Mrs. Chen calmed herself down and burst into tears when she saw Chen Liang, "Liang'er, your cousin is gone. He doesn't want his mother!"
Chen Liang collapsed instantly and fell at the feet of Mrs. Chen, bursting into tears.
Mrs. Chen was distraught. She put her trembling hands on Chen Liang's back and murmured to herself in a voice that only she could hear. She didn't know how long it took before she patted Chen Liang.
"Get up and take the children home. I don't blame them. It's An'er's fate. It's God's fault. You guys can carry An'er and bury her tomorrow."
Hearing what Old Mrs. Chen said, Chen Zheng, who had been silent, sighed and followed the advice: "It is true that the children cannot be blamed. Judging from the results, A'an's death seems to have something to do with them, but after Before An's accident, no one would have thought that something like this would happen. The most important thing now is that everyone works together to overcome the difficulties and not to create gaps in their hearts."
They have lived in troubled times until now, and they have seen many dead people. Similar things and even more serious things have been seen a lot. Sometimes just a clan member who accidentally fails to hide well can attract a group of cannibal refugees or plunder. Horse bandits, and how many tribesmen lost their lives as a result, including many of their flesh and blood relatives.
Complain? You will definitely do it, but what can you do? If you want to survive, you can only let go of your resentment and work hard together. The only thing to blame is that I was not born in a peaceful era.
But it must be good in peaceful times, I'm afraid not.
For example, right now, a natural disaster destroyed all the crops in the fields. In order to prevent sudden floods, they could only build tents in the mountains and could not return home.
Chen An died in a mountain collapse or a natural disaster. God wanted to take his life back. Even if Li Erlin and the others were blamed at this time, with Li Erlin and the others' attitude of taking the responsibility, apart from beating them up and demanding compensation, could Chen An be able to resurrect him?
Looking at Li Erlin and the others, Chen Song clenched his fists and veins popped out on the back of his hands.
"Song'er!" Mrs. Chen grabbed Chen Song's wrist and felt that Chen Song's originally tense hand gradually relaxed. With tears in her eyes, she raised her hand and touched Chen Song's head, "Don't blame others, don't blame others." "Others, Liang'er has been tortured enough in his heart. He is in poor health and grandma has no son anymore. I don't want your uncle Liang to go ahead of grandma anymore."
Chen Liang's parents passed away early, and he lived with her when he was seven or eight years old. She worked hard to raise him, saved his life, and married him. In her heart, Chen Liang had long been regarded as her own.
Chen Song's eyes were filled with tears and his face was full of reluctance. How could he let go of the pain of losing his father? How could you not mind?
"Song'er, grandma feels sad because she has lost her son. But what can happen now? Don't forget that you are the one who will replace your father as the village chief. Now that your father is gone, you are Xiao Chen Chief of the village, your most important thing right now is to lead everyone to work together to overcome this difficulty! Look at the villagers, everyone is counting on you!"
Chen Songru was struck by lightning. He looked around and found that the surrounding villagers were looking at him. He suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders.
Without his father standing in front of him, he, the future village chief of Xiaochen Village, felt this sense of responsibility for the first time. The heavy pressure was like a huge stone pressing on his heart.
"Your mother is right. You are now the head of our Xiaochen Village. You have a great responsibility. Remember not to be emotional!" Chen Zheng followed up with a serious advice, "Tomorrow, take the villagers to the county. Buy grain, call Bai'er's family back, and bury your father."
Chen Song was silent for a long time and nodded slightly.
He now has to shoulder the responsibility of the village chief first, and he can wait until he has passed this difficult time to deal with the grudge in his heart.
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Li Ping'an felt a sense of sadness when he learned from his father that although Mrs. Chen did not blame them, Chen Song's attitude said that the matter was not over yet, but was just put on hold for the time being.
He could understand Chen Song and put himself in his shoes. If he was the one who died... bah, in short, it would definitely not be easy to let go of this kind of thing.
On the contrary, Chen Song's ability to put it aside for the time being is worthy of his admiration.
He was only melancholy because he had lost a life on his conscience and was confused about the future.
He had no appetite to eat, so he tossed and turned on the mat, unable to fall asleep. When he fell asleep, he had a nightmare similar to last night. The difference was that this time the village chief appeared in his dream.
The village chief stretched out his hand towards Li Pingan, who was hugging a tree in the middle of the flood. He comforted Li Pingan not to be afraid with a kind look on his face. He grabbed his hand and pulled him ashore. And just when Li Ping'an had just grabbed the village chief's hand, a sudden change occurred, and the flood swept towards the village chief. At the moment of crisis, the village chief smiled lightly and threw Li Ping'an to the shore with a strong hand, and he But it was swept away by the monstrous flood.
Li Ping'an was awakened again.
"Are you having a nightmare again?" Li Erlin's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
Li Ping'an nodded in horror, wiping the sweat from his head while telling Li Erlin about the content of his dream, "I dreamed about the village chief's grandpa..."
"Don't put too much psychological burden on yourself. Dad is still here." Li Erlin added a thumb-thick branch to the fire and looked down the dark mountain. "I always feel that this natural disaster is more than that."
Li Ping'an also felt this way, otherwise he would not be able to explain and convince himself why he had almost the same nightmare for two consecutive nights.
He raised his head to look at the sky, but forgot that there was thatch on the top. A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and said, "Dad, are you awake, or are you still awake?"
"I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and kept vigil." Although it was on the outskirts of Wubei Mountain, it was still on the mountain. No one could tell whether wild beasts would come out, so they arranged for people to keep watch and couldn't turn off the lights. fire.
The piles of flames swaying in the wind can warm people, drive away wild beasts, illuminate the darkness, and bring hope to people.
Li Erlin persuaded Li Pingan to continue sleeping for a while, but Li Pingan was no longer sleepy and did not want to sleep anymore. By the light of the fire, he first glanced at his mother, and could see that her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was not sleeping peacefully.
When I looked at the little Ruyi in my mother's arms, she was sleeping peacefully. I don't know if it was because of the firelight, but her face was rosy.
Li Pingan reached out to touch Xiao Ruyi, but found that her body was a bit hot.
"Dad, my little sister has a fever!" Li Ping'an panicked and quickly took Xiao Ruyi away from his mother and pressed his forehead against Xiao Ruyi's to test the temperature.
The temperature on her forehead confirmed that Xiao Ruyi did have a fever, and it was still a high fever!
As soon as Li Pingan's forehead left, Li Erlin's big hand touched Xiao Ruyi's forehead.
Chen Dajuan also woke up at this time. Looking at Li Erlin's movements, her heart tightened, "Is Ruyi feeling hot?"
