The cruel reality left this woman in the barren mountains forever. I held her child and stood in front of her gradually cold body. My heart hurt so much that I was almost numb. I tried my best to hold back and didn't want to cry out, but as soon as I saw her
face, and when I think of the vague emotions she once gave me, I feel like a part of my life has been forcibly taken away.
The child in her arms didn't know anything. Although she was still very young, it could be seen from her facial features that she looked very much like her mother. She was babbling, and her small pair of eyes were shrouded in gray mist.
His eyes moved left and right for a while, perhaps there was a spiritual connection between mother and daughter. After whispering and stopping breathing, the child suddenly burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly.
Her little hands struggled out of my arms and grabbed forward, as if she wanted to touch her mother again and ask her mother to kiss her again.
But, it couldn't be better. When she was at her most ignorant and at the beginning of her life, the person closest to her in this world had already left her.
I held the child and stood there for a long time, until the tears dried on my face, and then I put the child, who was tired from crying and fell asleep, back to the bed. In compliance with Qingyu's last wish, I silently packed up her body and put it in the cave.
A big fire was lit outside.
She didn't want anyone to find her again. I could understand her mood. For many, many people, her existence was no longer important. I cremated Qingyu's body, then collected her ashes, held the child, and
The ashes are scattered in every corner of the barren mountain.
"No one will find you again..."
In those two days, I felt exhausted both physically and mentally, and wanted to take a deep sleep at all costs. But I couldn't. There was still that young life that needed my care. I held her in my arms and sat in the warm sunshine outside the cave. I liked her.
I slowly raised it above my head and looked at her smiling face without any worries or worries. When I looked at her, I felt that the goal of life was completely lost in an instant. I had no other thoughts but just wanted her to grow up healthy and happy.
big.
But in my understanding, this child named Qingqing grew up alone in the barren mountains. It was not until a lost hunter took her away that she came into contact with the most real world for the first time. I don’t
Knowing what will happen next, in my mind at this moment, even if I die, it is impossible for her to be harmed in any way.
Therefore, I was cautious and did not dare to make any negligence. She was too small and her body was very delicate. The weather was still very cold at this time, so I did not dare to let her suffer a little bit of cold. That kind of care and care has reached the extreme.
Her mother died and she had no milk to eat. I fed her milk powder and cooked the millet originally prepared for her mother very thick and fed her together. I was very tired every day. It was psychological exhaustion that caused me to be depressed.
But no matter how tired she is, when I see her smile with satisfaction and happiness after eating, and then fall into a sweet sleep, I feel that such fatigue is worth it.
At the same time, I feel extremely sad. This child has no fault at all. She is the most innocent. Because of the setback of fate, she has been separated from her parents since she was born. She has lost the right to observe the world. No one will compensate her. Every time
Thinking of this, I feel that she is as important as my life.
I moved the stove farther outside the cave, lest the smoke produced during cooking would hit the child sleeping in the cave. It is difficult to take care of such a small child. I have no experience, so I have to adapt temporarily.
I have to go back and forth on the stove several times a day to warm up the cold milk and rice paste. Even if I am sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, I have to get up as soon as the baby cries.
The child is growing very fast. I didn’t expect her to eat so much. The milk powder that I thought was sufficient was almost used up in two months. I squatted by the stove and thought about going out to buy some things, but she
She is still young, so even carrying her for such a long distance is still a burden.
Suddenly, I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and my heart suddenly exploded. I saw a gray thing approaching the hole at some point, looking into the hole.
I dropped the pot, picked up a fire stick and ran over, feeling panicked. When I turned around, I saw that it was a half-grown wolf, not fully grown. Because of this, it
Lacking the cunningness of an adult wolf, I ran and shouted loudly, trying to scare it away, but it turned around and flashed its two fangs at me.
I don't hate this kind of animal, but it depends on the situation. If it threatens the children in the cave, then I will kill it without any hesitation, without any room for negotiation. This is a very courageous little wolf.
I just wanted to scare it away, but seeing that it showed no intention of flinching, I made up my mind that I had to kill it. I couldn't let it remember this cave.
My movements became very fast, and when I ran forward, I swung the stick at him with a very heavy blow. The stick as thick as my forearm could have hit the wolf on the head, and it broke immediately.
There is a saying in our area that an animal like a wolf is called an iron-headed tofu waist, which means that its head is very hard and resistant to blows. Its waist is its weak point. Such a rough blow did not knock it unconscious.
The wolf shook his head, shook off the sawdust on his head, and swooped over.
I threw away the stick in my hand and grabbed its two front paws. I didn't have the ability of old monk Wu Nian to tear apart a tiger and leopard, but at that time my mind was completely empty and I only had the thought of killing it. I staggered.
, I fell and rolled together with the wolf. Its hind legs kicked back and forth a few times. I couldn't move to deal with it, and suddenly there were several deep blood marks on my thighs.
"You are seeking death on your own." I held my breath, and the breath that seemed to bring me strength came out from every pore in my body, and then poured into my arms. My right hand suddenly exerted force and twisted
One of its front paws.
With a bang, I heard the sound of the wolf's front paws being twisted, which caused it to howl in pain. I didn't relax, so I took the opportunity to grab a stone and hit the wolf's head hard.
There was a muffled sound, and the wolf was obviously stunned by the heavy blow. I didn't leave any options behind, and then hit it again, smashing it to the ground. The stones in my hand fell like raindrops, completely
Disorganized, rough and frantic.
After being hit all over the head and face like this for at least twenty or thirty times, the wolf gradually stopped struggling and finally died on the spot. I turned over and got up, and when my body shook, I felt a burning pain on both thighs. I dropped the stone in my hand.
, hurriedly ran back to the cave, the child was still sleeping soundly, I hugged her tightly in my arms.
I heard people say that wolf meat is very thick and not tasty, and I didn’t eat its body, so I dug a hole to bury the wolf carcass. When I was cleaning up the scene, I picked up a bloody wolf on the ground.
The wolf fang was probably knocked off by a random smash just now.
It took more than an hour to clean up here, and it was getting dark. After entering the cave, I didn't feel sleepy at all, and I felt very uneasy. Since this half-grown wolf appeared, there must be other similar ones. I remembered
I remember what Qingqing said to me when I met her before.
She was raised by a she-wolf.
My mind is very confused, because I only know the result of the matter, but not the process, and I can't judge what will happen next.
The child was sleeping soundly, and I watched over her, guarding her every step of the way. The night in the mountains was very quiet, and also very boring. I took out the cleaned wolf tooth, thought about it, and slowly carved it with a knife.
I missed the word Qingqing.
In fact, her name should be Chen Qingqing, but after I learned about what happened in Dayanpo at that time, and witnessed the pain Qingyu experienced in the last period of her life, my impression of Mr. Chen completely changed. I don’t hate him.
, because there is no reason to hate him, I just want to forget this person.
I pulled out a few strands of silk thread from my clothes, formed a thin rope, threaded the wolf fang, and gently put it on the sleeping child's neck.
From this moment on, she has a name, her name is Qingqing.
I finally understood, thoroughly understood, why when I first met Qingqing, she felt so familiar and close to me, as if there was no distance. She would have no defense against me and would wake up when I was asleep.
Look at me silently and watch me cry.
At that time, I was very confused and didn’t know all this. But now I know that since she was born, the person who has been with her has been me. She may not remember it, but deep in her heart, there is
my breath.
After much consideration, for the sake of safety, I took Qingqing and left the cave where I had lived for a long time. Moving was very troublesome. After being busy for several days, I moved to a small cave on the back of the barren mountain. After that, there was not much
Things happened, but they were still so ordinary. Qingqing never gained weight. He was not as cute as other children. He was small, thin, and had a delicate face, especially those gray eyes, which made people feel distressed.
She knows she is satisfied, and will behave well when she is full. As the weather gets warmer, I will hold her for a walk outside. When she was half a year old, I took her up a mountain for the first time and found the top of the mountain.
That little hole.
After so many years, everything in the cave seems to have never changed. The huge stone tripod is like a mark, staying here. Qingqing has no vision, she does not know the changes in the environment, but when I hold her closer,
When she turned on the stone cauldron, she hummed twice as if she had a telepathy in her heart.
Many things are doomed. It doesn't mean that I can do whatever I want. Maybe sometimes there are many things that cannot be changed by human power. I stood next to the stone tripod and thought of too many past events. There are countless bird beak inscriptions densely packed on the stone tripod. I
I'm thinking about whispering the very important message I left behind before I died, but I still can't understand it until now.
The beak inscription represents the essence of this world.