianxiang is gone!

Feng Weicong heard his mother's shout, jumped down from upstairs, and walked around the courtyard a few times, but there was still no Feng Tianxiang. When he returned to the house, he saw a piece of paper pressed on the stove, Feng Weicong picked it up and looked at it, and shouted: Sister Xiang is gone! Sister Xiang went to work!

The paper reads:

Mom & Dad:

Brother and brother are both good learners and obedient. My family is poor and can't afford it, so I am willing to give up my studies and work for them, and also reduce your burden. Don't look for me, you won't find me. When I earn money, I will send it back on time. I'm sorry for you. Wei Cong and Tianjun also have to remember that if you can't read, I won't want to see you for the rest of my life.

Not reading is my choice, it's my own business, and I don't blame you.

Daughter Feng Tianxiang

Cutting bamboo met Jiezi [9], when Aunt Feng heard this, her legs went limp, and there was no way to catch the sky! Feng Jinggu was leading the cattle in the stable, preparing to go to the ground, and when he saw this, his face froze, like a stone slab.

By noon, more than 20 men from the village of Jiefang had all flocked to Jiuzhou City, fifty miles away, looking anxious and hurrying, each carrying a bag of boiled cold potatoes on their shoulders, and distributing them like nets at every intersection and station in the county, as well as in every hotel and hostel. When I saw a person, I greeted him, and told them about Feng Tianxiang's appearance, dress, accent and where she might go, and finally asked carefully, have you seen this person?

In fact, until the afterglow of the sun disappeared in Jiuzhou City, and the night light slowly brightened, no one got a clue worth referring to, and Feng Tianxiang's shadow was not seen at all. Feng Jinggu sat between the rows of buses at the long-distance station, his head hooked in his crotch.

Feng Tianxiang is fifteen years old this year, and he can't be strong. There is no shortage of hardships in the countryside, but when a girl is outside, she doesn't know how much frost, snow, rain and dew she will encounter, and I don't know how many hardships and accidents she will encounter, it is not just in case, but 10,000.

Aunt Feng's voice was hoarse, her eyes were swollen from crying, her chest was painful, her legs were weak, and her brain was blank. Feng Chunyu knelt in front of Aunt Feng's knee and said, Auntie, I will be your and Uncle Feng's own daughter all my life......

Needless to say? This is certainly superfluous, and how weak it seems at the moment. A few days later, Feng Tianxiang still didn't hear from him. These men had no choice but to drag their heavy footsteps back to the village of Jiefang. Aunt Feng and Feng Jinggu called Feng Weicong, Feng Tianjun, and Feng Chunyu to the firepit. Aunt Feng gritted her teeth and said, you three listen, this year is a famine year, your father and I are selling blood, houses, land, and graves, and we also want to provide for the three of you.

Feng Jinggu pointed to the offering table. The three children knelt under the tablet of the Heavenly Monarch and said in unison, I promise to study hard, promise to be admitted to university, and not let my parents memorize [10] for a lifetime!

Aunt Feng said, Feng Chunyu, you still have to give your father a guarantee. Feng Chunyu turned his head and kowtowed three times to the dark night sky outside and said, Dad, you have a spirit in the sky, I promise to study hard and be admitted to university. You have a spirit in heaven and bless our family with peace and security......

Feng Chunyu hadn't finished speaking, and the tears had already fallen.