Similar situations like this in Ruyong Mengxiang are still happening in various villages around Beiyuan City.
In a mountain covered by wind and snow, several staggering old people were walking slowly up the mountain.
At first glance, they are all neatly dressed, covering their thin bodies completely, but if you look closely, you will find that the clothes they are wearing are not made of good material. There are many traces of sewing, threads and signs of friction and fading, which all indicate that the clothes are not good. Over the years, in addition to covering the body, the effect of heat preservation and wind resistance is not good.
Their expressions were numb and calm, and they knew exactly where their goals were.
There were those who were weak and unable to walk, but they were supported by their companions and continued to move forward. Even though they were slow, they never stopped.
There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, but these old people who had been walking for a while and whose senses were frozen by the cold did not notice it immediately.
Until the people behind finally caught up with them and shouted loudly: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
The old people looked back blankly, and the man had already rushed to them, holding the wrist of one of them, and holding the old man's frozen hand tightly in his young and warm palm.
"Grandpa!"
The skinny old man, who was called grandpa by the young man, trembled his lips, "Xiangzi, what, why are you here?"
Xiangzi burst into tears, but they were wiped away by his hand before they fell, and he said angrily: "If I don't come, I will never see grandpa again. I said, I said I can afford it and live well, grandpa, why don't you listen?" !」
Grandpa didn't speak. His eyes, which were pressed down by thick crepe eyelids, showed the calmness of resignation.
You can't afford it, you can't live with it.
Those of them who have lived to this age can feel that there will be a cold wave coming this year.
When the weather is freezing, the food at home and the firewood and clothing to keep warm will definitely not be enough.
Their aging bones require more calories.
Instead of wasting resources on their old bones, it is better to leave them to the children and give them more hope of living.
This is what the elderly in the village always do when encountering cold snaps.
There is a natural cave on the top of their mountain. The location is very hidden and will not be visited by wild beasts. It is called the Everlasting Sleep Cave by the elders in the village. Every year, some elderly people who find it difficult to survive will go to the Changmian Cave and sleep peacefully in the cave.
This time, Grandpa Xiangzi and the other old people around him went to Changmian Point together.
They didn't wear any good clothes, just enough to cover their bodies. They walked together peacefully and peacefully. Because someone accompanied them on their way to sleep, and their sleep also gave future generations hope of Changchun.
"Xiangzi, don't be sad." Grandpa's hand was warmed by Xiangzi. When he had the strength to move, he touched Xiangzi's head and said calmly: "Grandpa is old enough. It's enough. It's enough. You can go with peace of mind."
Xiangzi shook his head, "Grandpa, listen to me..."
Grandpa didn't listen, it was just that the child wanted to be strong, and his filial piety meant that he could take care of him through the cold winter.
But this child has never seen the horror of a real cold wave since he grew up. It is not comparable to the ordinary cold days in the north.
"Xiangzi, go back." Grandpa said, "We must walk this road ourselves, you can't send him away."
Letting a child send them on their way is not good for the child's psychology, nor is it good for the elderly who are consciously buried in the grave. It will arouse their intolerance and longing for their loved ones.
….
The other old people around him had already taken action again. Only one old man who was closest to Grandpa Xiangzi was waiting at the spot, planning to help Grandpa Xiangzi finish his words before walking with him.
"Grandpa, please listen to what I have to say. Don't leave either! People from the city are coming. They are like gods. They have brought supplies for the winter and given them to every household. We will definitely be fine this year and in the future. It will definitely be better!" Seeing this situation, Xiangzi couldn't care less about his emotions and finished his words quickly, barely breathing.
These words made the other old people who had left stop, but they only stopped, and the numbness in their eyes that begged for death did not change much.
Grandpa Xiangzi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded, "Okay, okay, that's good, so we can rest assured
. "
Xiangzi's eyes widened, never expecting that his words not only failed to restore his grandfather's energy, but actually made them feel more at ease to run to their deaths.
At this moment Xiangzi regretted why he went up the mountain alone to find his grandfather and the others without notifying others, which made his words alone not carry enough weight.
"No, grandpa, you didn't understand. They are not ordinary supplies. Those adults are... by the way, they are night wanderers, divine messengers. They can take things out of thin air, are extremely powerful, and can dispel the cold. The things they give The supplies are not ordinary disaster relief, they are not just porridge and lack of water. Grandpa, we can all survive, we will definitely survive. This year, not only young children, but also the elderly will definitely survive!"
Xiangzi spoke extremely enthusiastically, with a burning light shining in his eyes.
In my memory, not long ago, those divine envoys were dressed in black and had red tassels hanging around their waists. Each one of them looked like a young man but had an extraordinary momentum, and their movements were like those of an immortal.
When he heard what they said, he was crazy with joy. He hurried back to tell his grandfather who was bedridden recently, but he did not find his grandfather in the room.
Later, when he looked around at home, he found that a steamed bun was missing from his home. His grandfather's old clothes were actually thicker. The blanket that had been covering his grandfather to keep him warm these days was left at home. Xiangzi thought of a possibility.
His mind exploded and he rushed in the direction of Changmian Cave without thinking, and finally caught up with his grandfather and the others, but now they didn't believe what he said at all, and looked at him with such loving eyes, as if to say: I know your filial piety. , you can even make up such nonsense just for us to go back.
Xiangzi was so anxious that he wished he could carry his grandfather back directly on his back.
But what about others?
Watching other familiar old people in the village die?
How about carrying grandpa back first and then calling someone to come up and take him?
The wind and snow are getting stronger.
Xiangzi knew there was no time to delay.
He felt sorry for the other elderly people, but more importantly, his grandfather.
Just when Xiangzi did what he wanted to do, a voice came from the front.
A group of people appeared in their field of vision.
"found it!"
"It's Xiangzi. This kid is really smart and faster than us."
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
"Milk! You're home, you can go home."
The shouts of relatives reached the ears of the old man who was preparing to go to the scene.
The numb old people finally lost their composure.
The reason why they want to go up the mountain quietly is that they don't want to face the separation of their loved ones, they don't want their loved ones to be sad, and they don't want to hesitate to die.
….
"Put the person on your back." The voice was calm and steady, and the young people in the village obeyed without hesitation.
The old people turned their eyes to the speaker, and then fell into a trance.
The young man in black clothes and red tassels does not look amazing, but he gives people the feeling of Mount Tai.
In the freezing mountains, he was lightly dressed and tall.
Faced with these old people who would rather die than give their children the hope of life, Ye Jing, the captain of the night tour team in charge of this village, smiled and said softly with respect to the elders: "Please, elders When I return home, a night out in the cold weather is about to begin, it should be a peaceful day for the whole family."
Before the old people could react, they were already being carried on the backs of the young people in the village.
Some of them still don't want to go back and cause trouble to their families, or they are lonely old people who have no family and feel that there is no point in going back.
However, the lonely old man who felt it was meaningless was also carried on the back of a village boy.
The old man was stunned, "You...you..."
The young man turned his head and said, "You don't know me, but I remember you. You fed me a few mouthfuls of food."
The old man's lips trembled. In fact, he remembered, he remembered.
At this time, there was an exclamation.
The old man looked.
Ye Jing took out the thermal blanket and hand stove from the wishful bag, and asked people to put them on these old people who were weak and cold all the way.
This time the old people understood what Xiangzi said before
What is the meaning of the methods of divine messengers and immortals?
Warmth came from the back, from the hands, from the young back that was close to the chest, and the warmth enveloped the whole body of the old people who were preparing to die.
They were in a trance, as if they had never been so warm in their lives.
(End of chapter)
Gan Da Da
