Chapter 1040 The Child Called Mo Yue

At the entrance of the village, when the villagers learned that the soldiers had returned, they all ran to the entrance.

Just looking at the three people who came back, two of them pushing a cart covered with a cloth, everyone's heart skipped a beat, but they all held their family members' hands tightly and bit their trembling lips.

Some women were already in tears, holding their children in their arms, trying hard not to cry.

A little girl looked at her father and ran over like the wind.

She immediately threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man among the three.

But when the girl hugged her father as before, she felt something and couldn't help but look at her father's hand.

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Half of his father's hand was missing.

The little girl grabbed her father's hand and suddenly choked up, but her mother said she couldn't cry, no matter what, so she bit her lips tightly.

But the middle-aged man looked at his daughter with a pale face. He just reached out and rubbed his daughter's head, then looked at the neighbors who were staggering towards the village entrance.

Middle-aged people feel suffocated and are completely speechless.

Plop!

A young man right behind the middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to everyone in the village.

The other man, with red eyes, looked at his hunchbacked old mother, and at the other old people who were holding their chests and standing still to look at them, tears already flowing.

"Yu'er's father, where are the others?" The village chief had white hair and cloudy eyes. His only son and only relative had also gone to the war. He immediately grabbed the middle-aged man's hands with both hands.

But just as I asked the question, I felt something and looked down.

The middle-aged man knelt down directly.

But at this moment, howling sounds were heard.

One of the three could no longer hold back and threw himself into his mother's arms, wailing loudly: "Mom, my brother is dead, and we are all dead."

Hearing this, all the villagers paused.

The village chief's lips turned pale, and he asked tremblingly, "Yu'er's father is gone?"

While questioning, the village chief's legs went weak, but fortunately the middle-aged man quickly helped him up.

But just when the middle-aged man was about to speak, he saw everyone looking at him, children, old people, women, all of whom were his fellow villagers.

The women and the elderly all had tears in their eyes, and the children looked confused.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists, not knowing how to answer.

but.

The middle-aged man looked at everyone and nodded, then turned his head away, not daring to look at them again, and lifted the cloth covering the cart.

One jar after another appeared in everyone's sight.

Each one has a name written on it.

Some elderly people fainted directly.

One woman couldn't hold back her tears any longer and threw herself onto the cart.

The middle-aged man lowered his head.

The man in his mother's arms kept saying to his mother, "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't come back with me."

The young man's eyes were filled with tears and snot.

But when I got closer, I noticed that the young man was missing an arm.

Ma Yue was holding the hand of her mother.

This was a lame woman. She was not very pretty and was even a little skinny.

However, the woman looked calm and showed no signs of crying, only her face was pale.

Holding Mo Yue, the woman came to the front of the cart and looked at the two urns placed in the front. She looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Brother Lin."

The middle-aged man looked at the woman. It had only been a year, but the woman had become so sick. He thought of the woman's husband and her younger brother, who had always said that after they got the military pay, they would take the woman to see a doctor and take He Huaer to school in the town.

The woman looked at the middle-aged man and asked softly, "Brother Lin, did my husband and brother die in a cowardly way?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man could no longer control himself, tears suddenly flowed out, and he nodded with sobs: "Not cowardly, not cowardly, we who survived are the most cowardly!"

At the end of his speech, the middle-aged man burst into tears.

The woman smiled softly: "Thank you."

Then he turned around and picked up a jar and gave it to Mo Yue.

The other one was held by himself.

Fortunately, the jar is not big, otherwise the two of them might not be able to hold it.

Mo Yue looked at the jar in her arms and said, "Mom, didn't you say that Dad and Uncle are back?"

The woman walked slowly because she was limping. When she heard what Ma Yue said, she replied, "That's what we are holding in our arms."

Ma Yue said "Oh".

I don’t know why, but I want to cry, especially when I look at the jar in my arms.

"Don't cry!" The woman looked at Mo Yue and scolded her, then said, "Be good, He Hua'er, don't cry! Let's go home and take your father and uncle home."

Ma Yue said "hmm", but tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.

She knew that her father would never carry her on his shoulders to play again, and her uncle would never tease her again.

The whole village was covered with white cloth on that day, and on the next day, graves were erected one after another on the open space in the back mountain.

But it was the people in the village who helped Ma Yue's family get it done.

Because the woman who had not shed a tear from beginning to end had a high fever that night, and the villagers who came to take care of her could clearly hear that this poor woman was calling the names of her husband and brother all night long.

But after only two days, the woman got up from the bed, forced herself to do it, and took He Huaer to the cemetery to burn paper and light incense for her husband and brother.

When I came back, I took the little fish and meat I had at home and the bacon that I only ate during the Chinese New Year, and went to the homes of those who had helped me to express my gratitude.

The woman remembered what her husband said, 'Even though the villagers helped us, we must know how to repay their kindness.'

Another day passed, and it was as if nothing had happened. The woman dragged her sick body and tidied the house, leaving it just as it usually was.

As for Mo Yue, she was also dressed in clean clothes. Although she was not as dressed as the girls in the city, she was still outstanding and cute.

Many people in the village could see that the woman did this to wipe the moon.

Mo Yue has been hiding in bed crying these days, so her eyes are swollen.

There is a saying in the village that if your eyes are swollen, you can just rub them with eggs. The woman didn't say anything and went to borrow some eggs.

Mo Yue pursed her lips and looked at her mother, without the usual liveliness and childishness: "Mom, I'm sorry."

The woman felt inexplicably sad, and wiped her tears while turning around to pick up the eggs, then said, "Your father and uncle don't like to see you cry, so mother won't let you cry in front of them. At other times, you can cry if you want."

Ma Yue bit her lip and nodded, tears streaming down her face again.

The woman hugged her daughter and said, "Mother is here. Mother is here."

The woman pinched her arm to stop herself from crying.

He just kept mumbling, "Mom is here, it's okay, Mom is here."

In the huge yard, the woman held her daughter in her arms. From now on, they were the only ones there.

Spring goes and winter comes.

Ma Yue is twelve years old.

The woman became more drier and coughed frequently.

Next to the stove, the woman sat on a small stool, looking a little weak. She pointed at the hay over there and looked at her daughter: "Do you remember what mother told you about how to build the stove?"

Mo Yue grabbed her mother's arm and nodded: "I learned it."

The woman nodded with satisfaction and looked at the pot.

Mo Yue immediately said, "I know how to cook rice and boil water. Mom, let's go lie on the kang. I know how to light a fire."

The woman smiled with difficulty: "Mom, it's okay. Brother Lin and his friends sent two fish and some cabbage today. Write them down in the notebook."

Mo Yue nodded vigorously. Looking at her mother's expression, she felt indescribably distressed.

The woman raised her hand tremblingly and rubbed the top of Mo Yue's head: "Our family doesn't owe anyone anything. If we can't pay it back now, we will pay it back double in the future."

At this point, the woman looked at her daughter, hesitated, and smiled again: "Mom will be well soon, very soon. When spring comes, I will teach you how to plant rice."

Mo Yue nodded and said, "Yes!"

The woman smiled and said, "Go and play, mother will chop wood."

That day, the woman had been chopping wood. She had been collecting firewood since the weather got warmer, and by today she had already filled up half of the kitchen's firewood pile.

After chopping the firewood, she leaned against the wall, looked at the firewood and smiled. The child wouldn't be cold anymore.

As she laughed, the woman began to cry.

That night, the woman got up and looked at her daughter sleeping. She smiled and touched her daughter's head, "Mother lied. Mother can't wait until spring."

With tears in her eyes, the woman endured the pain in her body and left the house.

There is a light snowfall.

The woman used all her strength to knock on the door of every household in the village and kowtow, begging the villagers to give her daughter He Hua a meal. The child had learned everything and did not need anyone to take care of her, but she just wanted a meal.

The next day, Mo Yue got up early and was about to light the stove. When she opened the door, she saw the yard full of people from the village.

And his mother was lying on the cart.

Mo Yue lowered her head and walked into the kitchen.

Then I couldn't bear it anymore.

That day, Ma Yue became an orphan and no longer had any relatives.

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PS: I cried so hard while writing this. Oh my god.

(End of this chapter)