Ginseng

This year's winter came especially early, only the beginning of December, and the snowflakes had already fallen scatteredly.

Eight-year-old Gu Linshan was carrying a heavy bundle of firewood, walking lightly in the rugged mountains against the wind and snow. It had no effect on him.

When it was snowing, he was still wearing a thin rag green shirt, straw sandals on his feet, and a rabbit skin that he simply sewed.

But even so, the cold wind still poured in from the gap, making his hands and feet turn red from the cold, and there were even some cracks on his feet.However, he didn't seem to feel the cold, and he was still walking down the mountain with smooth steps.

About half an hour later, the snow gradually stopped, and the simple thatched hut at the foot of the mountain gradually appeared. Gu Linshan looked at the thatched hut in front of him, and finally there was a slight change on his calm face.

After the fleeting joy, there is more heaviness and pain, as well as the profound hatred that is vague but hard to ignore...

He closed his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes before pushing open the small courtyard door.He put down the firewood on his body, patted the snowflakes off his body with both hands, and then walked softly to a door in the house.

The door of the room was slightly closed, the decoration in the room was simple, and a worn quilt was spread on the simple wooden bed.

A crazy and silly woman was sitting on it in a daze, her hand was still tightly holding the bowl she used for breakfast, and she was staring ahead in a daze.

Gu Linshan gently opened the door, and softly called out to the woman sitting on the bed: "Mother..."

The woman sitting blankly on the bed acted as if she had never heard of it, and did not respond at all.And Gu Linshan seemed to be used to it, he just walked in gently, trying to take the bowl from the woman's hand.

But who would have thought that the woman who had a dull expression just now struggled violently the moment Gu Linshan approached her.

"Go...go...go away!"

The crazy woman waved her hands and pushed Gu Linshan out forcefully while struggling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the woman suddenly screamed loudly.

Gu Linshan struggled to stand up while supporting the wall. He touched the corner of his forehead with his fingers and looked at the blood on his fingers. He didn't seem to feel the pain of his forehead hitting the corner of the wall.

He just stared fixedly at the screaming mother in the corner, walked out slowly like this with his usual calmness, indifference, and calmness.

He never looked like an eight-year-old kid.

His back was still proudly upright, but the moment he stepped out of the door, it seemed that he had removed all the disguise and strength from his whole body.Hearing the woman's scream from across the wall, Gu Linshan leaned against the corner of the wall, finally broke down as if he couldn't bear it, and burst into tears silently.

This was the first time since Gu Linshan became conscious, he wailed so presumptuously and in relief.Contains infinite grievances and pains, as well as undisguised hatred...

He wiped his face casually, wiping away the traces on his face.

He took a piece of cloth and covered the wound on his forehead, which barely stopped the bleeding.He took firewood from the corner, fetched water, lit a fire, and cooked.The damp firewood gave off thick black smoke under the burning of the flames, which made his eyes hurt and he coughed all the time.

A bowl of gruel was ready, Gu Linshan picked it up and walked towards his mother's room.

"Mom, it's time to eat."

He gently opened the door, and there was a creaking sound of wood.

"……mother?"

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a 'bang' sound, and the thick smoke from the kitchen firewood continued, but the porridge was spilled on the ground, with broken residue all over the place.

The broken bowl can no longer be repaired, and the lost one can never be returned.

On that day, Gu Linshan lost his mother, and he was left alone in this world, becoming an orphan.

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