On this day, on the edge of the vast mountain, in the dilapidated courtyard to the east of the small mountain village, a special guest lived.

When a ray of sunlight in the early morning shone through the somewhat worn window and hit the head of the bed, the long strip of white and gray cloth wrapped in strips of white and gray cloth suddenly made a dull sound under the patched bedding.

"Ah, oh, uh!" Listening to the voice, the strip-like object was actually a person, and it was hard to imagine how much it would hurt to be bandaged like this!

I saw that there was only a slit left in the bandage, and I could barely see the place where it was my eyes, and I struggled to open my eyes several times during the trembling, and from the shaking of the bedding that was full of patches but still clean, I could see how the 'mummy' was suffering.

It took a while for the 'mummy' to slowly struggle to get up, and the tattered bed made an unsatisfactory 'crunch' sound, as if it was embarrassing to get up normally. In the dizziness of the head, a glare of sunlight shone into his mind, and only one thought remained.

"I'm alive!" Before he could look at his surroundings, he fell back to the bed in a pain in his head, and vaguely heard "pop" and "Grandpa, wake up, wake up" in his mind, followed by a rush of footsteps, and fell into darkness.

When the 'mummy' moved again, it was sunset. At this time, it is dinner time. The 'mummy' who got up slowly, although his movements were difficult, was obviously much more energetic than in the morning, at least he was able to turn his head full of strips of cloth and see his environment clearly.

Looking at the situation on his body, the slightest movement, his whole body twitched slightly, and the pain in his body seemed to turn a bitter smile into a luxury. In the dim light was a small earthen walled room, with several worn bows and arrows and machetes hanging from the black-gray walls.

The oil lamp, which glowed faintly, was placed on a simple low wooden table, on which lay a young girl with pigtails, who was seven or eight years old, muttering sleepingly, and sobbing from time to time with saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.

An old kettle sits nearby, a few notched white porcelain bowls, and a wooden spoon. Seeing this, it is not difficult to imagine that this little girl is standing in front of the bed in a coma, holding a water bowl, feeding herself little by little.

Thinking of the sweet spring that seemed to be in the sea of fire in his coma, the indifferent eyes of the 'mummy' couldn't help but flash a touch of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but they were fleeting. It was this slight movement that made the "mummy" twitch all over, and the feeling of being roasted like fire in the coma came to his heart, and it was a dry cough. "Ahem, ahem!"

Perhaps it was this sound that woke up the little girl who was asleep on the table, and after rubbing her eyes in confusion, she saw the "mummy" who got up, as if she was startled at first.

"Ahh

Without waiting for the 'mummy' to speak, he jumped out of the house. Looking at the scene of this little girl's simple screaming, that thin body will make anyone feel a slight warmth in their hearts! Just listening to the little girl's words, I really don't know if she is saying that the 'mummy' is awake or grandpa is awake.

After a while, I heard footsteps and the sound of "Grandpa hurry up".

The 'mummy' looked up, and through the faint light, he saw the old man who opened the curtain and entered, dressed in a shabby short and open clothes, full of white hair, with a face of vicissitudes and a slightly arched back, it can be seen that the ruthless years have left an indelible mark on the old man. Holding a small black porcelain basin in his hand, he walked towards the table.

"Child, you wake up, drink some porridge in a moment. "When the old man saw the 'mummy' who woke up, his eyes revealed a look of concern, and he said softly.

What a sweet title, child. "Boy Wang Mo, thank you for saving me!" This person is none other than Wang Mo, who was injured and jumped into the river to escape. Fortunately, he was discovered by the children who went to the river to play naughtily, and because of Niuniu's kindness and persistence, he dragged him home despite Wang Mo's terrifying injuries. The hoarse voice sounded, and with his dress and the wound, he twitched and twitched, accompanied by bursts of inhalation, how scary it was.

"Hehe, it's not my old man who saved you, it's my Niuniu and a few babies who found you by the river and carried you back to the village. You just woke up, your body is weak, stop talking, drink porridge first, and then talk after resting. "The old man found that the 'mummy' could not speak conveniently, and remembered the terrible injury when he carried him back, and hurriedly spoke.

"Yes. Wang Mo nodded slightly, his own situation was clear, it was really not appropriate to do more at this time, thinking in his heart that he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but from the weakness of his body, he should have been in a coma for a short time.

After a while, Wang Mo heard the sound, looked up, and saw the old man holding a bowl of porridge, putting it in the hand of the little girl named Niuniu, and motioning her to feed Wang Mo porridge. Niuniu looked at the porcelain basin with hopeful eyes, and under the stern gaze of the old man, she looked up at the 'poor' Wang Mo, and had to endure her little belly that protested to him unrelentingly.

"I'll do it myself, hiss" Seeing Wang Mo's inconvenient appearance, Niuniu "fluttered" and laughed, staring at her bright big eyes, as if she was angry, and did not answer, but put the porridge with a spoon, blew carefully, and handed it to Wang Mo's mouth.

"Hehe!" the old man laughed happily too! Wang Mo lowered his head and quickly drank the porridge in the spoon, maybe he was really hungry because he hadn't eaten for too long, and drank four bowls of mushy porridge in succession. It wasn't until Wang Mo went to serve porridge for the fifth time that he found that the food bowl had bottomed out, and he couldn't help touching his little belly, and tears fell from his mouth.

In the end, he is a child, he doesn't know how to hide his thoughts at all, and his joy and sorrow are all shown on his face. Looking at Niuniu's slightly twitching shoulders, Wang Mo, who realized it later, realized the situation, thinking of the environment of this family, these may be the last rations for their ancestors and grandchildren.

Wang Mo looked at the old man with an embarrassed face, only to see the old man cast a reassuring look at him, and said to Niuniu: "Come, Niuniu, eat." The sobbing Niuniu looked at the porridge in front of her that hadn't moved much, quickly wiped her cheeks with her cuffs, stopped her tears, looked at her grandfather's kind face and said sensibly: "Grandpa eats, Niuniu is not hungry." ”

"Nonsense, how can you not be hungry after you haven't eaten all afternoon? The old man said softly with sternness in his words.

"Niuniu is really not hungry" Seeing that Niuniu still had to argue, the old man pulled down his face and said: "You are growing up, you can't be hungry, grandpa has already eaten it just now, eat it!" said and patted his stomach, for fear that Xiao Niuniu would not believe it, he also knew that the little granddaughter was distressed about himself.

"Really?" after all, a child, who didn't have so many eyes, looking at her grandfather's nodding, the little girl picked up the bowl and drank it, obviously very hungry. The old man looked kindly at his obviously hungry granddaughter, and a touch of distress flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle" looked at the harmonious and friendly grandparents and grandchildren, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with guilt, memories, and sadness, I really don't know how people's eyes can change so much in an instant.

Seeing Wang Mo's expression, the old man waved his hand and said, "Child, you call me uncle, can I still ignore your meal as a bad old man?" Wang Mo stared deeply at the old man's hearty face, as if he was about to be imprinted in his mind, and there were always a thousand words that seemed to melt away in this laughter!

And the little girl who was sittingly struggling with the rice bowl did not find that her grandfather was tired of the kitten between her grandfather and this uninvited guest at home, but put all her thoughts on the bowl that had been licked clean in front of her.

Looking at this scene, the old man's eyes flashed with a look of distress and embarrassment, as if he was distressed by his granddaughter's hunger, and he was feeling uneasy about the guests coming to his home, and he really couldn't give the guests a full meal, which can be seen that the old man's simple and kind mentality. Wang Mo read all of these in his heart, but at this time, he was powerless to change anything.

After dinner, the old man stopped Wang Mo who wanted to say something, told him to have a good rest, and then pulled Niuniu, who was obviously a little tired, to turn around and go out of the house.

In desperation, Wang Mo, who was physically weak, stared at the backs of this pair of kind ancestors and grandchildren, supported the weak body as if he could sleep at any time, struggled to put on a pranayama posture, and began to check the condition of his body.