At this moment, a little boy covered in mud rushed in with a bunch of wild vegetables in his arms. He suddenly fell to the side of the straw mat, his eyes red:
"Grandma... please don't die, please don't die. Qingyang, be obedient and don't be naughty again."
"Grandma, look, Qingyang knows how to find food. I just found this in the woods at the foot of the mountain. This is edible, and many aunts are digging for it."
The little boy pushed all the wild vegetables he had picked in front of his grandmother, crying and anxiously expressing that he had grown up.
Wiping his tears with his muddy hands, he knelt down obediently beside the straw mat.
"Grandma, Qingyang will never let you work again. I will go dig every day and bring back a lot of it. This way we won't be hungry. Grandma, please don't die. I don't want you to die."
The little boy wanted to be strong, but the fear of losing his only relative made him tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop crying. Finally, he lay on his grandmother and cried loudly.
The old man's skinny hands covered with black spots tightly grasped his grandson's muddy little hands, and reluctantly said, "Qingyang, be obedient."
"Listen to your brothers and sisters in the future, work more, eat less, and don't make them angry, okay?"
"Grandma, you don't want me anymore? You are leaving too. You don't want Qingyang anymore?" Little Qingyang was very uneasy and confused.
At a very young age, he experienced the deaths of his younger sister, grandpa, father and mother one after another, and now it is the turn of his grandma who has always held him in the palm of her hand and loved him.
Why is this happening
The family had been living well in the small town, but suddenly the father lost his job and the family could not afford to eat. There were also many people looting on the streets, and many people were fleeing in a hurry with cloth bags on their backs.
The whole family was so hungry that they couldn't even get water to drink. In the end, they could only pack up their belongings and a few pieces of clothing and flee with others.
But along the way, we found people fleeing famine everywhere, and people dying of starvation, disease, and thirst everywhere.
And wherever they go, they will be driven away like wild dogs.
After much difficulty, they arrived in the mountains. They no longer had to add stinky water mixed with mud to the ditches, nor did they have to eat grass roots and tree bark. They had clean water to boil and drink, wild vegetables to pick, and they could also grow crops.
He originally thought that he and his grandma would return to their old peaceful life, but he didn't expect that even his grandma would leave him.
Qingyang didn't understand. He didn't understand why it stopped raining all of a sudden, why there was no food in the fields, why his father was doing a good job at work but suddenly passed away, and why his family members left him one after another.
"Qingyang, you don't want to listen to grandma?"
The old man felt sorry for his grandson, but at this time he could only harden his heart and look sullen.
"Listen, I listen, Grandma, please don't die. I'm scared. I'm so scared."
Qingyang shook his head vigorously, tears flying in the air. He hugged his grandma's arms tightly and refused to let go, as if only in this way could he feel more secure.
The old woman tried to cheer herself up, stretched out her skinny hand and touched his head: "Don't be afraid, Qingyang is a strong child. Even if grandma is gone, he will definitely be able to live strong."
"And grandma will always be watching over us Qingyang from the other side. When Qingyang grows up, he will get married, start a family, and have many children and grandchildren."
After taking two breaths, the old man blinked slightly, and a tear fell silently from the corner of his eye, soaking the white hair at his temples.