The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"Mom, I...I'm hungry..."

A crisp and tender voice echoed in Jing Zhan's ear.

The child was shabby and messy all over, and he clung to the woman's side, his muddy and dirty face was drooping, and his watery fox eyes were looking pitifully at the bun shop on the street.

There are people coming and going around, hawkers shouting one after another on Fuyu Street, it should be noon when looking at the sun, the inn restaurant is full of people, there are two or three people at a table, hungry, drinking and eating meat, noisy and lively.

The filthy and dilapidated two people are unusually awkward between the rich clothes and the rich food.

The child grabbed the patched coarse cloth sleeves that his mother had sewed on, and raised a small muddy hand to wipe the sweat from his cheeks. His face, which was already ashen, became even dirtier.

"Mother..." Seeing that the mother ignored her, the child still yelled unrelentingly, pitifully, just like a little tabby cat that was discarded by someone.

Although the woman was dressed in coarse cloth and her face was so thin that it was sunken, her slender and bright eyes still shone a little bit: "Li'er, mother... mother has no money... ...we...we wait for your father to come back...wait for him to come back..."

Su Wangli still didn't give up, his round and dark eyes were fixed on the steaming steamed bun shop opposite, he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, his body was trembling with hunger, but his little hands were still tightly grabbing the woman's sleeve, and asked in a low voice : "Mother... When will Daddy come back?"

These words were like the devil's claws, tightly strangling the woman's slender neck, as if they wanted to strangle her for a moment, forcing her to be speechless, her eyes suddenly turned red, and big teardrops slid from their sockets.

Seeing this, Su Wangli immediately panicked, grabbed the woman's sleeve with both hands, and wanted to reach out to wipe the tears off her face, but he was too small, too short, not even reaching the woman's waist, so he yelled helplessly : "Mother! Mother! I, I won't eat! I'm not hungry anymore, mother! Don't cry, don't cry... Mother..."

Maybe it was too hungry, too young, or maybe scared, Su Wangli's small face covered with plaster was wrinkled like bun folds, and he wanted to persuade others, but after persuading him, he cried .

Clear and transparent teardrops ran across the cheeks, and the muddy face was washed away with mud, like a little wild cat in the garbage dump by the side of the road.

Seeing this, the woman immediately hid her tears with her sleeves, squatted down next to the boy, stretched out a pair of old and cracked hands, held Su Wangli's aggrieved face, and gently wiped away the tears and mud on the boy's face with her slender thumbs .

That fair and supple little face finally emerged from the black mud like a white lotus emerging from the mud.

"Don't cry...don't cry...Li'er...a man...don't cry...don't cry...you know... ..Huh?" The woman suppressed her tears, trembling her voice, not forgetting to teach the boys around her.

Su Wangli listened to his mother's words the most. When he saw a woman say this, he immediately pursed his lips, with a sullen face, and held back his eyes without blinking. Forcibly hold back.

In the dog days, it was noon again, the restless sun was baking the earth, and the sound of cicadas came from somewhere around, screaming tirelessly day and night, disturbing people's panic and irritability.

"Li'er, let's go home...go home..." The woman stood up, maybe she hadn't eaten for a long time, got up too fast, didn't stand firmly, walked back and forth a few steps, and fell to the ground abruptly , lost consciousness, passed out in a coma.

Seeing this, Su Wangli immediately rushed forward, trying to pull the woman up, but he was too small, his body was small, his strength was even weaker, he couldn't pull it, so he could only sit next to the woman and cry loudly, pushing and shoving the woman's frail body , but did not see her wake up.

Jing Zhan's heart ached so much that he couldn't bear it any longer, whether it was in a dream or not, he would go up to help.

Unexpectedly, just as soon as he moved, there was a piercing sound of breaking, which was very similar to the sharp sound of ceramic jade being smashed to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of Jing Zhan was cracked and shattered into powder, putting Jing Zhan in the darkness. In just a moment, a new picture was reconstructed.

Jing Zhan looked around carefully. He was in a damp and dark ruined temple. Due to the lack of ventilation for too long, there was a sour smell of rotten wood in the rotten temple, which made Jing Zhan just want to sneeze.

In the blink of an eye, he saw a person lying on the haystack not far away, and after looking closely, he realized that it was the scrawny woman, Su Wangli's mother...

She squinted her eyes, her lips were dry and bleeding, and her withered body rose and fell with her breathing, like a dead leaf.She seemed to be breathing with all her strength, her hands and feet were motionless, and she didn't even bother to blink her eyelids.

"From... son..."

A hoarse voice overflowed her cracked lips. She seemed to have just woken up. Seeing someone she didn't want to see around her, she shouted with all her strength, but it sounded like whispers to Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan could only hear the sound of a pair of hard sneakers piercing through the wind outside the silent ruined temple, running over on the dry and cracked ground.

Da da da......

The sound is getting closer...

"Mother! Mother!" I saw the boy holding the oil paper bag tightly in his arms, and ran in with a bright smile on his muddy face. He watched his mother blink, and when he saw his mother woke up, he immediately ran to his side and knelt down. He held the soft oiled paper in his arms and opened it. Inside was a steamed bun, but the steamed stuffed bun didn't look good, and the plain white skin on the outside was still stained with black mud.

"Mother... you eat..." Su Wangli swallowed his saliva, his voice was joyful and soft, and carefully handed the buns to the woman. Picking up the bun with one hand, breaking off a small piece of clean one with the other, handing it to the woman's mouth, whispering: "Mother, you, you eat, you will gain strength after eating."

The woman lowered her eyes to look at the meat buns on her lips, raised her eyes to stare at Su Wangli, and said fiercely in a hoarse voice: "You... where did you get the money... Didn't you just say... ...can't...can't steal..."

Su Wangli shook his head immediately, his small head was like a rattle, and hurriedly said: "Mother, I, I didn't steal it this time, I picked it up."

He kept in mind what women taught him, don't steal, don't steal, don't be strong, don't complain, don't hate.

But the woman hasn't eaten for a long time, Su Wangli is a child, and he still has some strength to climb up the tree to pick a few wild fruits to eat, but the woman is too weak, she can't eat anymore.

He waited in front of the bun shop, watching, hoping, as long as he could have a bun, even if it was only a dough, he would be grateful.

The shop owner saw such a little beggar squatting in front of his stall, thought he was blocking the business, and drove him away with a stick. Who knows, the kid came back after he left, squatting down and watching helplessly, coming and going, the stall The boss has nothing to do with him, he can only let him be like this. When dusk falls, the stall gradually quiets down, and there are fewer and fewer people on the street. The boss is preparing to clean up the stall, but Su Wangli still does not give up. Squatting not far away.

The boss couldn't help it, so he opened the cold steamer, picked the smallest one and threw it to Su Wangli, and shouted: "Grandpa, I'm doing a good deed to give you alms. If you dare to come tomorrow, I will break your leg." !"

The round and plump bun drew an arc in the fiery red sky, Su Wangli leaned over and reached out to catch it, but his legs went numb, he was unconscious, his whole body fell into the mud, and the white bun fell on the ground. In front of him, rolled in a circle in the mud, wobbly and fixed in front of his eyes.

Su Wangli immediately crawled over to wrap the bun, fearing that the boss would change his mind and snatch the bun away.

Carefully wipe off the plaster on it, but some places are stuck and cannot be wiped off at all.

I wanted to run back and take it to my mother, but if I ran home like this, the buns would be completely cold.

He quickly ran to the steamed stuffed bun stand, took a piece of oiled paper and ran away while the boss was busy with other things.

"Hey? Little bastard! Why don't you know what to do......"

In the ears are the shrill wind and the heart-piercing scolding of the boss.

But he can't control that much...

"Mother, eat quickly, it will be fine." Su Wangli pushed the bun that was broken off in his hand to the woman's mouth, and the woman slowly opened her mouth and swallowed half of the bun, chewing stiffly , It seems that I haven't eaten for a few days, and even the most basic chewing is a bit stiff.

After eating half of it, the woman finally regained some strength, raised her eyes to look at Su Wangli, and asked, "Have Li'er eaten?"

Su Wangli glanced at the dirty bun skin, pursed his lips, swallowed, nodded, and said with a smile, "Mother, Li'er has eaten."

Only then did the woman feel relieved, blinked, and fell asleep again.

The surroundings returned to the original silence. The boy lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly. It was not until the woman let out a long breath that Su Wangli was sure that she was asleep.

Raising his hand, he stuffed the remaining piece of bun skin full of mud into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, he bit and chewed hard, until he swallowed all the residue in his mouth, he was still reluctant She reluctantly licked the finger that held the bun, and then lay down beside the woman contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully.

Jing Zhan is obviously not just a spectator, but his heart hurts. His master, that lofty Queqiao Xingdou, Yaohua Immortal...

It turns out...it turns out...it's like this...

Helpless yet so easily satisfied...

The screen turned again in an instant.

The drizzle was continuous, and there were not many people in the streets and alleys. They came and went with oil-paper umbrellas. Only Su Wangli and the woman wore torn clothes on their heads, but in the continuous drizzle, the two laughed happily.

"What does Li'er want to eat, mother will buy it for you today." The woman said generously, covering the scraps of money she earned from mending other people's clothes.

"Really? Mother!" A pair of bright eyes raised up, reflecting expectations, and flickering light.

"Really." The woman kindly smoothed the boy's long rain-wet hair and said softly.

"I want to eat rice cakes! I want to eat that rice cakes!" Su Wangli jumped up excitedly, pointing with a little finger at the shops on the side of the street that were closing their stalls.

The woman leads the boy over.

"Boss, I want...a rice cake." Su Wangli paused.

"Boss, I want two." The woman corrected her.

Su Wangli immediately looked up at the woman, blinked blankly, and whispered, "Mother...we...we didn't..."

"Yes, mother still has the money to buy two rice cakes for Li'er." The woman stretched out her skinny fingers soaked in rain, and brushed away the strands of Su Wangli's wet hair sticking to her cheeks, gently to stop what the boy was about to say.

Until he came out with two steaming white glutinous rice cakes in his hands, Su Wangli seemed to be in a dream, holding two steaming, soft and glutinous rice cakes, reluctant to eat.

"Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while." The soft words of the woman pulled Su Wangxin back.

Su Wangli looked at the woman, nodded vigorously, opened his mouth to bite, then lifted the rice cake to the woman's side, looked at the woman with a pair of big eyes, and said softly, "Mother, you eat."

The woman smiled, her thin and disfigured face reflected a bit of brilliance, she supported the old clothes with both hands, and shook her head gently: "Mother is not hungry, Lier, eat quickly, it won't taste good after a while gone."

Su Wangli, who was still hesitating at first, heard that it would become unpalatable when it was cold, so he immediately took a big bite, stuffing his whole mouth full, and swallowed hard after chewing hard.

The woman worried: "Eat slowly, and be careful not to choke."

I saw Su Wangli laughing, his fair little face was filled with a bright and satisfied smile, his fox eyes were bent into crescents, he opened his mouth and shouted excitedly: "Mother, it's sweet! It's sweet! It's sweet inside!" There are also fillings! Red bean and date paste fillings! Mother! I like sweet ones! I like red bean and date paste fillings!"

The drizzle continued, and the surrounding area was covered by the rain curtain, which was blurred. Only the childish shouts broke the rain curtain.

The woman's heart surged, she looked at her cheerful young son, and said softly: "I will buy it for you later, mother."

The two walked away with a smile, one big and one small, wearing a shabby clothes, the two figures gradually blurred and disappeared in the misty drizzle...

But Jing Zhan stood still, neither chasing after nor retreating, the drizzle wet his hair, eyes, heart...

Sadness spreads...

It turns out...Master likes sweet things so much...

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I'm going to cry