"Little bunny, you're finally back," I heard a man's voice roar inside the house.
"Chai?"
"Lao Tzu asked you to chop firewood "Little bastard, you don't even listen to Lao Tzu's words" Then came the sound of a man hitting people with a stick I saw a woman wearing a rotten cotton jacket rushing towards the child with all her might, hugging Ali tightly with her own body Screaming in the mouth mute "Get out, you stupid, look at your stupidity, give birth to a son, and give you a virtue to Lao Tzu to get away" I saw the man kick away the woman lying on top of Ali The stick slammed into Ali's young body.
Ali trembled and remained motionless The woman who seemed to be crazy screamed, and pounced again, hugging her child tightly with her weak body again, with hot tears in her eyes The man finally didn't do it again, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and with a loud bang, he threw away the stick in his hand and ran towards the door.
A mother and son in the simple hut hugged each other tightly.
The mute mother, touching Ali's beaten black face, burst into tears of heartache What she wanted to say in her mouth, but unfortunately she was a mute and could only whine, but the tears in her eyes hit the face of this ten-year-old child one by one Ali didn't cry, didn't shed tears, just slowly stretched out his little hands that were red and swollen from the cold and slowly touched the face of his mute mother Such a hard-working mother and son snuggled up in a simple small room But they didn't notice that in the corner that the two men didn't see, an old man was looking at them with a pair of sympathetic eyes Wrapped around his body, he sighed deeply in the snow and ice before standing up and walking forward.
Since then, every day when Ali goes to the outskirts of Tanglin City to chop wood, he will meet this old man and another burly man wearing a military coat with two bars and one star on his shoulder.
Then, every day, the old man would tell Ali how to chop wood with the sickle in his hand, how to chop wood most fluently, and his movements were faster and more perfect When Wei Lao saw that Ali was a left-hander, he seemed to be even more excited in his heart He hadn't held a knife in his own hands for many years, but once he suddenly took the broken sickle in Ali's hand and swung it with his left hand in the wind and snow The knife technique is simple, but deadly Every movement that came out of Wei Lao's hands was close to a kind of perfection Ali clapped his hands and praised it I studied for about a month Wei Lao had to go The troops were in too much of a hurry, and he couldn't do anything Looking at Ali: "Child, you wait for me, I'll pick you up after a while" Ali nodded vigorously, and then slowly spit out a few slurred words in the words that the old man had told him these days "Thank you, Grandpa" Wei Lao took the child in his arms, and finally slowly followed the man in the military coat into the car and disappeared in Tanglin City For Ali, it may have been a dream And it was this sudden dream that had already been him.
Looking at the trace of Wei Lao's disappearance, his little face was a little reluctant, with expectations How he wanted to follow that grandfather for the rest of his life, but he couldn't in front of him Because he also has a gambler father and a mute mother Come back as always Suddenly, a fire burned in front of them, and the flames burned like demons.
He threw away the dry wood on his back with a bang, and rushed towards the flame like crazy Because the place where the fire broke out was Ali's home.
By the time he ran past, the fire had completely consumed everything in the hut I saw piles of people standing around them, their faces were indifferent, they shrank their hands one by one, and no one reached out to help them put out the fire Ali looked at the raging fire The whole person threw himself into the flames as if he was crazy In the end, some well-wishers grabbed the ten-year-old child "Ahh "Ahh Ali's cry resounded between heaven and earth, and he couldn't speak much, so he could only scream The bleak voice seemed to be confronting the heavens and the earth, but unfortunately, the fire was still burning And what about this ten-year-old He seemed to be crazy and stupid A person knelt in the ice and snow in a daze, looking at everything in the room that was burned down bit by bit The crowd around couldn't help but talk there.
"Hey, this dead gambler, it's really a sin to leave such a young child when he dies."
"yes, pitiful" "Who made him love to bet on this not to lose, let the family chase to the door" "It's just that it's hard for this dumb girl, you see, I'm only ten years old and can't even speak, how will I live in the future?"
"By the way, do you know whose debt their family owes?"
"Shh "We'd better not talk about it" "I'll tell you, I heard that it was owed, He Yichuan's debt, so people guessed that someone burned his house, but I didn't expect that this mute girl was alone in the house, it's really pitiful" "Forget it, forget it, don't talk about it, we can't help it, we're all poor."
Plus 5 "too" I saw that the two of them were talking and glanced sympathetically at Ah Li, who was kneeling in the ice and snow, and walked towards his house.
The university is already blowing a cold wind.
But what about this ten-year-old There is no home He suddenly stood up slowly, and ran towards the ruins that had been destroyed by the snow and ice "Mom" "Mom" His muffled words echoed through the snow From that point on, he seemed to be stunned The whole person is like a lonely ghost, wandering around, picking up things on the ground when he is hungry, eating them, grabbing the ice and snow on the ground when he is thirsty, and stuffing them into his mouth His companions on the roadside scolded him and beat him He seemed indifferent Finally, one day, he couldn't support it anymore.
After all, he's only a ten-year-old He was dying of hunger.
A man in the snow and ice, lying down As a car slowly passed by him, dirty water splashed on his body Ali lay there indifferent.
Then the car slowly retreated again.
The doors open slowly.
A man came out of it.
A man with a smile on his face, but with a sly smile on his face.
He Yichuan
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