Feng Zidao looked at Nanshan in the distance and couldn't help but frowned.
He said, "We are divided into two groups.
You should continue to inquire about the news.
Hong Zheng and I will go to Nanshan first."
"Okay."
My brother nodded, still carrying rice on his shoulders.
After we separated, we walked straight along the main road towards Nanshan, but the further we walked, the more remote it became.
The original cement road later turned into a gravel road.
It looked not far away, but in fact we still didn’t reach it after walking for more than an hour. .
I also asked a few people along the way, and one of them was an old man who was quite talkative.
My brother and my sister-in-law said in the name of husband and wife that they had lost one child before and were sent to Nanshan, and then she never got pregnant.
After some advice from an expert, , saying that it was because the lost one was causing trouble, so he wanted to come to Nanshan to pay his respects.
The old man was also talkative and chatted with us for a long time.
He made tea on the roadside and asked us to stop and drink tea.
This Song Shuangfu got married twenty years ago.
Then one of the quarrels got so fierce that his wife aborted the seven-month-old child behind his back.
When Song Shuangfu arrived at the hospital, the child had already been taken away.
Come out and throw it into the bucket.
He rushed in and pulled up the child, but he was no longer breathing.
There was a needle hole in the sole of his foot, which was an injection given by the hospital.
He was so desperate at that time that he almost strangled the doctor and nurse to death, but was stopped.
He asked the hospital to give him the bodies of other children who were still alive and could be saved , he said he was going to try to save the child.
The hospital saw that Song Shuangfu didn't seem to be joking and had experienced the pain of losing a child.
If these were not given to him, he might take extreme measures, so they gave him the children who were still moving.
At that time, there were more than a dozen children brought back.
Some were already blue and black, and lacked breast milk.
Some died when they got home.
But miraculously, among the dozen children, he actually saved one. girl and raised her.
He and his wife divorced, and then he almost spent all his savings and rented a barren mountain from the village, which is now Nanshan.
He buried the bodies of the children on Nanshan.
And like a man possessed, he went to major hospitals every day, looking for those babies that had been aborted.
He didn't want the babies that were already formed.
He didn't want the dead ones, but as long as they were still moving, he would bring them back for treatment as soon as possible. , one can save one.
For twenty years, Song Shuangfu received more than 10,000 babies from major hospitals.
Later, all major hospitals were moved by him.
All the babies who were expelled had breathing and heartbeats and a relatively high survival rate. , they would ask the mother who had a miscarriage to give an extra fifty yuan, and they would send someone to deliver the money and the baby to Song Shuangfu.
The fifty yuan was used to buy clothes for the baby, a stone coffin, and some incense, candles, and gold paper, if the baby could not be saved.
The old man admired Song Shuangfu, a living Bodhisattva in this world, who could do it for twenty years without any reward, and he had to devote all his energy and property to it.
But good people are rewarded.
More than a hundred children have been rescued.
The eldest is now twenty years old, and the younger is not yet a month old.
The village provides free water and electricity on the mountain, and also built a house on the mountain as a shelter.
Therefore, every month the villagers will spontaneously send some food, some clothes, and some milk powder to the mountains.
As long as a child adopted by Song Shuangfu is studying in junior high school, there is no tuition fee.
In the past, Song Shuangfu was the only one who could take care of these many children.
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Now, the children are older and can help take care of them.
Because there were too many children, Song Shuangfu couldn't remember their names, so the boys were all called Ah Fu and the girls were called Ah Shuang.
Only when registering for household registration, the police would ask the police to find the middle word in the dictionary.
Song x Fu or Song x Shuang.
Other people's household registration books usually only have one, but Song Shuangfu's family's household registration book has nearly twenty.
We are also overwhelmed with emotion, and we don’t know what to say about Song Shuangfu.
Before we went up the mountain, we found a rural credit cooperative and went in to withdraw two thousand yuan, which we were going to donate to Song Shuangfu up the mountain.
But when we arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, there was a carving on a big stone: Taoist monks and dogs are not allowed to go up the mountain, otherwise you will bear the consequences.
I gasped, and my brother and sister-in-law were also dumbfounded.
Could it be that Taoist priests and monks are not allowed to go up Nanshan Mountain, so people in the village reject Taoist priests and monks?
Thinking about it, it is really possible that everyone thinks Song Shuangfu is a good person, which is not easy.
If there are really dirty things on the mountain, they should be Yingling.
Song Shuangfu regards them as his own children, and naturally he is not willing to let Taoist priests and monks take them away. .
My brother and sister-in-law and I went up the mountain.
The road was quite easy to walk.
It had obviously been repaired and the steps were neatly built.
The whole mountain was not high.
After climbing for a while, we reached the top of the mountain.
Sure enough, there is a three-story building, which should be Song Shuangfu's shelter.
We walked towards that building, and not far away there were about a dozen four or five-year-old children.
When they saw us, they ran towards us, followed by a big black dog, barking at us.
When the children gathered around, my sister-in-law quickly took out a large bag of White Rabbit toffee from her backpack.
This was not specially prepared, but my sister-in-law likes to eat this candy.
My brother always prepares it for her.
It seems to have a use.
After each person gave one candy, the big black dog seemed to want it too.
One of the children said: "Auntie, give a candy to the big black dog too, he wants to eat it too."
"Okay."
My sister-in-law smiled and took a candy.
One of the little girls took it, opened the wrapping paper, and stuffed it into Dahei's mouth.
Dahei actually bit it.
He also drooled, making those children laugh.
I sighed for a while, these are all children snatched from the hands of death.
If Song Shuangfu hadn't fought for it, I'm afraid these talking and laughing children in front of me would just be tiny skeletons, staying in pitiful little sarcophagi.
The three of us are also orphans.
If it weren't for our grandfather taking us in, we probably wouldn't have survived.
Therefore, I feel an inexplicable affinity for these children.
It must be because we are connected by the same fate.
"Where is your father?"
asked my sister-in-law.
"Dad went to the cemetery."
The children pointed to the side in unison.
We turned around and walked a few steps over there, and were shocked by the scene in front of us.
It is a flat piece of flat land, stretching as far as the eye can see, at least several thousand square meters, it should be flat land pushed out by a bulldozer.
Then at this moment, on this flat ground, there were neatly arranged small tombstones, one next to the other, with the distance between each one not exceeding ten centimeters.
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Under the tombstones, those children who were not rescued must be buried
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