Chapter 0 Extra 14 Cuicui, Let’s Have a Baby
My ears are very good, so I heard what my third brother said clearly. I smiled and said, "Yes, I also think my family is very good, and my father is also very good."
There was envy in my third brother's eyes. I was so proud at the time. It was true. My father and I had found a great home. I couldn't bear to see my third brother unhappy, so I said to him, "I'll look around soon. If I find another cave like mine, I'll tell you."
My third brother had probably never seen someone like me before, and he finally smiled. He ate a large piece of chicken and drank a lot of chicken soup at my house. I noticed that he always had a satisfied smile on his face.
Dad just ate in silence without saying anything.
Later, my third brother came to my house more and more often. Every time he came, he would bring something, sometimes a pheasant, sometimes a rabbit. Anyway, he never came to my house empty-handed.
The winter was so cold that my third brother's hands and feet were covered in chilblains. I felt that life in the village down the mountain was worse than that of my father and me. I stuffed the washed and dried rabbit skins into my third brother's tattered, almost lint-free cotton jacket.
My third brother told me it was warm and that he was happy to meet me.
I was also very happy because, apart from talking to my father, I had hardly ever spoken to anyone else. My third brother told me a lot of things about the village, which I found very new and interesting.
The way Dad looks at my third brother is different now, but his cough is getting worse. I asked Dad how to cure him, and he said he'd just go to heaven. I don't know why Dad wants to go to heaven, and I don't know if life there is easy, and I don't want to go.
Daddy looked at me with a smile. That day, my third brother came again. Daddy asked me to go outside to roast a rabbit. I don’t know what my third brother and daddy said at home. When my third brother came out, the way he looked at me was even more different.
He squatted by the fire and roasted the rabbit with me. He asked me, "Cui Cui, will you be my wife?"
I looked at him with confused eyes, not understanding what "wife" meant. The third brother leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek, and quickly retreated. I saw that his face was red, different from the redness caused by the cold in winter.
I didn't know what my third brother meant, so I ran back home and asked my father, "Dad, my third brother wants me to be his wife, is that okay?"
Daddy looked at me and smiled, "Okay! Daddy agrees. Cuicui is a good child, your third brother will definitely love you forever."
"Then I'll listen to Dad." He jumped out and continued roasting the rabbit.
It rained heavily that summer. I remember it rained for three days straight. Daddy stretched out his hand to me with difficulty, "Cui Cui."
I followed him and seemed to understand something, but I didn't quite understand. Dad touched my hair and said, "Cui Cui, Dad is going to heaven. When Dad is gone, find a place to dig a hole and bury his body."
If Daddy's body isn't buried, he won't be able to go to heaven. Do you remember that?"
Daddy's words were struggling, but he tried hard not to pause. I nodded. "Dad, go with peace of mind. Life in heaven will surely be better than here. Daddy, when you get there, you must find a better house to live in. Don't hang around in the mountains all the time. There are too many wolves there, it's not safe."
Dad smiled, but he couldn't say a word. The moment Dad closed his eyes, I cried, very loudly. How could I not know?
My father and I have lived in this house for so long, and I've seen many villagers from the mountain carry a wooden box up the mountain to bury it. My third brother told me that whenever we see a scene like that, it means another person has died.
My father died. He said he went to heaven. I really hope he went to heaven. I didn't want him to worry about me, so I pretended not to know.
I went out in the rain and found a piece of vacant land. The ground there was very soft. Dad said that if he wasn't buried there, he wouldn't be able to go to heaven, and I wouldn't hold Dad back.
I started digging in the rain with the only small shovel in my house. When I had dug half a meter, my third brother came.
I will never forget that moment. In the white rain and fog, a young boy, soaked all over, ran towards the mountain carrying a shovel. Although he slipped and fell after a few steps, he would get up and continue to move forward.
He staggered over to me, my tears mixing with the rain as I yelled at him, "Third brother, my father is dead, and I have no home anymore."
He hugged me in his arms. He was cold all over, but I felt very safe.
He said, "Cui Cui, you have a family, and you have me. The two of us are a family. In the future, we will have many, many children, and they will also be our family. Our family is very big."
My third brother and I buried Dad together. I told him I didn't know how to make a wooden box, and he blushed. He didn't know how to make one either. Besides, he had no money and couldn't afford one.
My third brother told me it was unsafe for me to be alone in the mountains and asked me to go home with him. I looked at him doubtfully, "Third brother, didn't you say my home is great? Can't we continue living here? It's closer to Dad."
The third brother held my hand and told me seriously, "We are all human beings. We should live in the village. It is safer that way." I didn't understand. I was safe in the mountains too.
My third brother told me that there used to be constant fighting down there, and my father and I had to live there to avoid the chaos. Now that the fighting is over, everyone can farm well. If we all go down to the mountains and farm together, we'll have food to eat. We won't have to go hungry.
I followed my third brother down the mountain in ignorance. But, the people down the mountain are cannibals.
The first time I saw my third brother's mother, she called me a "little whore" as soon as she saw me. She said I was seducing her son and making him unable to walk. I didn't know what a "little whore" was, but I thought it was an unpleasant name.
When the third brother said he wanted to marry me, her mother beat him, severely, but the third brother refused to give in. Finally, the villagers couldn't stand it anymore and came to take her away.
But she wouldn't let me and my third brother into the house, saying she wouldn't recognize him as her son anymore. I was confused. How could you recognize a son? My third brother said he was born.
Third Grandma was a good person. She took my third brother and me in.
Gradually, I understood a lot of things. I also learned about the relationship between men and women. My third brother and I worked in the fields together. After the harvest, my third grandmother presided over the wedding for my third brother and me, and we got married.
In the innermost vacant lot of Qiligou, my third brother dried a lot of adobe bricks and prepared a lot of straw. Together with my third brother and a few of his friends, we built three houses.
My third brother and I moved in when the house was still wet. My third brother said we couldn’t always trouble Third Grandma.
That night, my third brother held me in his arms and said, "Cui Cui, let's have a baby. That way our family will be even bigger."
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