Many past events in life, some happened yesterday and have been forgotten today. Some are unforgettable, and after years of accumulation, they become clearer and clearer as time goes by.

At that time, I just started to learn to walk. I took a small shovel, planted a small piece of stone into the soil, sprinkled hot urine, watered the stone, and hoped that the stone would sprout and watch the sun drop on the treetops.

I winked and laughed at my absurdity.

Suddenly, several men with guns emerged from the woods. They knocked down my father, tied him up, and then led him away along the mountain road. My mother held me in her arms and sat on the hillside, mother and son.

They both cried until dark.

As I grew up, I began to understand that my father had sold his young men for others before the liberation. He naturally became a "Kuomintang ruffian" in the immediate period of liberation. The Three Antis and Five Antis began, and my father became the target of the "dictatorship" of the new regime.

In those days, the power of life and death was in the hands of the county magistrate. As long as the county magistrate waved his pen, there would be many more solitary graves at the foot of Bijia Mountain outside the south gate.

When I woke up, I found that I was sleeping on the kang at my uncle's house, and my cousins ​​were surrounding me, laughing and joking. I looked around, but my mother was missing. I sat up and called out, "Mom!" There was no answer. My uncle said, "Mom."

I went to the county, with a slim hope, to find a way to rescue my father.

I started to cry, crying until the sky was dark, and crying hard, but my mother and father couldn't hear me. At first, my cousins ​​tried to persuade me, and my uncle even picked me up and coaxed me while spinning me around in the yard, but I didn't seem to know what to do and cried.

I kept getting up. Gradually no one paid attention to me, and they put me on the kang alone, and I cried until my voice became hoarse. Later, I cried so much that I fell asleep, and dreamed that my father was driving me around his neck, and my mother was following my father.

Behind me, I smiled happily... I woke up and saw that the surroundings were dark. I heard my uncle and Jizi talking while they were lying under the quilt. Jizi asked her uncle worriedly: Juhua (mother's name) has left and I don't know if she will come back again.

?We already have a lot of children in our family, so we don’t want to add Nangwa (my name) as a burden. My uncle kept smoking for a long time, and then he said: No, chrysanthemums love their children, and they won’t leave Nianwa alone.

From then on, I ignored anyone and sat on the slope in front of my uncle's door every day, silently talking about mom and dad. I listened to the leaves rubbing against each other and whispering; I watched the old hen peck at the grains of grain.

Get up and put down again to teach the chicks to find food; watch the ants swarming around, carrying a dead cockroach, moving towards their nest... The red apricots in the uncle's yard are ripe, and half of the body is leaning out of the wall.

My brother and cousin picked up the apricots that fell on the ground, took out the apricot kernels, and dried the apricot flesh into dried apricots. I put an apricot kernel in my pocket every day, and I would count it silently in bed at night, counting the number of mothers and children.

Dad has been gone for a few days.

Suddenly there was a heavy rain, and the cries of the Yellow River carp during childbirth could be heard. My father said that the Yellow River carp was the daughter of the Dragon Prince. Because she fell in love with the fireworks in the world, she secretly married a tracker on the bank of the Yellow River. In order to shed the fish

Their scales dye the Yellow River water red with blood... I know that the Yellow River carp is my mother, and my mother will not leave me alone. I need my mother's care, and my mother needs a complete family.

The sky was sunny, and the washed sun was particularly enchanting. I stood by the path in front of my uncle's house, looking at the dark green mountains, and my heart was filled with eagerness and expectation. Suddenly, I saw the mouth of the mountain, and appeared.

I lost my father and mother! At first, I suspected that it was an illusion, and my longing cast a phantom on my soul. Now I can see it clearly, my eyes cannot deceive me, they are indeed my father and mother! I shouted loudly: Dad——! Mom——

!I rushed to the top of the mountain with all my strength. My father ran down from the mountain and picked me up. The stubble pricked my tender face until it hurt...
Chapter completed!