There is a room in their house, and the whole room is full of trophies and certificates. At first, Yang’s father planned to put trophies for himself and his wife. Later, his son and daughter also had trophies, so Yang’s father turned all the cabinets next to it into
Glass display cabinet, so that all children's trophies and certificates are received here.
A few people had just finished washing up, and before dad's food had been served, they entered the room where the trophies were kept. This is what they do every New Year's Eve.
Look at the young parents, and the trophies they got, and then discuss them with relish. Their parents are not worthy of each other.
"Brother, how old were you when you won this trophy?" Yang Yuqing was suddenly particularly interested in the trophy for the first martial arts championship won by her elder brother.
Her brothers and sisters have been trained by their mother since they were young. The eldest brother participated in some international competitions when he was very young. The second brother just learned to make his mother happy, so he did not participate in any competitions. Her sister learned even more.
I used it, learned martial arts and my mother's Sanda, and actually became a martial arts star.
She has been in poor health since childhood and cannot learn much, but she believes that her brothers, sisters, and parents will protect her.
"When you were fourteen years old, you were less than three years old at that time. Your mother took you to watch the game. Look at this picture. The little girl in her arms is you." Yang Jinwen pointed to the trophy.
, the two photos next to it, one is a photo of him holding the trophy, and the other is a photo of his mother holding his sister standing with him.
Compared with the mother more than ten years ago, although the mother looks younger, the mother now is more refined. Although the mother is nearly sixty years old, she looks less than forty because of her self-discipline in exercising every day.
Look.
"This year is my mother's 60th birthday, how can I help her live it?" Yang Jinwen looked at the mother he was kissing in the photo, and suddenly remembered that their mother was 60 years old.
"Mom has everything. How about we all free up that time and spend a few more days to travel around the world with my parents? Let's go together as a family." Yang Yuling felt that this matter still mattered.
More romantic.
"I think dad will drive us away. What would we be like if there were four more light bulbs in our world together?" Yang Xiuwen is more realistic. Their parents are very loving, but they always dislike the fact that the four of them are too big.
Watt light bulb.
Ms. Lu Qingshang heard the conversation of several children at the door, and laughed: "Okay, some big light bulbs, it's time to eat. Hurry up, go and have a rest after eating. It's almost 1 o'clock."
After happily eating a late-night snack, Yang Yuling planned to sleep with her sister because her sister had been having nightmares recently.
Yang Xiuwen wanted to observe his sister's condition, so he planned to sleep on the sofa in his sister's room. Of course, Yang Jinwen also wanted to accompany him.
He also wants to know what happened to his youngest sister?
In this way, after the brothers and sisters changed into pajamas, they entered the same room. The two brothers were talking on the sofa. Yang Yuling took her sister back to the room and fell asleep soon after.
In the middle of the night, Yang Yuqing was awakened by the noise again. This time, she saw clearly all the faces of the people in the dream.
The two brothers Yang Jinwen jumped up from the sofa immediately and ran to the bed to see their sister.
"Don't be afraid. My brothers and sisters are all here. Don't be afraid." Yang Xiuwen quickly reached out and hugged his sister. Yang Jinwen brought her a glass of warm water and gave her a few sips to calm down.
"Brother, there's a lot of blood. My father is gone, and my mother is gone too. There's a lot of blood." Yang Yuqing saw clearly that the middle-aged man who was pushed down and hit against the stone was her father's face, and the face of the middle-aged woman was
The little Zai Zai she was protecting under her looked exactly like her when she was little. The one pulling the little Zai Zai and running forward as hard as she could was her sister.
Several people comforted their sister, and they all fell asleep at some point. The brothers and sisters hugged each other in a pile.
Not long after they closed their eyes, they had a dream. The situation in the dream was similar to what their sister described. Not even the dead grass leaves could be found, and some people went to boil the bark of the tree to boil water for drinking. Both the body and the ground were bare.
There is no trace of green at all.
Even the leaves from the trees were pulled off, soaked until soft, smashed with stones, taken out, cooked and eaten.
Yang Jinwen saw two little girls, one big and one small, holding hands and running as hard as they could, with a few people in rags chasing after them. He wanted to step forward to help, but ended up running straight through those people's bodies.
What Yang Xiuwen saw was a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. He went up the mountain with a bow and arrow and a hatchet. It was winter now, and heavy snow covered all the vegetation on the mountain. He wanted to find a little green.
Unable to do so, he followed the young man unknowingly into the deep mountains and dense forests.
As they walked, there became more and more green. Yang Xiuwen didn't know how long he had been walking. Suddenly he heard a tiger's cry, which scared him. It also scared the teenage boy. He thought
I ran, but my legs didn't obey me and kept shaking.
Suddenly, Yang Xiuwen seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing. He wanted to ask the young man to hide, but the young man seemed to be stuck there, staring at the scene in front of him.
Finally, the young man was able to move on his own. He quickly found a tree and hid behind the tree. His face was a little pale and his legs were still shaking.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was no sound anymore. The young man had now recovered, and was tremblingly ready to go over and take a look. After walking a few steps, his legs were really weak, so he had to crawl.
Fortunately, it was not very far away. After climbing for a while, the young man found a young man wearing rich clothes. You didn't need to touch the clothes on his body. You could tell at a glance that they were of good quality.
About six or seven men in black fell behind the young man. Yang Xiuwen walked past the young man and walked to the men in black. He looked at the snow in front of the place where they fell and found that they were no longer breathing.
Otherwise, there should be snow melted by exhalation in the snow.
The young man was quite alert. After making sure that the men in black were out of breath, he went to check on the young man. He found that the young man still had some faint breath, but he was shivering from the cold, and there was a stab wound on his back.
The young man searched all the men in black, and the harvest was pretty good. Yang Xiuwen couldn't understand how much those silver coins represented. But he calculated that there were more than a dozen, and there were two things that looked like pieces of paper. Carefully,
After looking at it, there was a stamp on it, so it should be a banknote. However, these two were wrapped carefully, probably because they were afraid of getting wet in the snow.