Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Come to think of it, the brother she had called mom for four or five years can only call mom with drooling.

Call everyone mom.

It was supposed to be time for the elder brother to go to bed, but when he suddenly saw his younger sister, who rarely appeared in his room, he happily called out "Mom! Mom!"

The couple who were waiting outside the house felt embarrassed and went back to their room in shame.

The two children, one in his twenties and mentally retarded, and the other twelve years old and ignorant, had not been taught human affairs maliciously, so the night was naturally spent peacefully.

It’s just that one was sleeping on the bed, and the other was huddled in the corner with his knees hugged.

As soon as it was daybreak, the mother came to open the door. When she looked at the bed, there was nothing there. She immediately became furious.

She didn't know how to explain what she said, so she glared at her son who was sleeping like a pig, picked up the broom and beat Fang Fang, making her jump up and down.

[Okay, you still dare to hide, I have raised you for five years, even if you are a dog you should know how to repay me, and you still dare to sleep in, go and wash your clothes! ]

Yes, Fangfang was raised by her for five years, and she also beat her with a big broom every day for five years.

Especially at the beginning, when she was yelling every day that she wanted to go home and ask for her parents, he beat her even more severely. After beating her, he tied her to a pillar like a cow or a horse, and refused to give her food unless she bowed her head and admitted her mistakes.

The neighbors seemed to be deaf and didn't care.

It was a depression surrounded by mountains and rivers, with poor mountains and bad water.

Everyone in the village has the surname Qi, the transportation is blocked, and the village is backward and feudal. If the young men don't go out, they won't be able to find a wife.

After the mother ran out of ideas, the father simply covered his son's mouth and climbed over someone else's wall in the middle of the night.

There was no electricity in the village at that time, and as soon as it got dark, you could always hear the sound of cats meowing in every house.

Fang Fang only knew that the next night, when her parents locked her in her brother's room again, her brother looked itchy all over and something was wrong. When he looked at her, his eyes were red, as if he wanted to eat her.

She didn't know where she got the courage from, but when her mad brother grabbed her neck and dragged her onto the bed, she knocked him unconscious with a stool she picked up.

She was so frightened at the time that she must have used all her might.

The doors and windows were locked. She pried open the crack of the door. A voice in her heart told her to leave quickly. If she didn't leave, she might not be so lucky next time!

Before going to bed, the father vaguely heard sounds of struggling and screaming in his son's room and thought it was all over.

It was early in the morning when he was about to go to the fields, so he unlocked the door. He didn't dare to look inside, so he only saw his daughter, neatly dressed, coming out with her head lowered.

[Your brother is still asleep?! ]

【Uh-huh! 】

[Hehe, you must be tired. You should get some more sleep. You should get some more sleep…]

Fang Fang actually didn't know what he was asking. She just lowered her head and walked past him in a hurry with only one goal in mind - the door!

When their son hadn't gotten up yet, the couple went in to check.

When the quilt was lifted, wow!

The silly son had a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth. He kept shaking his head and whimpering. A big purple lump as big as a goose egg appeared on his forehead, which was shiny and greasy.

[Oh my son! You damn ungrateful bastard, you beat my son like this! ]

After most of the day, Fang Fang had already chosen a secluded path and escaped far away from the village.

She didn't know the direction, she just kept walking forward. There were many trees, snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains.

It was not until a big golden retriever pounced in front of her that she realized that there was a man lying at the root of a tree not far away, calling out "Da Huang" incoherently.

The big golden retriever circled around its owner, wagging its tail quickly. Well, Dahuang, what a fitting name.

That was their first meeting.

A 22 and a 12.

One was bitten on the ankle by a snake and fell into a coma.

One had just escaped from his adoptive parents' home and was in a miserable state.

From that day on, she abandoned Qi Fang and changed her name to Fang Fang, after the person who brought her out of the mountains.

Thinking of this past event, Fang Fang couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

[National Day? Fang Guoqing?! Have I ever told you that I love you so much! ]

【Hmm?! Oh.】

Brother Fang turned his head slightly, his ears turned a little red, and in the blink of an eye his face became like a monkey's butt, and even the tip of his nose turned red.

It has been a long time since anyone has called Brother Fang by his real name. His name is Fang Guoqing and his birthday is October 1st.

He was a volunteer teacher. In the ten years after they met, he took care of Fang Fang, taught her to read, taught her how to behave in society, and took Fang Fang with him wherever he went.

It was not until Fang Fang told him after graduating from the normal school that they were going to teach in the countryside together that he realized the little girl had already grown up.

Moreover, he didn't know when it took root and sprouted deep in his heart, growing into a towering tree that he could not ignore.

On the road at the entrance of the village, some villagers waved and greeted them.

[Teacher Fang, are you two back? ]

[Yes, has Aunt Wu eaten yet? ]

[No, no, I'm going home now. ]

It was almost noon and the tractor had already rumbled into Luer Village.

There was a thick layer of snow on the roofs of the three old brick houses at the west end of the village.

Fang Fang patted the man's arm and said, "Brother Fang, we have to shovel the snow. Otherwise, if it snows for a few more days, the roof will collapse."

[Okay, after unloading the goods, I will go to the village chief's house to return the car, then you cook porridge and I will shovel snow, how about it? ! ]

The handsome scholar described by the aunties outside was actually quite strong. He could carry two bags of cornmeal into the house without any effort.

He never asked Fang Fang to do such physical work.

You should pamper your own wife.

The door of the room in the middle was ajar, and one, two, three, four, or five little heads were stacked up in the crack.

They all looked out with their bright eyes blinking. The smallest one among them waved hard at the back, asking everyone to read louder so that the teachers and the principal would know that they were not peeking and were studying hard.

The twenty or so heads at the back paused, then read the text even more vigorously, nodding their heads.

[Geese, geese, geese, they sing with their necks bent toward the sky. Their white feathers float on the green water, and their red feet stir the clear waves. Geese, geese, geese…]

While Fang Fang was washing the corn husks, her ears were filled with the sound of goose, goose, goose, and goose stewed in an iron pot.

She swallowed her saliva with a gulp.

[I will check tomorrow to see if the money has arrived. I must let the kids eat iron pot stewed goose this month! ]

The kid in the crack of the door heard the goose being stewed in the iron pot, and the sound of gurgling came from top to bottom.

[Oops, someone's saliva dripped on my head! ]

The one at the bottom shrunk his head back and jumped in disgust.

The others turned around pretending nothing had happened and quietly wiped their chins with their sleeves.

The aroma of corn grits porridge made the children pay attention not to their textbooks.

You know, they had been hungry since last night, and the teacher drove a tractor into the city before dawn this morning. The porridge soup left behind could not be scooped out with a big spoon for half a day but only a few grains of rice could be found.

The children's faces were chapped from the cold, and the more they licked their lips, the drier they became.

When Teacher Fang finally knocked on the pot with the handle of the spoon and announced that the meal was ready, more than thirty little kids rushed out in a swarm.

【Everyone has a share, line up and don’t squeeze! 】

Fortunately, the teacher's authority was still there, so the hungry children did not jump directly into the pot.

These are children in the village. The village is so poor that the poorer they are, the more children they have. After the young people have children, they go out to earn money and leave the children to be raised by the elderly.

It's okay if the elderly have plenty of energy, but if they don't have enough energy, the children will just roll around in the mud on the ground, getting as dirty as beggars.

The original volunteer teacher at the village primary school left without saying goodbye because he could no longer support himself after not receiving salary or supplies for several months.

Fang Fang met the old principal by chance. When she saw the row of little kids of different heights squatting in front of the school gate which had been abandoned for many days, her heart was pierced and she never wanted to leave again.

However, like the volunteer teacher at the time, not only was her salary paid late, she even had to bear part of the children's food expenses.

When I went to the child's home, I saw a bare house and an old man with his hands spread out. He was almost about to say, "I have no money and I have my life."