The setting sun has disappeared and night is approaching.
In the small wooden house, candlelight flickered, reflecting a warm world. There were four dishes on the table, including shiny duck meat, bright red sausages, tender vegetables, and a pile of sesame oil dripping with fragrance.
The tangy fermented bean curd, although it is a home-cooked dish in the mountains, is also tempting.
Guo Wu raised one leg on the bench, tore off two shining duck legs with his upper hand, threw one into each bowl of Xiaozhu and Gui Haiming, and laughed loudly: "We people in the mountains rely on the mountains to live on, nothing else is good.
, but there is a lot of game. Girl, brother, you two hurry up and try it. Is it delicious when cooked by Hongfei?"
The Orion man kept selling, but Guo Hongfei lowered his head, held a bowl, and ate only white rice and vegetables. His behavior made Guo Wu smack his lips, slapped Hongfei on the back of the head, and cursed.
: "You brat, please tell me something, you can't beat me with a stick!"
After being slapped by his father, Hongfei almost fell into his job. He raised his eyes, looked at Xiaozhu and Gui Haiming, said softly "Eat food", and lowered his head again. Guo Wu
Seeing this, he was annoyed. He reached out and grabbed a jar of burning knives from the ground, took a large bowl, poured a whole bowl full, raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp.
The strong aroma of wine filled the room. Mo Bai sniffed, stretched out his two paws, and tapped the table gently. Seeing his movements, Guo Wu was surprised and asked Xiao Zhu: "What's wrong with this panda?"
Already?"
Xiaozhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand and rubbed the soft fur on Mo Bai's back: "He is greedy for wine."
Guo Wu laughed loudly when he heard this, and hurriedly took another full bowl and pushed it in front of Mo Bai. The latter simply sat down on the table, holding the bowl, eating bamboo, nibbling one mouthful, and drinking two mouthfuls. Guo Wu was very happy.
Lifting the big bowl, he clinked the glass with the one in Mo Bai's hand: "Hey, this guy is so smart, he did it!"
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Guo Wu was in high spirits when he was in the company of wine. One person and one bear were able to communicate with each other through the wine. He drank half a jar of old wine. Guo Hongfei couldn't stand it anymore and took it from Guo Wu.
He passed the wine bowl and stopped him in a low voice: "Dad, stop drinking."
"Drink! Why don't you drink?" Guo Wu asked with a loud tongue, and he was chattering, "Little Wenzi is only two years old, so I dipped my chopsticks in wine and gave him a drink..."
Having said this, Guo Wu's eyes turned red again. And Hongfei's already pale face was even more pale at this moment. When Xiaozhu saw it, he couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
Guo Hongfei shook his head, indicating that he was fine. But his drunken father staggered forward, trying to take the wine bowl away from him. Hongfei straightened up, pushed open the wooden window, and opened the wooden window.
The wine in the bowl spilled out of the window. Guo Wu hissed in pain, stared and raised his hand as if to hit his son, but his hand stopped in mid-air and trembled for a long time, and finally slowly lowered it, only to
Hongfei patted his shoulder and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You... you stinky boy..."
This man in his forties was like a child at this time, holding on to the empty wine jar and just sitting on the bench in a daze. Guo Hongfei sighed softly and stopped caring about his arms.
While cleaning up the messy table, he apologized to Xiaozhu and Gui Haiming in a low voice: "I'm sorry for making you laugh."
"It's okay. Speaking of which, he's also my master... My little Bai is wrong, which is why Uncle Guo got drunk." Xiao Zhu said apologetically, and gave Mo Bai a slap in the face. The latter patted his belly with a full meal.
, and then raised his paws to make a hand-spreading gesture. His expression was clearly saying, "I'm not drunk enough, what does it have to do with me." It didn't mean any introspection at all.
Gui Haiming suddenly spoke, going straight to the point and asking in a cold voice: "Do you know where Fei is?"
"Bang--"
There was just a crisp sound, and the wine jar that was originally held in Guo Wu's arms fell to pieces on the ground. Guo Hongfei trembled, quickly dropped the dishes in his hands, and whispered, "Dad, don't move."
", then squatted at Guo Wu's feet and carefully picked up the pieces.
"The thing that I, Lao Guo, regret the most in my life is taking Xiao Wenzi up the mountain..."
This sturdy man no longer had the same boldness as before, but now his shoulders slumped, and his whole person seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. I saw his right hand on his knee slowly tightening into a fist, and with force
So big that the veins burst out:
"Twelve years ago, I didn't know why I went crazy, so I took Xiao Wenzi up the mountain to hunt. At that time, Xiao Wenzi was only eight years old, but he could already recite more than a dozen poems. Master Xu and Aunt Li all said that he was a scholar.
With the materials, I won’t have to stay in the mountains all my life in the future, and I can be admitted to the top exam..."
The past events, like smoke and clouds, came to mind one by one. He still remembered the baby who was no higher than his knees, pulling on his trouser legs, shouting "Daddy, Daddy" non-stop, and then reciting poems as if offering treasures.
, the way he shook his head made him laugh. Mr. Xu said that all scholars should have a pseudonym, so he gave the baby the word "Shu Wen", so the people in the village no longer called the baby's nickname A Bao, but all called him "Xiao Wenzi".
, I hope that my baby can be successful, be nominated for a gold medal in the future, and honor his ancestors. However, all my thoughts were wasted in that hot summer...
It was the dog days of summer, and Xiao Wenzi was memorizing poems and books in the house. He was sweating profusely from the heat, and his forehead was covered with shiny beads of sweat. He looked distressed, so he asked his son to follow him up the mountain to hunt and enjoy the cool air. Xiao Wenzi
After hearing this, Wenzi was so happy that he didn't even put on his shoes. He jumped up and down the Ding Mountain with his short legs. The mountain road was difficult to walk, but it was cool in the forest. He was afraid that the little guy would be tired, so he put the little one there.
Wenzi hugged an old camphor tree and told the baby to yell when something happened. Little Wenzi was always well-behaved, so he was not worried, so he walked away a little while carrying his bow and arrow. But when he took the prey and found the old camphor tree, there was no trace of it.
There was no trace of the baby.
He was so anxious that he ran around, yelling and looking for Xiao Wenzi. At that moment, he saw the fog shrouded in the east end of the forest, spreading silently. Wherever the smoke went, the mountain springs dried up and the vegetation withered.
Everything was withering. He was startled and shouted the baby's name. After a while, a figure slowly emerged from the mist. Xiao Wenzi ran out happily, holding his hands high and ran towards him with a smile.
he:
"Daddy, daddy, I saw a very interesting cow."
Heartbroken, he picked up the little guy and held him tightly in his arms. Xiao Wenzi pressed his ear to his ear and said with a smile: "That cow looks so strange, with a white head, a snake tail, and only one
It only had one eye. But it was injured and the eyes were crying all the time. I looked for it for a long time before I saw that there was a very long thorn stuck in its belly. It took me a lot of effort to pull out the thorn.
Daddy, daddy, is Xiao Wenzi awesome?"
"Awesome." Guo Wu responded casually. He felt that his son's forehead next to his cheek was a little warm, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to explore the little guy's forehead - it was indeed very hot. He is a big old man, and he usually doesn't talk about studying.
I have never heard of many folk stories. At this time, after listening to his son's words, he saw that the kid had a fever. He just thought that Xiao Wenzi had caught a cold due to being greedy for cold, so he started talking nonsense and hurried back with the kid in his arms.
After returning home from the town, Guo Wu probed Xiao Wenzi's forehead again and felt that the heat had gone down, and he was no different from ordinary people, so he felt relieved.
He was speechless all night. When the next morning, he called Xiao Wenzi to get up, but he couldn't wake him up. He lifted the quilt and reached out to scratch his son's creaking nest, but what he touched was something cold.
Xiao Wenzi's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were blue, and his plain little face no longer looked rosy as before, but had a cold blue-white color. The little guy, who was only eight years old, had been dead for a long time.
Guo Wu hugged his son and howled like crazy. He hugged his son tightly to his chest, trying to use his own body temperature to warm his son, but he couldn't iron it.
Maybe they heard him crying, and several villagers came to see what was going on. Not long after, even Mr. Xu came over. Facing Mr. Xu's questioning, Guo Wu told him what he had experienced yesterday. After hearing this, Mr. Xu was very surprised.
He was shocked: "It has a white head and a snake tail, and one eye looks like a cow. That's a fly! It's over, it's over, Xiao Wenzi has suffered from the plague!"
Hearing the word "plague", the villagers were shocked and backed away. Even Mr. Xu, who had always loved Xiao Wenzi, did not dare to approach the poor baby. The old man sighed and said to Guo Wu: "Guo Zi, don't leave."
It's my fault that the old man is cruel. Xiao Wenzi can't be buried, you..."
"... Mr. Xu can't explain it, but I understand his reasoning." The old events made this sturdy mountain hunter's eyes red. Guo Wu took a deep breath, as if all his body was exhausted.
I had the strength to continue speaking:
"On that day, I sent Xiao Wenzi away and burned it all. That kid was well-behaved and smart. Before he could grow up and take the No. 1 exam, he was only eight years old, and there was only a handful of ashes left... I blame him.
, it’s all my fault…”
At this point, Guo Wu couldn't talk any more. He raised his big palms with distinct joints and covered his face with all his strength, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
The past events mentioned by Guo Wu made everyone present feel sad: Gui Haiming, who was the first to ask about Fei's whereabouts, remained silent at this time. His cold and heroic face still looked so inhumane, but
His fists were clenched so tightly that his joints turned white. Mo Bai sat on the table, holding his two short arms, and shook his fluffy head helplessly. Xiaozhu couldn't help but
He reached out his hand, gently stroked the elder's back, and comforted him softly:
"Uncle Guo, please stop blaming yourself. Xiao Wenzi has a spirit in heaven, and he definitely doesn't want to see you sad and uncomfortable. Master once said to me that reincarnation has its own destiny, and there are six paths in the world, and the cause and effect are not good. Xiao Wenzi has a heart.
He was kind and eager to help others. Although he died young in this life, God has clearly calculated his account and will definitely reward him well!"
Just listen to Guo Wu's muffled voice: "Seriously?"
"Seriously!" Xiaozhu nodded heavily and actually smiled brightly, "Master said that good and evil will eventually be rewarded. It's not that they won't be repaid. The time has not yet come. Uncle Guo, I know you are very sad when you mention the old things.
Huai. But just think it’s for Xiao Wenzi and Hongfei, don’t feel bad, just smile, okay?”
Hearing her mention Hongfei, Guo Wu put down his hands and raised his eyes, and saw the shy and thin young man standing next to him. He looked at him with a worried face, but he was at a loss as to where he should be.
Where to comfort.
"Nine times out of ten things in life are going to be unsatisfactory. If you face sad things with a sad face, you will become paralyzed. The more sad you are, the more you have to smile, to cheer yourself up and to show smiles to those who care about you.
Uncle Guo, please forgive me and accept the change. If you are sad and uncomfortable, Hongfei must be more worried than you."
Xiaozhu's words made Guo Wu startled. After a while, the wild man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, reached out and patted his adopted son's shoulder vigorously, and twisted the corner of his mouth to squeeze out an ugly smile: "Yes, I still have Hongfei.
.How can I let a brat worry about me..."
"Dad, don't say anything." Guo Hongfei grabbed Guo Wu's arm, put him across his neck, half-carried the strong man to the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and covered him with a thin quilt.
After Guo Hongfei took care of his father, he was busy making bed quilts and arranging arrangements for Xiaozhu and the others: "I'm sorry, the place at home is small. I wanted to give up the two beds to you two, but my father is really drunk..."
"It's okay, it's okay. We are already very grateful to have a sheltered room to sleep in." Xiaozhu waved his hands repeatedly and thanked with a smile.
Finally, Guo Hongfei took care of Guo Wu sleeping in the outer room, while Xiaozhu, Mo Bai, and Gui Haiming crowded in the inner room. As soon as they entered the inner room, Master Mo Bai jumped out of Xiaozhu's arms. He first stretched out his paws and dragged hard
He moved a long bench and placed it across the door. Then he tugged on Xiaozhu's skirt and pointed at the bed. Then he tugged on Gui Haiming's trouser legs and pointed at the bench. Then he climbed up on the table on both hands and feet,
He sat down on the table, folded his arms, faced the bench, and stared at Gui Haiming eagerly, which obviously meant "Don't go even half a step beyond the thunder."
Gui Haiming glanced at Mo Bai coldly and sent a mocking look. He sat on the stool without saying a word, straightening his back and keeping his body as still as a mountain. Xiaozhu lay on his side on the wooden bed, sleeping with his clothes on.
After Mo Bai stared for a while as if to guard against a thief, his eyelids began to fight. After all, he couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes. His chubby body fell backwards and curled up into a black and white fur ball.
