This Spring Festival ended on the "journey" of adults carrying bacon and rice on their backs. The lively atmosphere of the New Year cannot cover up the "sorrow" of parting.

The children are reluctant to leave adults.

Adults are reluctant to leave their children too.

But there is no way. In order to live, you have to go out to work and earn money.

My father spat in everyone's palm and then applied it evenly with his fingers. We don't understand what "rules" are the father. But there are always things that adults think are the "reason" when doing things.

My father told me earnestly: "Second, you have to work harder. Try to get into a good school. We will also support you in your studies."

Xiaojie: "Dad, don't worry. I will definitely do better than some people."

The father nodded with satisfaction and touched Xiaojie's head again. Then he looked at Jun Ge'er: "Three, you should study hard too. Don't follow Secretary Li's son and others to mess with him. The parents and old men are capable, and they can deal with anything they have to do. If you cause something, we will not be able to deal with it. Remember?"

Brother Jun was very unhappy and said with grievance: "I didn't mess with them. We are studying together and doing homework together."

My father: "Okay, be good. Dad is for your own good." After that, he hugged Brother Jun in his arms and stroked his head.

The van master was urging: "Lao Mu is about to get on the bus. Otherwise, he won't be able to catch up."

Mother: "You know what to do. Come on the bus quickly. It's not good for everyone to wait for you alone."

After the father finished explaining to his two younger brothers, he bent down and got into the van after being urged by everyone. He stuck his head out of the window: "Boss, call if you have any news..."

The van has "departed". The three of us brothers are also worried and are in a heavy mood to watch the van carrying the adults disappear from our sight step by step.

Then I slowly went back.

The atmosphere of the New Year became much deserted at the moment when adults left.

Walking on the road, I don’t know what my brothers are thinking. But my feelings are particularly sad.

At that moment, the mood was both lonely and helpless; sad and lost; hesitant and melancholy...

I thought selfishly that it would be great if I was an "only son" like others. In that case, I would not have given a bowl of rice to three people. I would not have "not enough to eat" and I would not have "no food in the trough".

I hate that I have such selfish thoughts. This is terrible. I dislike that I have such selfish thoughts.

I also feel that my younger brothers are very pitiful. They "devoted" to such a family like me. They don't eat well, don't dress well, and are beaten and scolded. Everyone endures hardships and suffers together. They also implicate their father and mother for our hardships.

Brother Jun said to me, "Brother, we want to go and have fun by ourselves."

If you don’t feed pigs at home, there will be nothing to do. It’s the New Year and the winter vacation again.

Me: "Go and have fun. If you are hungry, come back early."

Jun Ge'er and Xiaojie went to play happily.

I walked along the highway aimlessly and walked to the bridge without realizing it. I walked down the river bank of the bridge to the concrete pier on the gate above the river dam of the "Datangyan".

My emotions were so low. I felt like I was shrouded in deep sadness.

The cement pier at the gate was blown very clean by the river wind. After sitting down, my butt felt a little cold. It didn't matter.

Just sat down quietly, with your feet hanging on the edge of the cement pier. Below is the water of the Xigui River that is rushing down from the river dam. On the shore below, there is a large black mark on the cement dam burning something.

My eyes were staring at the rushing river. Slowly, everything around disappeared in the sound of "waving..." flowing water. I only saw that the river surface became extremely wide. It seemed that this river was the only river between heaven and earth.

The river surface is like the sea surface, and I feel like I am immersed in this sea. I float...

A cold wind blew, awakening me. It turned out that I had been staring at the river for a long time. I had already entered a dizzy state. If it weren't for this cold wind, I would have fallen into the river.

Suddenly I was a little scared of death! Death is such a terrible word.

I wanted to leave this dangerous place quickly. However, due to the long hanging period, my feet were already bloodshot and numb. I had to stand up sideways and climb in slowly. I dragged my feet onto the cement pier surface and put them on. It was really cold to press my face against the cement pier surface.

After a while, I felt that my feet could move. I slowly held the cement monument with the word "沪" and stood up slowly. My feet were still a little soft. I slowly moved from "沪" to "沪", and then moved from "沪" to "沪" to "沪".

Finally left the river and quickly lay on a pile of grain poles on the bank of the river to rest.

Looking up at the sky, I suddenly wanted to laugh!

Me, what's wrong?

It's so sad when I celebrate the Chinese New Year. I almost had an accident just now.

I remembered the miserable and happy times I played at Wu Hua’s house when I was a child.

At that time, the "Datangwei" was being built here.

There were many mice in Wu Hua's house. These hateful mice bit many holes in his wall. We saw the river building a "barrow dam" and a lot of cement was piled up on the bank. I wanted to get some cement to fill in the mouse hole in his house.

We found the person guarding the cement and hoped that he could give us some cement. But he didn't give it to us, and he educated us righteously. What did you say: Cement belongs to the country, how can you give it to him casually? If you want it, he will ask for it, everyone will ask for it. If you have ten pounds, he will ten pounds, no matter how much cement is, it will not fill people's hearts.

We were very wronged at the time. We didn't know what he meant by saying these words. But when we made up our minds to do this, no one could stop us.

We just stayed there and didn't leave. Some dam workers scolded us when they saw our children there. They said it was very dangerous, with nails, wires, messy wooden boards, stones, etc. on the ground, and they would fall into the river if they accidentally drowned. What should I do if I drowned? They also said that there were invisible "electric tigers" on the ground, and they wanted to eat people. They drove us away.

We didn't leave, but we even pulled us. What could our little arms withstand their big and powerful pull? It hurt us so much that we cried.

The adult might have felt compassion. He swept some leaking cement on the ground to us. We stopped crying, and then happily mentioned Wu Hua's house.

Wu Hua's mother saw us mention a plastic bag of cement and went back. She asked: "Wu Laoer, have you two stole other people's cement from the dam?" While saying that, she picked up the bamboo pole on the ground and hit Wu Hua's body.

Wu Hua and we hurriedly explained: "It was not stolen. It was given to us by others."

Wu Hua's mother could hear us. After a storm, Wu Hua was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face. Although I was not beaten, I was also shocked.

I said, "Wu Hua, I want to go back."

Wu Hua: "Is it a brother?"

I am."

Wu Hua: "If you are brothers, please go with me and bring some shasha to fill in the mouse hole."

Wu Hua, who was limping, went to the river and took some sand with both hands. Mixed the cement, mixed it with some water, then picked it up silently with a basin, grab it with your hands to repair the mouse hole. However, some of the mouse holes were big and deep, and it disappeared a little when it filled in. We had to pick up some stones and fill it in the hole, and then grab the mortar to repair it.

Wu Hua's mother watched me make up the mouse hole, and she was there alone crying quietly.

After we finished repairing, we scooped water and washed our hands. We found that our hands had turned white by the cement and our skin was always shrinking and wrinkles.

When Wu Hua and I saw her crying, they walked over and asked her what was wrong.

She suddenly hugged Wu Hua and burst into tears. She cried and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my mother was wrong. She shouldn't have hit you without asking any questions. Mom looked at the cement you brought back, which contained mud, sand, stones, and grass."

Wu Hua: "I said we didn't steal it. They swept it from the ground and gave it to us. You don't believe it."

Mother Wu cried for a while and then went to cook for us.

After dinner, I didn't go home, but lived with Wu Hua. I took off my clothes at night and saw that Wu Hua's body was covered with scars from whipping black and green bamboo poles.

I asked, "Do you feel pain?"

Wu Hua: "It hurts."

I asked again: "Do you blame your mother?"

Wu Hua: "No wonder. I'm used to beating. It'll be better in a few days."

After blowing out the kerosene lamp, we slept with broken cotton wool.

At night, Wu Hua woke up in pain if she turned over if she didn't pay attention.

At night, I encountered Wu Hua's scars when I was not careful and woke him up again.

His family lives nearby. I haven't seen him for many years.

Let’s just go to his house to check it out. It’s the Chinese New Year, and he should be at home.
Chapter completed!