(Subscription is not required) Song Yi (Extra 1)

Author: Qiye

"Sister! Sister! Sister, can you wake up...Sister..." A desperate voice came from the house.

Beside the bed, a thin and short man was constantly pushing the person on the bed with his little hand that was so thin that only skin and bones were left. His sallow face was sunken, his hair was withered, and his face was filled with tears and runny nose.

At this time, a cold wind was blowing outside, snow was falling, and a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.

Song Yi touched the already cold person on the bed, and said with a hint of grievance and coquettishness in her voice: "Sister, your hands are too cold. I'm going to boil some water for you. I'll bring it over later."

We can’t stay in bed anymore!”

After saying this, Song Yi pulled her torn shoes and opened the door of the main room. The cold wind instantly poured into the cold room from the door.

Song Yi gritted her teeth and tried to close the door with a groan.

Just as the door was closed, another gust of cold wind blew by, and a piece of withered yellow leaf with a layer of falling snow fell on Song Yi. The falling snow instantly melted the surface layer due to the heat, and Song Yi's neck instantly felt cold.

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Song Yi shivered from the cold, hissing the air-conditioning from her mouth, and quickly brushed away the white snow and fallen leaves with her trembling hands. After brushing them away, she rubbed them hard with her sleeves, causing her sallow skin to turn red instantly.

There is no water in the yard. Fortunately, there is snow and there is no need to go to the creek outside the yard to fetch water. Song Yi used her dirty hands to put the snow in small handfuls into the jar in the kitchen. Because he was small,

The jar was too heavy to carry, so I could only carry small handfuls back and forth to the kitchen and yard to put the snow into the jar, so that I only had to light the firewood.

Next to the stove are piles of wet firewood collected yesterday.

My brother used flint and steel to make a fire for a long time but could not light it.

In the end, my brother had no choice but to go into the room and pull out a handful of straw before lighting the fire.

When the wet firewood burned, it was very smokey. My brother was so smoked that he burst into tears while he went to look in the cupboard.

There was no grain of rice left in the rice bag in the cupboard.

Now there are only some wild vegetables left that he and his sister went digging in the snow yesterday.

Song Yi took out the wild vegetables, rubbed them with white snow, treated them as washed, and immediately put them into the pot.

Fortunately, this small stove does not require much firewood, and a can of wild vegetable soup will be ready soon.

Song Yi stood on tiptoes and took down the spoon from the stove.

The bowl was on the upper level of the cupboard, and it was impossible for him to take it down due to his height.

Song Yi moved a stool from the side and stepped on it. With his height and the support of the stool, he could just reach the upper level of the cabinet. After this moment of movement, Song Yi's head was already a little dizzy. He quickly grabbed it.

He stayed in the cupboard to steady himself, and after his dizziness improved a little, he slowly took down the bowl on top.

Song Yi opened the lid and carefully scooped out the wild vegetable soup with a spoon, not wasting a drop.

Song Yi endured the hunger in her belly and carefully held the hot vegetable soup into the room with both hands. He put the wild vegetable soup on the bedside and touched the hardened body with his little hands warmed by the soup.

Song Yi's little hand was not so cold that she retracted it. Instead, she clenched the cold spot, intending to transfer her warmth to it.

Song Yi lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, with tears gathering in her eyes. She didn't know when her voice was filled with tears again, and her voice was low and pleading, "Sister, sister... I've already cooked the vegetable soup. Sister, please hurry up."

Get up and eat, okay? Sister, we won't be able to go out to dig wild vegetables when it gets dark later. Sister, you can't be lazy! Sister... Sister, I'm afraid... I'm afraid...

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The more Song Yi talked about it, the more he collapsed.

The person on the bed remained motionless.

Song Yi was crying. He felt dizzy even more. Suddenly his vision went dark, and he fell forward without any awareness.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Yi's consciousness slowly returned. There were subtle human voices in her ears, intermittent, and her mouth would be opened from time to time. At this time, hot, salty, and bitter liquid would be poured into her body, and her whole body would be filled with water.

The people are warm.

Sister...is it you...

Song Yi tried desperately to open his eyes and see the person clearly, but his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.

When Song Yi woke up again, she only knew that the snow outside had melted.

"Are you awake?" A woman in coarse linen clothes walked in.

Song Yi recognized her. He was Aunt Liang from the foot of the mountain. She had come to help her when her father was buried.

Song Yi politely called out, "Auntie."

Aunt Liang looked at Song Yi who was so well-behaved, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. What a good child, but it's a pity that his life is so miserable.

Song Yi suddenly reacted. He looked behind Aunt Liang and asked, "Auntie, have you seen Sister?"

There was hope in his voice. He hoped that the few hours before he fell into coma were dreams and that his sister was still there.

When Aunt Liang heard Song Yi's question, she didn't know how to speak.

That day, the head of the house was thinking about the two children and came up to take a look. Who knew that the child Song Yi had fainted and fell to the ground, and Song Huan on the bed had already lost his life.

Song Yi got a high fever in the middle of the journey, so she cooked some herbs that they dug up on weekdays. She didn't expect that she could survive. This was the only seedling left in the Song family. Fortunately, she survived.

Song Yi recalled the scene of Song Huan lying motionless on the bed that day, and tears fell down like a fountain. However, he did not act like the heartbreaking person he was in front of his sister that day. He only said in a weak voice:

"Did sister go to heaven to accompany my parents?"

Aunt Liang couldn't bear it, but people cannot be resurrected after death, and there was no way to lie about it. She only said: "Your sister was afraid that your parents would be lonely."

Song Yi's voice was choked with sobs: "My sister is bad and my brother is lonely. Why doesn't my sister take my brother with me? My brother also misses his parents..."

Aunt Liang's eyes were shallow, and she wiped her tears twice in just this moment. She sniffed and said: "When the time comes, I will naturally meet your parents. Now you can eat some rice soup and have a good sleep."

I’ll talk about it later when I feel better.”

Song Yi nodded obediently, took the bowl from Aunt Liang's hand, looked at the countless rice grains in it, and took small sips into her mouth with great treasure.

He no longer remembers the taste of rice soup.

This time I was able to eat, but my sister was no longer around.

After Song Yi finished eating, she lay down again obediently. She grabbed the corners of the quilt with her two small hands, her body tensed up, and she closed her eyes. Her eyelashes were shaking like a sieve, and there was a drop of light in the corners of her eyes.

Another drop of tears kept sliding between her temples.

Aunt Liang tucked Song Yi into bed and sighed silently before going out.

The quilt was so thin that Song Yatou was afraid that she would freeze to death.

What a pity.

If they had obeyed early and married the kid from the next village, and had a man to support them, the Song siblings would not be in this situation.

Fortune plays tricks on people!

After Song Yi woke up, Aunt Liang gradually stopped coming up.

In a village, everyone is in trouble. The Liang family still has four children who are old enough to be poor, and the Liang family has helped the Song family too much. Song Yi can only feel grateful to the Liang family.

Song Yi often helped his sister to dig wild vegetables and cut firewood. He knew wild vegetables and could also collect firewood. Now he could barely survive alone.
Chapter completed!