In addition to playing, the two children also have to do some farm work. There is no coal in the mountain village, and firewood is burned all year round. Before the rainy season comes, every household will store some firewood. The children have to chop firewood on the way out of school, tie it into piles, and carry it home with sticks. Cai Xiaoxi is weak and can only pick up dead branches. The bundle of firewood is very small, so she will be scolded when she takes it home. Cai Mingliang cuts a large load of firewood every time, carrying it on her shoulders like a hill. The smiling child will instantly grow into a simple and silent farmer boy when working. Once, it was raining, and Cai Xiaoxi picked up a piece of dead tree trunk. She carried it on her shoulder with great difficulty, gritting her teeth and moving forward step by step.

Cai Mingliang said: If you throw it away, you can't carry it.

Cai Xiaoxi said: I don’t.

Cai Xiaoxi was so tired that she couldn't walk anymore. Cai Mingliang took over the firewood on her shoulders. The firewood of the two of them was carried by him alone. A load of hard firewood like a hill plus a piece of tree trunk was an unbearable weight for a ten-year-old child.

He sweats profusely every step he takes.

She admired him from the bottom of her heart for being strong, but she didn't know how tired or hard he was.

How far is the way home?

Isn’t this the case with husband and wife? We share the storm together and bear the burden of life together.

It was raining, and the two children walked in the rain, silent. He was carrying a large load of firewood, and she held an umbrella for him. The rain drizzled and it didn't fall heavily, but his clothes were wet, and there were water droplets hanging on his hair and eyebrows. She couldn't bear to watch it, so she had to walk behind him. The two children didn't understand what love was. They went to school together, walked together, chopped wood together, and agreed to go to the market middle school together, and they would get married when they grew up. She looked at his back and felt a sense of indescribable discomfort in her heart, and she sobbed and wanted to cry out.

Cai Mingliang asked: What's wrong, Xiaoxi?

Cai Xiaoxi said: I want to cry.

Cai Mingliang said: Then you just cry.

The little girl burst into tears, and the tears that had endured for thousands of years finally burst into her eyes...

At that moment, on the side of the river of time, a butterfly said to the other butterfly: Brother Liang, are you safe?

If there are past and next life, there will be peonies in Luoyang, lotus flowers in Jinan withering, plum blossoms in Jinling are fragrant, and roses in Beijing are blooming, where are our homes in our past and next life?

From the Western Jin Dynasty to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, from Chang'an to Xi'an, you are still in my heart for three lives. We have always been inseparable, and the butterfly wings have agreed to fly together. Who is playing the piano in the pavilion? Apricot flowers fall on the ground and turn into dust.

From regular script to running script, from long notes to text messages, I am still in your dreams. We have never been separated, and we promised to be drunk with our fingertips. Who is sending you to the grass bridge? It is heavy snow and the road when we return is covered with heavy snow.

The first worship of heaven and earth is also the last thanks to heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!