Mrs. Chen stabilized her mind, and when she saw Chen Liang, old tears suddenly burst out, "Liang'er, your cousin is gone, he doesn't want a mother!" ”

Chen Liang collapsed instantly, crouched at Mrs. Chen's feet, and couldn't cry.

Mrs. Chen was grief-stricken, put her trembling hands on Chen Liang's back, and muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear. I don't know how long it took, she patted Chen Liang.

"Get up, take the children home, I don't blame them, it's An'er's fate that has this catastrophe, it's God who doesn't open his eyes. Ming'er, you come and carry An'er to bury it. ”

Hearing Mrs. Chen say this, Chen Zheng, who had been silent, sighed and persuaded him: "It's true that you can't blame a few children, judging from the results, A'an's death seems to have something to do with them, but before A'an's accident, no one would have thought that such a thing would happen." It's important for everyone to work together to get through this difficult time, and not to let this cause gaps. ”

They have lived from the troubled times to the present, and there have been many dead people, and there are many similar things that are even more serious than this, sometimes just a clansman who carelessly does not hide well, can attract a group of cannibalistic homeless people or plundering horse bandits, and how many clansmen have lost their lives because of this, including many of their flesh and blood relatives.

Complain, it will be, but what can it be, if you want to live, you can only let go of your resentment, and everyone will work together. If you want to blame it, you blame yourself for not being born in the peaceful era.

But the peaceful era must be good, I'm afraid not.

For example, at the moment, a natural disaster destroyed all the crops in the field, and in order to prevent the sudden rise of water, they could only set up a hut in the mountains and fields, and they could not return to their homes.

Chen An died in a landslide, died in a natural disaster, and God wanted to take his life back. At this time, even if they blame Li Erlin and them, with Li Erlin's attitude of taking the responsibility on their bodies, in addition to beating them up and asking for compensation, can Chen An be able to resurrect people?

Looking at Li Erlin and them, Chen Song clenched his fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out.

"Song'er!" Mrs. Chen grabbed Chen Song's wrist, feeling that Chen Song's originally tight hand in her hand gradually relaxed, she raised her hand and touched Chen Song's head with teary eyes, "Don't blame others, don't blame others, Liang'er is already tortured enough in his heart, he is in poor health, grandma has no son anymore, I don't want your uncle Liang to walk in front of the milk anymore." ”

Chen Liang's parents left early, and they followed her when they were seven or eight years old, she raised him with hard work, saved his life, and told him to kiss, in her heart, she had already regarded Chen Liang as her own.

Chen Songhu's eyes were full of tears, his face was full of unwillingness, how could he let go of the pain of losing his father? How can you not mind?

"Song'er, grandma is uncomfortable without her son, but what can I do now? Don't forget that you are the one who is going to replace your father as the village head, now that your father is gone, you are the village head of Xiaochen Village, and the most important thing for you at the moment is to bring everyone together to get through this difficulty! Look at the folks, everyone is counting on you! ”

Chen Songru was struck by lightning, looked around, and found that the surrounding villagers were looking at him, and he suddenly felt a sinking on his shoulders.

Without his father in the way, he, the future village chief of Xiaochen Village, felt this kind of sense of responsibility for the first time, and the heavy pressure was like a boulder pressing on his heart.

"Your grandmother is right, you are now the village chief of our Xiaochen Village, you have a lot of responsibility on your shoulders, remember not to be emotional!" Chen Zheng followed the serious persuasion, "Ming'er took the villagers to the county to buy grain, called the Bai'er family back, and buried your father." ”

Chen Song was silent for a long time and nodded slightly.

Now he has to shoulder the responsibility of the village chief first, and the mustard in his heart will wait for this difficulty.

……

learned from his father that although Mrs. Chen didn't complain about them, Chen Song's attitude said that the matter was not over, but only put it on hold for the time being, and Li Ping'an felt stunned for a while.

He can understand Chen Song, and put himself in his shoes, if the person who died is his old ...... Phew, in short, this kind of thing must not be so easy to let go.

On the contrary, Chen Song can be put on hold for the time being, which is very worthy of his admiration.

He was melancholy only because he had a life on his conscience and was confused about the future.

Without an appetite to eat, he lay on the mat tossing and turning and found it difficult to sleep, and when he fell asleep, he had a nightmare similar to last night. The difference is that this time the village chief appeared in his dream.

The village chief stretched out his hand to Li Ping'an, who was holding a tree in the middle of the flood, and comforted Li Ping'an with kind eyes not to be afraid, grabbed his hand and pulled him ashore. And just when Li Ping'an just grabbed the village chief's hand, the change was steep, and the flood swept towards the village chief, and at the time of the crisis, the village chief smiled faintly, and threw Li Ping'an to the shore with a force in his hand, but he was swept away by the monstrous flood.

Li Ping'an was awakened again.

"Nightmares again?" Li Erlin's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

Li Ping'an nodded in horror, wiping his sweat profusely, and told Li Erlin about the content of the dream, "I dreamed of the village chief's grandfather......"

"You don't have too much psychological burden, Dad is still here." Li Erlin added a thumb-thick branch to the fire and looked down the dark mountain, "I always feel that this natural disaster is more than that." ”

Li Ping'an also felt this way, otherwise he would not have been able to explain and convince himself why he had almost the same nightmare two nights in a row.

He raised his head to look at the sky, but forgot that there was thatch on the top, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head, "Dad, did you wake up, or didn't you sleep?" ”

"I didn't sleep, I couldn't sleep, so I got up and kept vigil." Although it was on the periphery of the mountain behind the house, no one could say whether there would be wild beasts running out of the mountain, so people were arranged to keep vigil, and the fire could not be extinguished.

The piles of flames swaying in the wind can give warmth, drive away wild beasts, illuminate the darkness, and bring hope.

Li Erlin persuaded Li Ping'an to continue sleeping, but Li Ping'an was sleepy and unwilling to sleep again. By the light of the fire, he first glanced at his mother, and could see that she frowned slightly, and seemed to be sleeping unsteadily.

Looking at the little Ruyi in my mother's arms again, she slept peacefully, and she didn't know if it was the firelight mapping, and her face was flushed.

Li Ping'an reached out to touch Xiao Ruyi, but found that the temperature on her body was a little hot.

"Dad, my little sister has a fever!" Li Ping'an panicked, and hurriedly hugged Xiao Ruyi from his mother, and put his forehead against Xiao Ruyi's forehead to test the temperature.

The temperature on his forehead confirmed that Xiao Ruyi did have a fever, and it was a high fever!

As soon as Li Ping'an's forehead left, Li Erlin's big hand touched Xiao Ruyi's forehead.

Chen Dajuan also woke up at this time, looking at Li Erlin's movements, her heart tightened, "Ruyi is feverish?" ”