The two were locked in a stalemate, and the girl looked very dull and motionless.
Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, with hope and beauty in my eyes.
The special flush on her face caused her brows to furrow slightly. The bag she held in her hands tightened again and again, and she finally swallowed the unspeakable weakness.
The little hands covered with bruises stretched out to the sky, trying to catch the brightest star.
No matter what, she can't touch it.
"Why didn't you hum a little tune today?" The man's heavy breathing sounded in her ears.
For a long time, a sad and resentful ditty has been melodious in the night sky.
But Mantou recognized it, it was a Bashu ditty sung by her sister.
Mantou ran back as if he was running away. Although Mantou still didn't understand what Yun Yu Zhi Huan was, he could see that she didn't do it voluntarily.
After running for a long time, Mantou knelt exhausted at the door of the thatched cottage, sweating uncontrollably, his eyes were empty, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was pale.
vomit!
A ball of black liquid spit out from the steamed bun's mouth and he fainted.
On the eastern horizon, a bit of purple is slowly rising.
Awan struggled to push the soldier on top of her aside. Tiredly wearing her torn bellyband, she tightened the bag in her hand and staggered towards the woods.
In the thatched house.
Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at something that seemed to be at the door. He stood up to take a look.
"Steamed bun, what's wrong with you, steamed bun."
Su Ming came to the door, wiped the dirt from the corners of the steamed bun's mouth, and carried him into the thatched hut.
"What's wrong, brother?" Duan Zhanlu softened his eyes and stood up and said.
"I don't know, I woke up in the morning and saw the steamed bun lying at the door." Su Ming frowned and said anxiously.
"Let me see what's going on." Duan Zhanlu came to Su Ming's side and said.
"He vomited. Could it be that he ate something bad?" Su Ming looked at Duan Zhanlu and said.
"Probably, I'll get some water." Duan Zhanlu turned around and said.
"Where's Miss Awan? Why didn't I see her when I got up so early?" Su Ming said as he took the water handed over by Duan Zhanlu.
"Is she not here? I just woke up, so I don't know." Duan Zhanlu said.
Su Ming held the steamed bun and fed it into his mouth bit by bit.
"It's okay, I drank it in." Su Ming looked at the steamed buns and said.
Snap!
The sound of knocking on the door came from outside.
"Who?" Duan Zhanlu walked toward the door alertly.
Su Ming also stood up very vigilantly, holding the steamed bun behind him.
"Brother, brother, come quickly."
Duan Zhanlu's panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"What's wrong……"
Su Ming ran out and saw Awan crawling on the ground.
"Awan, what's wrong with you? Why is this happening!" Su Ming said with a trembling voice, picking up Awan who was lying on the ground.
"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Awan looked at Su Ming with tender eyes, her voice was very soft, as if she had no strength.
"Brother, blood..." Duan Zhanlu pointed at Awan and said.
"Where?"
Su Ming was about to go see it, but was stopped by Awan.
"Please, don't look." Awan said with a pleading voice.
Although the words came out of his mouth, Su Ming's eyes spoke faster than his voice.
The blood was soaked through A-wan's pants, and the bright red footprints in the distance showed that A-wan had walked a long way.
"What are you..." Su Ming looked at Awan with distress and confusion.
"Brother, can I tell you a story?" Awan looked at Su Ming, her eyes filled with tears, and she said with a sigh.
"Say." Su Ming said softly.
"That was the winter three years ago..." Awan looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky and recalled the old past.
three years ago.
In the thatched house, a middle-aged woman was holding a girl and humming a little tune.
"Aniang, Aniang, Wan'er is hungry." The girl pouted, holding the middle-aged woman's hand and shaking it.
"Wan'er, be good, it will be good if your father comes back early tomorrow morning." The middle-aged woman hugged the girl and said.
This wait lasted more than ten days.
The middle-aged woman looked at the brazier in front of her with empty eyes. She had been hungry for a long time, and there was no extra flesh on her face. Although her skin and bones were a bit exaggerated, they were consistent.
"Wan'er, Wan'er, don't sleep." The middle-aged woman said while holding the girl in her arms.
"Auntie, I'm hungry." The girl spat out a few words weakly, her eyes distracted.
The middle-aged woman bit her lips, with tears streaming from her eyes. She put down the girl in her arms and walked out the door. After taking two steps, she turned back and looked at the motionless girl lying on the ground, as if she had made a decision.
Not long after, a middle-aged woman carrying cassava and disheveled came in from the door.
The fragrance of cassava is so sweet in the cold winter.
"Wan'er, look, what is this?" the middle-aged woman forced a smile and said to the girl.
The girl looked at the steaming cassava, then at the middle-aged woman, and the saliva from the corner of her mouth flowed uncontrollably.
"Mom, you eat first." The girl swallowed her saliva and pushed the cassava towards the middle-aged woman.
"Aniang has eaten, Awan, let's eat." The middle-aged woman said.
In this way, the girl rarely filled her stomach.
In the following days, the middle-aged woman would come back with cassava every morning, but her body was getting thinner and she was sometimes so weak that she had to sleep for a long time.
"Mommy, why is it still cassava? Can you change it?" the girl pouted and said to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then came to the girl's side and stroked her head. She didn't say anything, but the smile on her face looked so helpless.
One day, the girl woke up from her dream in the middle of the night and found no one beside her bed. She got up and looked for it. It might be the footprints of a middle-aged woman for several days, forming a small path in the snow.
The girl used the moonlight to look for the middle-aged woman along the path.
For a long time, the girl walked through the trees and looked at the fire in the distance.
The man's heavy breathing, the woman's delicate whisper, and the girl looked at the woman under the man by the firelight, her face was extremely familiar.
The girl covered her mouth that wanted to scream with her hands and suppressed her screams. Her eyes were very desperate.
The middle-aged woman turned her head and looked towards the trees, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and a familiar smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, gentle and ironic.
Her gentle eyes seemed to be telling the girl not to be afraid, she was fine, but who knew that the helplessness in her eyes was mocking the human heart of this world.
The little figure shuttled through the woods, panting and running. The lingering images in his mind were lingering, making the girl cry hysterically, making the girl feel particularly helpless.
The middle-aged woman's hand caressed the girl's head. The girl turned around, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears on her cheeks.
"Wan'er, be good, don't cry, grandma is back." The middle-aged woman hugged Awan and said softly.
The middle-aged woman looked up at the starry sky, tears from the corners of her eyes slid down her thin cheeks, her eyes were empty, and she was not dead, but her heart was like a stone sinking into the deep sea, and despair swept through her body and mind.
Despite this, she still wants to live, and the belief that can support her survival is the girl she holds in her arms.