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Song Weichen was walking in the mountains and forests, and the night dew was heavy. She started to have a fever again. She felt that her forehead was hot and her wrists were swollen. She was so embarrassed. She chuckled to herself.
"Who, who is there?" came a timid voice.
Song Weichen was frightened, "Who!" She became nervous.
A thin little girl walked out from the other end of the road, with the same nervous and frightened expression, looking at Song Weichen who was like a female ghost, "You, are you a human, or..."
Song Weichen felt relieved. She looked at herself, her white coat was disheveled, and she really looked like a ghost, then she put her hair back with a wry smile and walked towards the little girl, "Don't be afraid, I am a human being, little sister, why don't you go home in the middle of the night?" ah?"
"I...I want to go find my mother." When Song Weichen got closer, he could see clearly that he was just a child of five or six years old. His clothes were thin and torn in some places from the washing. His big eyes looked like he had cried. .
She touched her cheek, maybe because her own body temperature made her palms hot, but the child's face was cool and soft. "Where is your mother? Why don't you go find her alone so late at night?"
The little girl pointed to the high point of the hillside, "My mother is buried there. Whenever I miss her, I sneak out at night to talk to her."
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Song Weichen's heart tightened.
Out of maternal instinct, she took the little girl's hand and said, "I miss my mother too, so much. But I don't know where to find her. My sister really envy you. It's not safe in the dark, so I'll go with you." How about looking for your mother?"
"Okay!" The little girl was very happy.
Song Weichen took the girl's hand and walked up the mountain, "What's your name?"
"My mother calls me Bao'er, and my little mother calls me Gouzizi."
Song Weichen's nose felt sore and she tightened her child's hand, "Bao'er, your mother must love you very much."
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Near the top of the mountain, the moonlight was brighter than in the forest.
Bao'er pointed to a bare earthen bun with a wooden sign not far away, "Here we are, mother lives there."
Song Weichen looked around, his vision was wide, and he let go of the little girl's hand.
"I'll wait for you here. You go and talk to your mother for a while, and then I'll take you home, okay?"
The little girl nodded and skipped over.
After watching the little girl in the distance for a while, Song Weichen's vision gradually blurred. She felt like there was a fire burning in her chest, and the wind made her shiver. She looked at a tree next to her and leaned on the trunk to support herself.
Song Weichen, even if you are going to die, you have to hold on until you send your child home before you die, do you hear me? She said to herself in her mind.
A thick fog spread over, and the little girl disappeared from sight. "Bao'er," she called, but there was no reply.
She looked at the thick mist and felt something was wrong. She walked over to look for the child with one foot high and one foot low. However, she was exhausted after all. Her vision went dark and she stepped down and rolled down the hillside.
It was still dark and the woods were dead silent.
