The morning mist shrouded the earth like a veil, and the flowers and trees looked a little mysterious in the haze. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is like a great deity, with the light steps of Meiman, everywhere it passes, everything seems to disappear without a trace, if you don't look closely, you will only feel that you are alone in this world.

Gradually, gradually, the sun slowly rose from the east, and its brilliant light fell on the earth through the vast morning mist.

The morning fog disappeared one by one, the birds chirped and the insects chirped, and everything seemed to wake up in an instant.

The crystal dew sparkles in the sunlight, like gems, and like shining stars, everything looks so peaceful and harmonious.

Suddenly, a loud cry broke the silence of the world.

"Brother Zhao Ping, Brother Zhao Ping, you go slowly, wait for me!" As soon as the words fell, a fat figure appeared at the end of the mist, and the running whirlwind blew away the mist, chasing the figure walking in front and shouted.

Hearing the shouts behind him, the young man in Tsing Yi, who was struggling to walk on the muddy path, couldn't help but be stunned, and turned to look at the fat object that was panting behind him.

The fat man who was running was dressed in a light gray linen coat, but the clothes didn't seem to fit him very well, and he looked a little bloated on his body. The fat on his cheeks trembled with the inertia of running, as if he was about to fall off at any moment.

Its fat body had difficulty walking on muddy paths, taking one step at a time, and as it walked, it couldn't help but mumble something in its mouth.

Zhao Ping looked at the fat man in front of him who was sweating profusely, and his eyes were squeezed into a slight slit by the fat on his cheeks, and his delicate face couldn't help but be stunned, but then he raised his eyebrows, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Fatty, I told you yesterday that I will leave at dawn in the morning, and you can see for yourself what time it is." Why didn't you come until now?"

At this point, he couldn't help but pause slightly, as if talking to himself.

"I thought you wouldn't go and go first. ”

Xu heard the dissatisfaction in Zhao Ping's tone, and the fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That...... That one...... I just woke up a little late. ”

Because he ran to chase Zhao Ping too hard, he couldn't breathe a little, his speech was intermittent, and his voice became lower and lower, so low that it was inaudible, if it weren't for Zhao Ping's ears pricked up to hear what he said, he could hardly hear what he said.

The fat man, who didn't keep the agreement and forgot the time under the good preaching, suddenly raised a step in the voice of the fat man who had bowed his head and pretended to be deep, and shouted: "It's all to blame on that thief, last night there was thunder and lightning, and the noise made me lie on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, isn't it too late." ”

Zhao Ping was taken aback by the fat man's righteous indignation, and looked at the fat man helplessly, as if he had a deep hatred against God, as if the fault of being late had nothing to do with him.

"Alright, alright. ”

"Don't offer treasures, I don't know your temperament yet, and I must not know what to do last night. ”

was so funny by the fat man, and the little dissatisfaction that Zhao Ping originally had in his heart was suddenly forgotten.

Looking up at the sun, Zhao Ping said with a smile on his face: "Okay, hurry up and go into the mountains to collect firewood, it's not too early." ”

Hearing Zhao Ping's words, the fat man touched his head with a smirk, then dusted off his body, put his arm on Zhao Ping's shoulder, and walked happily towards the mist-shrouded mountain.

Zhaojia Village is a village far away from the bustling city, located in a poor ravine, there are only a few dozen families in the whole village, located in the middle of nowhere, next to the mountains are all big mountains, and even leaving the nearest slightly larger town has to walk for three days.

The reason why Zhaojia Village is called this name is not because there are many people with the surname Zhao in the village, on the contrary, there are only a few families with the surname Zhao in the village. According to the people of the older generation, the people of Zhaojia Village are several generations ago, and their ancestors fled the war before they came to settle here, and only because the leader was surnamed Zhao, so it was named Zhaojia Village.

Zhao Ping's family is one of the few families surnamed Zhao in this small village in the mountains, Zhao Ping is the eldest in the family, and he is twelve years old this year. In addition to his parents, he also has a younger brother and a younger sister who is still in infancy.

Zhao's father was a medicine picker who lived by going up to the mountains to collect medicines, and Zhao's mother took care of them at home, doing some farm work and needlework by the way, and entrusting people to take them to the market and sell them to subsidize the family. But the burden of the family is mainly borne by Zhao's father alone, and life is tight, and there are not a few meals of meat to eat all year round.

The fat man who was with Zhao Ping just now was Zhao Ping's good friend, named Wang Li.

Wang Li's father, Wang Gang, is a carpenter, his skills are acceptable, and his standard of living is so-so. Father Wang and Father Zhao are friends, and the two families are world friends, when Zhao Ping's family is in trouble, Wang Gang takes care of Zhao Ping's family, Zhao Ping knows that although his parents usually don't say it, they are very grateful. Zhao Ping admired Uncle Wang very much, but he wanted to be a craftsman, so when he was fine, he ran to Uncle Wang, stood aside and watched Uncle Wang work, which made Wang Li feel the most boring thing but made Zhao Ping happy.

has met Wang Li many times, and Zhao Ping and Wang Li are of the same age, the two soon became good friends who talk about everything, and they usually play together.

Because of the poverty of his family, Zhao Ping has understood that life is not easy since he was a child, although he can't earn money now, but some things within his power Zhao Ping will do it himself without being said.

A few days ago, I saw that there was not much firewood at home, so I made an appointment with Wang Li to go to the mountains to collect firewood for the needs of the family, but Wang Li missed the time agreed between the two because of the late hour.

Time flies by like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, the sky hangs high.

The two of them stood under the scorching sun, carried a full firewood behind them, carried the delicious wild fruits picked up from the mountain in their pockets, hummed a light tune out of tune, and walked towards the village below the mountain step by step.

Half an hour later, the dilapidated entrance to the village was already visible. Wang Li, who was sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the entrance of the village as if he had seen a savior, and said to Zhao Ping with a smile: "It's not easy, I'm finally almost home, and I don't estimate that the meat on my body is about to complain to me about abusing them." ”

"Brother Zhao, why don't we rest first, it's really tiring, anyway, it's not in a hurry. Wang Li made a gesture to put down the firewood and sit down to rest.

"You, I really don't know how this flesh grows on your body, hurry up and go, go to my house and drink saliva first. After speaking, Zhao Ping didn't wait for Wang Li to object, and pulled him and ran to the village.

When he entered the village, without the cordial greetings of the people who used to farm, Zhao Ping did not meet a person who usually worked, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Just when Zhao Ping was about to arrive home, Zhao Ping found from a distance that there seemed to be a lot of people in the village around the door of his house, and they didn't know what to say in front of him, and he couldn't hear clearly from a distance.

"Why are the people in the village gathered around my house when they don't work? ”

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Zhao Ping's heart, and he held the fat man's hand and unconsciously tightened it.

The abrupt power from his hand made Wang Li, who was grabbed, turn his head and look at Zhao Ping suspiciously, as if he felt Zhao Ping's uneasiness, and the question that Wang Li just wanted to say in his mouth swallowed into his stomach, and silently followed Zhao Ping, who was speeding up.

After leaning into the crowd, I don't know who saw Zhao Ping coming back, and shouted inside twice, and the villagers who were crowded in front of Zhao Ping's house immediately gave way to a passage, revealing the dilapidated gate. Zhao Ping couldn't put down the firewood behind him, and walked quickly into the dilapidated house made of clay and thatch.