Under the mountain.

The sparse houses are distributed, and every roof that occasionally tea-colored birds stay at will reveal is dead silence.

As winter comes, there are only green and unspirited cabbage in the field.

The frost looks annoying and sleepy.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Someone latched the door, but no one agreed. The man found that the door was not locked, so he opened the iron door and exposed his face. He wore a hat and deliberately pressed it very low.

The man with hats always entered the village in this style, and obviously no one could see his face clearly.

But he was slightly fat and only opened the door for a single slit. He obviously overestimated himself.

Only after confirming that no one was in the yard and no one watched TV in the living room, the man in the hat squeezed open the door and sneaked in.

The door stayed halfway open, and I had to go out later anyway.

He was familiar with the road, so he quickly walked out in the living room, and then the man went up to the second floor.

The person who was taking a nap on the first floor seemed to hear the movement, but his ears moved, and the sound of this silly sounded like an animal.

I thought it was a mouse, so I didn't care much.

After turning over, the people on the first floor continued to take a sweet nap.

Stepping on the familiar steps, the man in the hat walked up the second floor heavily and went straight into the bedroom, but there was only a faint breathing sound left in the room.

If you don’t listen carefully, you can’t tell that the person on the kang is still alive.

The windows were still open. The wind didn't mind entering the gap, and it was cool.

The man frowned, tiptoed forward, closed the window first, and gently lifted the quilt.

Breathe in cool air.

On the kang, an old woman in her seventies and eighty years old, her head was gray and curled up in a ball, not knowing whether she was unconscious or asleep.

The black and blue scale-like markings on her neck were extremely clear.

It seemed that some evil life was shaking her neck with her teeth and claws, making it more difficult for the old woman to breathe.

The markings were driven to stretch backwards to her head.

The man became more and more frightened as he looked at it. At some point, he had been standing there for a long time.

Come back to your senses.

He looked around and saw that fortunately the old woman had already worn an old suit. Without him taking action, he wrapped the old woman tightly in the quilt.

I took the hemp rope that was placed aside and tied her quilt tightly without any leakage. Then I felt relieved.

Then he gently shook the old woman and carried it directly on his shoulder.

The man in the hat turned around and walked down.

It was only now that he realized that although he was fat, his steps were very light. He was carrying people at this moment, and he seemed even more like the leader among fat people, with a bright and lustful manner in his lightness.

As soon as I reached the gate, I was about to leave.

Suddenly, the living room door facing the front door slammed open.

One person jumped out and shouted loudly.

"Stop! Who!"

The man in the hat stopped walking, and somehow, his hat fell down, revealing the back of his head.

The man was stunned for a moment.

He tentatively said, "Brother, is it...you?"

It was obvious that the man was very uncertain just because he had a bald head. However, a bald head could be identified by him, which also shows some of the problem.

"Brother! You, where are you going to get our mother?"

The man didn't look back, and somehow he was sure that this was his brother.

The bald man turned around.

His face is a few similarities to the man in the living room.

In the bald tone, there was anger that could not be suppressed, and he growled, "Mom is sick."

If I hadn't been working in the provincial capital, I lived near the hospital and heard about it, I wouldn't have known about this kind of thing about our village students! I wouldn't have been worried that our mother would come back to take a look!"

"You, have you been sent up the mountain by our mother long ago? Why are you back now and working again?"

Halfway through, he remembered something, and suddenly he was very alert and warned his brother, "Brother, let's talk about breaking up first and not being confused! This house is all my and my son's. Now... even if you send your mother to the hospital, you won't give you a house."

/>Such justified, the bald man surprised.

Unexpectedly, my biological brother, who hasn't seen him for many years, spoke up...

He gritted his teeth.

If he had the bad temper in the past, he would have been hitting people directly, but now he is just holding it back.

At this time, my younger brother was holding an old hunting rifle. It was hidden in almost every household in the village when he left. This thing was indispensable for poor harvest or tooth sacrificial sacrifice.

When I was a child, my father took them up the mountain to hunt and eat meat. The gunshots on the mountain never stopped. Later, they explicitly prohibited hunting, but they still kept the guns.

Later, my father died.

The family was so poor that he couldn't afford the only pig, so he went up the mountain and built a house to understand.

The surprise on his face flashed, and he perfectly concealed the incredible and heartache in his eyes.

"Are you finished?"

In the mist, Mingran's tone was cold.

He squatted down easily and put his hat on the top of his head again.

Holding a hunting rifle, is the man who is obviously lucky enough to be in middle age? Or is the younger brother who cried and shouted and hugged him and refused to leave?

Is this man still a human?

I don't know, he really doesn't know.

The oppression from Mingran's eyes almost made the younger brother who was holding the gun unable to stand firm.

For some reason, he clearly had a gun to hunt medium-sized animals in his hand, but he was pressed by his brother who had not seen him for many years and could not breathe, as if he was the panicked little animal.

Finally, he stammered and put down his gun.

"without……"

He was timid, but he was energetic.

Yes, my brother remembered the days when he was a child when he was yelling; and the scene where my brother stood on a stool with a gray face, making porridge for his father who was dying.

Also, when I draw lots and send them to the mountain, I cheat myself.

Under the bamboo sticks, there were dark red blood stains, which seemed to mock her selfishness.

He looked around at the room, and suddenly he mustered up the courage to lift the gun again.

"Don't think about taking mom away, she said, even if you die, you will die at home."

"Who said our mother is going to die!" Leran shouted.

He said again, "I must take her up the mountain. This is not an ordinary disease!"

"Then take it away, I'll say you killed the damn, and the house is mine." The younger brother said, gritting his teeth.

At this time, Leran saw a woman holding a young child and poking her head out of the room.

"Gold? Is it you?"

There can be seen some childhood playmates on the face of a woman who is slightly blessed.

Her voice was still so rough, with the stimulating spirit that she was at that time.

Yes, it turns out that she became her younger brother's wife.

Amitabha, what is he worthy of?

Leran shook his head and promised to his younger brother again, "Everything is yours. I don't want anything." After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"that……"

The woman suddenly spoke.

Mingran stopped, suppressed his slightly ups and downs, turned around and said calmly.

"how."

"That..." the woman pointed to his shoulder and said, "The quilt is new. If you want to take your mother away... this is an old quilt."

As she said that, she turned around and entered the room. When she quickly took out an old quilt from the room, there was no clear shadow at the door.

"Hey, Brother Jinzi is gone?"
To be continued...