"Chirky..."

The birds' chirping came from the same direction, and the rising sun just emerged from behind the mountains in the distance.

The breeze blew by in the morning, and there was still some mist in front of and behind the house, which gradually melted with the sunshine.

Next to the entrance of the village, there are some old houses in front of the yard.

"Fushi, just follow Uncle Yang and the others to the school. I will come to the school to pick you up in the afternoon. If I don't have time to come, you can come back with the rest of the village and don't run around."

"I got it, dad, I'm going to school. Mom, I'm going to school. Goodbye mom..."

"...Old Yang, please help me watch Fushi."

"Don't worry, I'm sending my child to school too. Besides, Fu Shi is sensible and won't run around."

The woman stood blankly by the yard, her hair neatly combed and she was wearing thick clothes.

The boy looked like he was eight or nine years old, carrying a schoolbag and going to school.

The middle-aged man asked the boy to follow him, and a villager who also wanted to send his child to school in the village. After a few more words, he asked the villager to say a word.

He watched the boy shouting, ran out of the yard quickly, and said something to another child brought by the villager, and moved away from the village.

The middle-aged man turned his head and pulled the newly crafted one by one, carrying some green baskets and dustpans next to him.

The dustpan and smaller baskets were stacked and placed in two equally newly woven baskets.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the woman who was still standing in a daze.

"My wife, I have to go out and go to the town. I sell these newly woven bamboo baskets and dustpans. I will buy some vegetables after I sell them."

"I sold these things and bought vegetables, and I'll come back with you. Just stay at home and wait for me to come back, don't run around."

The middle-aged man reminded the woman that the woman was just standing in a daze, her eyes dissipated, and I don’t know if she understood it.

"I'm leaving, you go back to the house, go back to sit, don't wait outside the house. The weather is cold, and the wind will blow for a long time, it will be bad."

"Go back to the house, wife, go back to the house and sit down."

The middle-aged man said to the woman, wanting the woman to go back to the house and wait,

But the woman was still standing in this yard.

"Then I'll get you some more clothes to put on. You can wear them thicker and don't catch a cold."

“…Come on, put on your clothes.”

The middle-aged man was limping his legs and hurried into the house, and then found a thick coat to come out.

Put it on the woman again.

"...It's going to be cold, just go into the house and don't keep standing in the yard. I sold these things, bought vegetables, and came back."

The middle-aged man kept giving some advice to women and repeatedly said a lot.

Finally, I took a shoulder pole and carried the baskets on both sides.

This is the weird world.

Perhaps, it’s not that people say so much, but that people want to listen.

"...Wife, I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

"Good it in the house, don't run around, I'll come back with you..."

The middle-aged man carried baskets on both sides and lame his legs and walked out of the yard.

He kept turning his head and repeatedly reminded the woman.

"You're fine in the house..."

The middle-aged man reminded him again and did not turn back.

Carrying baskets on both sides, my feet were a little lame, and I gradually walked away from the village.

The woman was wearing thick clothes and stood in a daze in the yard, her eyes scattered, facing the entrance of the village without making any sound.

Waiting for the middle-aged man to carry the basket, his limping figure is about to disappear outside the entrance of the village.

The woman's face was stunned, facing the entrance of the village, and walked a few steps outside the yard.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man disappeared in the distance, and the woman stopped again and stood there blankly.

Facing towards the entrance of the village, his eyes were dissipated and he stood there blankly.

...

"…Yan Chengde, the husband of the fallen traitor, died when his child was eight or nine years old."

Chen Lun and the other two stood by the yard, but in the yard before, no one on the road could notice it.

Chen Lun's eyes fell in front of him, on the woman standing blankly.

Rao Chang looked at the woman from time to time, raised his head from time to time, thinking about something.

Shu Rou turned her head, looked at the middle-aged man's figure in the distance to the village entrance, and said something.

The boy who ran out of the yard and went to school just now is eight or nine years old.

"Yan Chengde died on the way to sell things. Chen Lun, should we follow and take a look?"

Shu Rou asked out a voice and looked back at Chen Lun.

Chen Lun didn't turn his eyes, but his eyes were still calm and fell on the woman.

Seeing this, Shu Rou didn't ask any more questions. She stood beside Chen Lun, turned her head and looked at the woman.

...

The woman was wearing thick clothes and stood in a daze in the yard.

Facing towards the entrance of the village, the eyes were distracted and there was no movement for a long time.

The scene around us has not changed, but time seems to be changing rapidly.

The sun that had just emerged from behind the mountain in the distance gradually climbed up to the top,

In front of the house, the wisps of mist seemed to be blown away by the morning wind.

The sunshine that fell on the body brought some warmth.

The woman was just like that, and she kept standing in the yard.

At this time,

I don't know where the shouts and words came from, and they became a little noisy.

“…There was an accident outside the village and a car accident.”

"Old Yan was hit... There is no one in Yan's house who knows what to do now. Come over and help..."

"... Lao Yan was hit by a car, hurry up and go over..."

"... The driver was caught by Lao Qi from the village and was not allowed to run away... The ambulance came and left again, saying that he died on the spot and could not be saved..."

"...Hey, Yan Crook is dead, what should I do if there is an orphan and widowed mother left... This is a damn person, and there is still a problem with his brain..."

"... Everyone took the initiative and took Lao Yan back first. They are all from the same village. You can't let Lao Yan fall here..."

The sound was noisy, there were shouts, speaking, and sighing.

It's just in this yard,

The woman was still standing there with her eyes scattered towards the entrance of the village.

It seems that women are crazy and stupid.

The villagers were busy helping with the car accident, but no one came to inform the woman.

The woman stood in a daze in the yard, and the noise around her gradually calmed down again.

The sun rising from behind the mountain here will approach the other side of the mountain.

It's already dusk.

Afterglow stretched the shadows of everything in this village and this yard very long.

"...Mom, I'm back...Mom, where is Dad..."

The child is back, he is back,

He shouted, and then gradually slowed down.

The woman listened to the child's voice, turned her head, and stood still blankly.

In the distance, follow the road outside the village,

The middle-aged man is back.

But it was brought back by the villagers.

The newly weaved basket was stained with some blood, and the villagers used the basket to carry the middle-aged man's body back.

At this moment,

The surrounding scenery changes rapidly.

It seems to be on the mountain outside the village.

Looking down from the mountainside, you can see the entrance of the village and the old house at the entrance of the village.

A new grave was built on the mountainside.

I don't know if I understand, the woman stood in front of the grave.

The boy next to him pulled his mother's arm.

"Mom, I will take good care of you."

"Dad, I will take good care of my mom."
Chapter completed!