Aunt Yuemei let go of her hand, leaned against the tree and shed tears silently.
During these days of traveling, she almost shed all the tears in her life.
The village chief didn't know what to say to comfort Aunt Yuemei. Her sons and grandsons left one after another, and it was a great pain for the parents to see their loved ones die.
After much difficulty in keeping Wang Xiuxiu, they raised another family's child. Not to mention Aunt Yuemei, even the village chief himself couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Suddenly, Aunt Yuemei, with red eyes, grasped the village chief's calloused hand, her voice trembling, "Dad, let's live a good life from now on."
"Yuemei..."
The village chief and Aunt Yuemei hugged each other and cried bitterly.
...
Listening to the suppressed crying of the two, Su Man felt a lump in her throat.
On the road of fleeing famine, some people were petty and killed each other, but there were also people who could still support each other after going through hardships.
Just as Su Man was thinking, her body felt heavy.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw that it was Zhou Anan. He quietly covered her with his quilt.
Their bedding was lost while they were fleeing famine, and these two quilts were given to them by the villagers.
Grandma Zhou and Zhou Pingping built a big one, and Zhou Anan built a small one for herself.
Su Man and Zhao Yuru were covered with the thick clothes in Zhao Yuru's bag.
Su Man said she had a fever, so she gave all the thick clothes to Zhao Yuru and just put on an outer coat herself.
It’s because Mimi often puts warm clothes under her coat, so she doesn’t feel cold at all.
But Zhou Anan didn't know all this. He only knew that it was cold at night in the mountains, and everyone was covered with thick clothes, except Su Man, who was left outside.
Zhou Anan stood up and covered Su Man with the quilt, hugging her arms and shivering.
Although it was cold, he had no intention of taking the quilt back. Instead, he was annoyed that he had just discovered that Su Man was "freezing".
After experiencing several life-and-death experiences, Zhou Anan knew how good Su Man was to them, and was unwilling to think about the past anymore. She only hoped that her family could stay together for a long time.
In the darkness, Su Man looked at Zhou Anan's slightly trembling back, and her heart felt warm. She pretended to turn over and hugged Zhou Anan directly, and the small quilt wrapped them both.
Zhou Anan was startled and wanted to struggle, but Su Man's embrace was so warm, exactly like the mother in her memory.
Ever since his mother left, he has never felt such a warm embrace again.
Zhou Anan's eyes were slightly moist, and he quietly hugged Su Man back, feeling the hard-earned warmth.
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In the early morning, morning mist rises from the mountain, and the air is filled with fairy air.
The village chief asked the villagers to pick what they could and set off at noon.
After some searching, Suman found a persimmon tree. All the persimmons at the bottom had been picked, leaving only a flash of yellow on the top of the tree.
It’s just that Suman’s tree-climbing skill was not maxed out, so she couldn’t climb that high after trying.
Zhou Anan looked up from below and said, "Aunt, you come down and I'll climb up."
Su Man came down in response. She looked up and said uncertainly, "This tree is very tall. Can you do it?"
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