In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, due to successive years of natural disasters, the land of Yanzhao was barren. In April of the Gregorian calendar, although it has entered the theoretical summer and the spring sowing work has come to an end, the red land is thousands of miles away, sparsely populated, and there are dead vines and old trees everywhere. The scene with the dusky crow.

This is a small village with only about a dozen houses on the North China Plain near the edge of the Great Wall. Although it is small, there is only one family left in the small village to avoid the war.

A rural woman in her thirties was sitting on a small stool in front of the earthen stove, pulling the bellows. What was burning under the pot were the doors and windows of her home.

Her name is Cuihua. She is originally from Shenyang. Because her husband loves her very much, the neighbors also jokingly call her husband Cuihua. Maybe they are jealous of her beauty. During the September 18th Incident, her husband was still holding her baby in one hand. Her son, holding her hand with one hand, desperately followed the flow of people to escape into the pass.

The first few days were a little better, because I had 5 oceans and some copper coins with me, so the couple could spend their time frugally.

But Shenyang is thousands of miles away from Guan Nei, and it is really difficult to walk on just two feet. As day by day passed, all the money and food were finally spent.

No matter how hard it was, he could not treat his son badly. In order to supplement his wife Cuihua's milk supply, her husband Cuihua used her brute strength to walk all the way south, working various odd jobs along the way.

The road was twists and turns, although it was very hard, but the family of three could be together, and the couple was quite satisfied. They never argued or anything like before, and they always tolerated each other.

But one day, when the husband was helping to weed the grass at a wealthy family's house, the mother and son, who were hiding in a dilapidated mountain temple, were robbed by island bandits pretending to be Chinese.

At the critical moment, the mother, who was eager for her son, broke out. She ran forward so fast that she even left the island bandits who had been chasing behind her far behind.

In Cuihua's mind, she firmly remembered her husband's words, which was to go all the way south. She hugged her son tightly and ran out many miles in one breath.

Finally out of danger, Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief, and then collapsed on the ground due to excessive exertion.

After Cuihua came back from rest, she saw that her son was still sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but smile. But she looked around and soon discovered a terrible fact. She was lost and could never return to the place where her husband was still alive. Breathtaking mountain temple.

Cuihua lost contact with her husband!!

After crying uncontrollably, Cuihua gritted her teeth, hugged her son without hesitation and continued to flee into the pass, asking for news about her husband along the way.

...

In China, which has a vast land and abundant resources, finding a person is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. Cuihua was disappointed again and again.

But Cuihua has always believed that her husband is still alive in the world, and he must be searching for her as hard as she is.

So, Cuihua carried her son and headed south, begging along the road as she walked. After going through all kinds of hardships and suffering, she finally came to Guannai and settled in this deserted small village.

She was very pleased to see that the owner of this house left behind many useful items, such as simple furniture, farm tools...

Having arrived at a theoretically safe place, she decided to stay temporarily as she did not want to wander around anymore.

She cultivated pieces of land in front of and behind her house, planted various kinds of food, and finally settled down gradually.

But she was always thinking about her long-lost husband. Whenever she had free time, she would hold her son and wait blindly at the entrance of the village, hoping that one day her husband would suddenly appear.

Two years have passed, and my son Gou Sheng has learned to walk and call his mother, but there is still no news from the long-awaited husband.

Every night is a kind of torture for Cuihua, who is living like a year. Her son will soon fall asleep. When Cuihua is free, she will fall asleep thinking about her husband's voice and smile.

...

Although her clothes were very shabby and had patches everywhere, they were very clean. The scorched yellow and earthy color on her face silently spoke of the hardships of life. It seemed that Jiang Zi had been living her life for a long time.

As the saying goes, a man's clothes and a horse's saddle match each other. Although Cuihua, who is in her thirties, is unusually unpretentious in her clothing, her youthful beauty can be vaguely seen through her curvy figure and fair neck.

The fire was burning very brightly. Cuihua looked thoughtfully at the small pieces of wood that had been split by a broken ax on the ground. She stretched out her right hand that was calloused by long-term work, grabbed a piece of wood, and pulled out a piece of wood.

Throw it in.

"Hey, I heard at the market a few days ago that Shanghai is recruiting workers. Anyway, the food at home is only enough for this meal. If I can't finish the meal, I will take my children to Shanghai!

It is said that the person who leads the work is a hero named Shenma Huo Qilin. He is very righteous and eager to help the poor. I hope he will not dislike me for bringing my child and can arrange a sewing and mending service for me.

Just work.”

The woman named Cuihua turned her head and looked at the little boy who was playing in the mud in the yard. Her eyes were full of endless kindness. She tucked her somewhat split hair behind her ears and couldn't help but smile.

"Goucheng, be careful and play slowly, don't knock yourself!"

Cuihua didn't say anything. After hearing her mother's instructions, the little friend named Gou Sheng ran over in a blink of an eye.

"Mom, mom, the dog is hungry."

This tiger-headed little friend suddenly threw himself into his mother's arms, clamoring for food. His mother gently stroked his little face and said with a smile: "Gou Sheng, you like to eat the vegetable buns that your mother made for you."

What?"

Hearing this, Gou Sheng smiled and jumped up and down and said, "Okay, okay, I want to eat vegetable buns now!"

"Haha, why are you so anxious? You have to let mom untie you even if you want to breastfeed, you little rascal! Be obedient and you'll be fine in a moment."

While Cuihua was talking, she took a moment to poke Gou Sheng's brow with her right hand. A smile spread across her face, and the hardships of life were temporarily gone.

Gou Sheng nodded, pretending to be serious and said: "Well, Gou Sheng will definitely listen to his mother. If Gou Sheng does not make his mother angry, Gou Sheng will be obedient."

Seeing that her son was so sensible, Cuihua's face blossomed with a smile. She touched her son's head and said with a smile: "Gou Sheng is so good, let's go play for a while."

"Um!"

Gou Sheng jumped away again, but after just two steps, he stopped, looked back at his mother, and hesitated to speak.

Zhizi Moruomu, seeing her son's appearance, it was obvious that this woman knew what he wanted to say. Thinking of this, her own face turned a little cloudy, and there was some shiny liquid in the corners of her eyes.

While her son was not paying attention, Cuihua quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves and tried her best to put on a smile. The brilliance of motherhood once again enveloped her.

"Gou Sheng, why don't you stop playing? Do you miss your dad?"

"Mom, don't you always tell me that I have a good father and that he will come home soon? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Woooooooo..."

When she heard her son mentioning her husband, the young woman couldn't bear it anymore, hugged her son and burst into tears.

The mother's crying frightened the 3-year-old little friend and infected him. Gou Sheng also cried with his mother.

The mother and son held each other's hands and cried, and a sad atmosphere quickly enveloped the dilapidated farmhouse. The sky, which was sunny just now, quickly turned to dark clouds, and then the light rain started to fall non-stop.

The young woman seemed to hear a hint of faint singing. This song is "Let Tears Turn into Acacia Rain" that has been popular in the streets and alleys in recent years.

Cuihua, who heard the sound, hugged her son and cried bitterly, began to hum and cry: "

It's a very lonely day

It's raining a little sadly

This is me who cares a lot

and an indifferent ending

I used to work hard for love

Used to escape for love

Escape from the familiar past

Escape from the strange you

It's a very lonely day

It's raining a little sadly

This is me who cares a lot

and an indifferent ending

Never hear from you again

I no longer know your secret

Only the familiar past

Only the strange you

in those black and white dreams

No more memories of blue and purple

At this age when we meet and break up

There are always some traces of rain and wind

For the continuation of that pale love

For the beauty gained and lost

Just let this dry the tears that flowed out again

Turning into the rain of lovesickness all over the sky

For the continuation of that pale love

For the beauty gained and lost

Just let this dry the tears that flowed out again

Turning into the rain of lovesickness all over the sky

It's a very lonely day

It's raining a little sadly

..."

Without the mother's help, the fire in the earthen stove was about to go out. God seemed to have caught the mother and son's misfortune, and appeared to help. The wind picked up, and the stove fire roared brightly again.
To be continued...