Chapter 3 Avalanche, Misery
When the chicken soup was brought in, the air was immediately filled with the tempting aroma.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Gurgle...
The three little ones covered their empty stomachs, swallowed subconsciously, and their eyes turned green.
Chicken soup! Chicken! They hadn’t tasted meat in a long, long time.
Despite this, none of the three little ones asked for soup or meat. They just stood aside and stared at the coarse porcelain bowl, looking so sensible that it was heartbreaking.
Seeing this, He Daxiang hurriedly shouted for the three kids to be taken out. Seeing their greedy looks, the sister-in-law couldn't eat anymore.
Old Mrs. Su took Xiaobao in, suppressed her sadness and didn't look at the three children.
It's unbearable to look at it.
What can I do? My family is so poor, this is the situation.
The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh, so you can only take care of the most important things at the moment.
Xiaobao is hungry too.
Even though she didn't want to eat, her little body and brain seemed to be out of control. When the spoon was handed to her mouth, she couldn't wait to open her mouth and started slurping the food quickly.
The temperature of the rice soup is just right, neither cold nor hot. As soon as you take a sip, you will feel warm all over. When you smack your lips, you can even smell the faint fragrance of rice.
Xiaobao sucked even more happily.
"You look quiet, but when you eat, you're like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food." Old Lady Su chuckled, the wrinkles around her eyes relaxing. "Eat slowly, no one's going to snatch it from you."
Yaobao closed his eyes and sucked.
It's not that she wants to eat.
It's the mouth that needs to eat.
The old woman sat on the edge of the wooden bed while feeding her baby. The room was only the size of a palm, cramped and simply furnished. There was only a wooden table at the head of the bed and a low cabinet for clothes in the corner at the foot of the bed, and no stools.
Mr. and Mrs. Su stared at their daughter eating. For a while, the only sound in the room was the baby slurping rice soup.
"What are you looking at? I've raised several kids, how can I not feed my little one? Hurry up and drink the chicken soup, the kids are waiting for milk, otherwise it will get cold." Old Lady Su glanced at him, "Eat what you need to eat and drink what you need to drink. There's no need to save some for this and that. The kids outside are already a few years old, so don't compete with your sister for food. Feel sorry for them, and make up for it from other places in the future. Life is long."
"Little Bao also needs to grow."
Liu Yuelan felt embarrassed when her mother-in-law exposed her thoughts. She didn't dare to say anything more. She took the soup bowl from the man and started drinking it.
The coarse porcelain bowl, as big as an adult's palm, was filled to the brim with chicken soup, with oil floating on top and chicken meat crammed into the bottom, creating a fragrant aroma. For families who had not eaten meat for many years, this bowl was a delicacy.
Liu Yuelan saw the three kids swallowing their saliva just now. She really wanted to secretly save some chicken to satisfy the kids' cravings later.
But what my mother-in-law said is not wrong, the baby also needs to grow up.
It's already difficult for poor families to survive the winter, and the baby happened to be born at this time. If the milk supply can't keep up, and the family is in this situation, how can such a small child survive this long and cold winter...
"Eat." Su Da stood aside and whispered to his wife, "When winter is over and spring comes, I will go to the mountains a few more times and bring back some meat for the kids and the family."
"Yeah." Liu Yuelan lowered her head and responded softly, tears quietly filling her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.
She remembers the love of her mother-in-law and the love of her family.
Xiaobao was eating with great relish, but he couldn't close his ears, so he was forced to listen to the conversation between the adults.
She came to the conclusion that this family was very poor, even poorer than her previous family, and they couldn't even afford meat.
But it is different from the previous home. Here, they will give in to others when eating and not fight over food.
Also, "Grandma" said that Xiaobao also needs to grow up.
She is Yaobao.
Newborn babies need to sleep after eating and drinking. The little baby burped with the aroma of rice, yawned, and fell asleep in a daze, but could still hear the lively noise outside the window.
"Second brother, please secure the pillar over there. The snow is so heavy it won't stop anytime soon. Don't let the accumulated snow collapse the roof."
"Three little ones, the snow in the yard is now in your hands. Clean the yard and then we can eat."
"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Eat the sweet potato paste! I'll also roast a big white radish for you!"
"Okay, I love carrots! I'll leave the chicken soup for Auntie, because she needs to feed my younger sister."
…
Xiaobao's eyelids slowly drooped and he fell asleep.
Occasionally, he woke up dazed and turned over twice. When a warm and soft object was put into his mouth, he sucked it subconsciously, and then continued to sleep.
…
When I woke up again, I suddenly felt cold.
The reflex consciousness formed by being dragged out of the laboratory in the middle of the night to have acupuncture and marrow extraction in the previous life made Xiaobao open his eyes suddenly. He felt a violent shaking in front of his eyes, followed by a loud noise like a landslide hitting his eardrums.
"Avalanche! Run!"
"Where are Dad and Mom? Have they come out yet?"
"Come out, stop talking nonsense and run!"
There was a chaotic noise all around, with roars and frightened cries everywhere.
As evening approached, Dahuai Village was filled with wailing.
Yaobao was held in the arms of the young woman, and when she fled the house, she did not forget to pull a small quilt to wrap her tightly.
Even so, the newborn baby's face turned pale when he was exposed to the wind outdoors in the cold winter.
"Don't be afraid, my dear, don't be afraid. Mommy is here." Liu Yuelan hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her in a trembling voice. She was also still in shock.
At this time, the whole family had already run out of the house and were standing in the wilderness with lingering fear. More people were running out from around them, and the scene was chaotic and depressing.
Mrs. Su counted the number of people in the family and found that everyone was there. She breathed a sigh of relief and draped the thin blanket she had hurriedly grabbed when she ran out over Liu Yuelan. Her pale lips moved, her eyes were red, and after a long while she squeezed out two words, "Wrap her up."
Liu Yuelan was young, and just two words immediately forced out the tears she had been holding back, "Mother..."
"Okay, why are you crying? Tears are bad for your health. Hold them back! As long as everyone is alive, it's a good thing."
The other members of the Su family fell silent. At this moment, no one had the mind or energy to speak.
Su Da and Su Er, each holding their three children, looked at the snow-capped mountain behind the village.
The snow-capped mountains are very high, with snow piled on the tops all year round.
The collapse was like the sky falling and the earth splitting apart.
Fortunately, the avalanche went in another direction. Although Dahuai Village was affected, the damage was relatively small. Most of the villagers ran away and there were no casualties. Only some old and dilapidated houses partially collapsed in the tremor.
Old Man Su also looked in the direction of the avalanche. He was silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "That's Xujia Village... A village I'm afraid..."
Death is imminent.
The fear after escaping death began to erupt, and the crying around became louder and more sad.
Yaobao’s vision was not clear enough, he could only hear the crying sounds bursting out in his ears, and his heart was as calm as water.
She has no empathy, she only knows that when someone dies, people cry, and people cry because they are sad.
But she didn't understand or experience what sadness was.
Yaobao kept his eyes open quietly, and in his eyes there was a calmness and indifference that others could not see.
Those who don’t want to die will die, and those who want to die will still be like a baby who can only lie down and eat.
I can't die even if I want to.
The world is so strange.
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