The mountains are covered with goose-feathered snowflakes and are covered in silver coats, and there is no noise of birds in the silent mountains, and in this mountain range there is a small mountain bag with a small thatched hut on the mountain bag. The room is not big, there are two small wooden beds in it, and on the wooden bed lies this 8.9-year-old handsome little boy, with clear eyes, red nose, thin lips, and his hands are tightly wrapped in the quilt, his name is Wu Haotian.

He put his hand on the back of his head and whispered; Is Xin'er still sleeping?".

The small wooden bed on the side made a creaking sound, and Xiao Xin'er turned her little body, and her little head muttered to the curtain in the middle; Brother, in fact, I woke up early, so I didn't squeak much for fear of disturbing you."

Xin'er was Xiao Haotian when she was 6 years old when she was buying some daily necessities in the county seat, and when she saw her shrinking on the side of the road as if she had been hungry for two or three days, she thought that she had no relatives. So, I brought her back.

Xiao Haotian propped up the small wooden bed with both hands, sat up, and stretched his waist;

"Xin'er, I'll get up first, you can sleep more, the snow outside hasn't stopped."

Xiao Haotian pinched his nose with his little hand and blew his face, washing his face with the snow water that had melted naturally with the temperature in the house last night. Sitting on a small chair, he took a small fruit from the table and put it in his mouth and bit it hard, took out a letter from his bosom, opened it and put it on the table to look at the small words on the paper, remembered his grandfather who raised him three years ago, and said to him with tears in his eyes while lying on the bed, holding his hand;

【Memories】

Eight years ago.

On an ordinary night, an old man, resting on his bed, heard a knock on the door; the old man didn't pay much attention to it, and few people passed by in this wilderness; the old man was a little superstitious and believed that there were ghosts; but after knocking several times, the old man couldn't bear it anymore; he got up, picked up a thin coat and put it on his back. When he walked to the door, he opened the door with his old hand, and saw a woman in black, holding a baby in her hand, and the old man looked at the bloodless face, and was suddenly startled, and said with trembling lips:

"Girl, you are". The woman in black said in a sobbing voice:

"Old man, please have one more thing to worry about." The old man frowned slightly:

"Girl, please speak." The woman in black bowed her head slightly, looked at the child in her arms with loving eyes, and said to the old man:

"Old man, can I entrust this child to you?

The old man's wife died last year, and his son died on the battlefield when he went to serve in the army, and he was already a lonely man! The old man smiled and looked at the child in the woman's arms:

"Don't worry, girl, I will take good care of your child and raise him to adulthood! If you miss him, come back and see him." The girl in black took the child in her arms into the arms of the old man; the old man looked at the child in his arms with tears in his eyes, smiled after a long time, and coaxed the child with "oh oh" in his mouth; when he came back to his senses, he looked out of the door and found that the woman in black outside the door was blurred; he walked quickly to the door and shouted loudly: "Girl! I will treat this child like my own child, don't worry!"

In the woods three miles away, black figures jumped quickly among the trees, the woman's face was full of tears, tears like spring water, unstoppable, the woman's weeping, her lips were white, "Child, don't blame Mommy, I hope we can meet again."

And in the grass hut, the baby seems to be sensitive, crying loudly!

Five years later.

The old man knew that his time was running out, so he let Haotian sit beside him, and tremblingly took out a letter and a round piece of jade from his bosom; a nine-tailed white fox seemed to be carved on the jade; the old man said weakly:

"Oh my God, this is found in your baby package, go to your mother, take good care of yourself, be a good person!" and then closed his eyes peacefully, his lips slightly curled.

Since childhood, his grandfather taught him to hunt, read, and behave. "Brother" a bird-like voice brought Haotian out of his memories; Haotian put away the letter on the small table, stood up, turned his head to look at the pink little Xin'er: "Girl, are you hungry!" Brother went to get something for you to eat; as he spoke, he picked up the iron pot, opened the small door, and walked out of the door; Xiao Xin'er ran out quickly, sitting on the snow and building a snowman; Haotian picked up a long stick at random and cleaned the snow on the shed; and then skillfully put the iron pot on the small stove; Haotian lit a fire, looked at Xin'er and shouted: "Xin'er come here." Xin'er ran to Haotian: "Brother, can you eat it?" Haotian looked at Xin'er with a smile: "Not yet, go and bring the meat in the snowdrift, and take whatever meat you like to eat." "The meat was saved for the winter half a month ago, and the meat was put in the snowdrift for a longer time, and it should be able to be eaten for two months; Xin'er trotted under a peach blossom tree, this peach blossom tree was planted by Xiao Xin'er herself two years ago, and it is already more than two meters high!

Skillfully turned over the white snow, took a peeled rabbit meat, ran to his brother and stretched out his hand and said, "Give" Haotian took the meat, took out a knife to cut the meat into small pieces, put it in the iron pot, and put something that could be seasoned; looked at Xin'er sitting on the small stone next to her, and looked at the boiling rabbit meat in the pot with her eyes; "Xin'er, you haven't washed your face! Little flower cat, go to the house to wash your face, and remember to bring the bowl and spoon later!" Xin'er grinned; "Got it." Then he trotted into the house, and then the sun in the sky came to warm her, looking at the thick snow being a little dazzling by the sun, Xin'er walked up to her brother and muttered: "Brother, hurry up! Xin'er is dying of hunger." Haotian took the bowl and spoon, and gave Xin'er a big bowl and said with concern: "Be careful of scalding!" "I also served a bowl myself, my bowl is slightly bigger than Xin'er's bowl, and it is almost a bowl, and I am used to leaving a little bit in the pot, I am afraid that Xin'er will not be able to eat enough; Xin'er chirped while eating her mouth: "Brother, will you go hunting in a while! Haotian thought about it, and should let Xin'er go out to have a look; "Okay, but you have to follow your brother's pace, you know?" After a while, the two of them were taken aback.

Haotian washed the dishes and chopsticks, put them under his bed, folded the quilt, and by the way, folded Xin'er's quilt and changed into hunting clothes; the shabby wolf skin beast clothes gave this 8-year-old child, and his immature face was a little more wild; Xin'er also changed into a black coat, Haotian picked up a bow and arrow and carried it on his shoulder, and did not forget to tell Xin'er: "Follow yourself and don't run around!"

The two of them walked on the white snow, walked into a small forest, and came to a relatively empty snowfield, Xiao Haotian looked at the white snow in the middle, and knew that there was no harvest today; in the middle, there was a big hole dug by himself in which the wild boar liked to eat, and looked at Xin'er in disappointment; "Xin'er let's go, let's go to another place!" took Xin'er through a few points, and didn't even see a prey that fell into the trap!

Xin'er said to Haotian: "Brother, I'll go to sleep and call me when I eat." Haotian answered, walked to the old stone chair, lay on the stone chair and closed his eyes, and then a small snow floated in the air, and small snowflakes fell on the young man's immature face, and melted on the tender skin in the blink of an eye. The teenager did not wake up

The snow on the small thatched hut began to melt, and the water dripped onto the snow under the eaves, and the snow slowly melted, revealing agate-like stones.

The woman and the baby want to be lonely, and the old man is shocked and happy. From now on, he is no longer alone, and the spring flowers wither and the flowers in the night.