Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Bai Mingwei spoke loudly and resoundingly: "I will do it, I will definitely do it."

The old woman smiled, she smiled peacefully.

But she saw her head slowly lowered, leaning against her grandson, and there was no more movement.

Bai Mingwei stretched out his hand to test the old woman's breath. The hand he took back trembled slightly.

Her voice sounded slowly in the miserable wind and rain: "Auntie, go to sleep. There is everything in your dreams, no natural disasters, no hunger."

"The family is still there, the relatives are still there, the fields are still there, the crops are good, the livestock are prosperous, you will never be hungry again, never again..."

Bai Mingwei said, saying...

She took a deep breath and slowly put the little bitter root and the old woman together.

There was still a lot of porridge left in the bowl, Xiao Kugen couldn't take a bite, and the aunt didn't even eat the last full meal.

Bai Ming looked at the porridge slightly, slightly lost in thought.

"Miss, I'll take it."

Cheng Bi spoke softly and took the porridge from Bai Mingwei's bowl.

She took off her cloak and put it gently on the old woman and the little bitterroot.

Bai Mingwei looked calm, but his voice was a little tense: "Cheng Bi, aunt didn't even eat a bite, she just left. She told me a lot before leaving."

Cheng Bi's voice was hoarse: "Miss, maybe the aunt held her breath just to tell the lady their story."

"Before the young lady came, no one listened, and no one cared. But after the young lady came, some people were willing to listen to their sufferings, and some were willing to save them from misery."

"That's why I told you everything, hoping that you can save them, save these people who have lost everything, their families are ruined, and they are homeless."

Bai Mingwei said nothing, turned and left silently.

She did not blame herself for being late. Every time a disaster occurred, it meant thousands of deaths.

Not coming a moment early can save everyone.

It's not like being late will kill everyone.

The correct approach is to face these deaths and try to save those who are still alive.

She never regarded herself as a god, nor did she have vast supernatural powers.

But she will do her best, just like her grandfather has done for decades, to bring hope of life to these victims trapped in darkness.

Cheng Bi, however, cried silently while holding the porridge bowl after she left.

She cried and said, "Why don't you hold on for a little longer? Why don't you hold on for a little longer? The people who can obviously save you are already here..."

Yes, everyone who can save lives has already arrived, why do we still have to watch so many people die without even a chance to save them?
Bai Mingwei felt heavy, but it did not affect his judgment.

At this time, the hem of her clothes was pulled.

Because she didn't sense the danger, she didn't defend herself against the action.

When she lowered her head, what she saw was a dirty little face with sallow complexion.

But those eyes were so bright: "Big sister."

Bai Ming squatted slightly, waiting for the child's words.

The little boy murmured for a while before timidly asking: "Sister, are you the eldest sister of Grandpa Bai's family?"

Bai Ming nodded slightly: "Yes."

The little boy was embarrassed and looked very nervous.

After holding it in for a long time, he summoned up the courage and blurted out: "My mother has been saying these days that no one can save us except gods." "Big sister is here, we have porridge to drink, and mother said that Grandpa Bai is here to help people in need." The eldest sister is from Grandpa Bai’s family, so the eldest sister is also a fairy.”

"Sister Fairy, can you use your magical power to bring my sister back? After my sister was washed away by the water, my mother kept crying and crying until her eyes almost went blind from crying."

Bai Mingwei listened quietly, and just when he opened his mouth, the little boy was taken away by an old man.

The old man was extremely apologetic: "General, please don't worry about childish words."

After saying that, the old man criticized the boy angrily: "You stupid boy, why don't you understand that your sister can't come back! Go and talk to your mother, too, that your sister can't come back!"

The boy's mouth flattened and he cried "Wow".

She cried very sadly: "When the flood washed us away, my mother was lying on the wood, holding me with one hand and my sister with the other. Why did grandpa force my mother to let go of my sister's hand?"

"My sister can obviously survive. Grandpa, why do you have to force my mother to let her go! If my mother doesn't let her go, you just say you want to jump into the water..."

"Mother, she let go of her sister. She let go of her sister, and she was washed away by the water! Mother is very sad, and so am I. Grandpa, aren't you sad?"

The childish words fell like cold raindrops one by one.

As the children's words rang out, the old man burst into tears.

He seemed to be stunned by the question and was speechless.

But after a while, he explained in a hoarse voice: "Because your mother is thin, she is thin! She can't catch you two at the same time in such a fast river."

"If you don't let Xinghua'er go, you won't be able to survive. You and your sister have to choose one, and only one can live. Do you understand?"

The boy pursed his lips and shook his head, speaking directly to his heart: "Then why wasn't I the one who was let go? Why should I let my sister go?"

"Just because I am a boy, can I continue the family lineage and continue the family tradition? Just because I am a boy, can I help the family do heavy work when I grow up?"

The old man squeezed the boy's shoulders and was already crying: "My child, your sister is deaf and mute. Before the flood came, she was bedridden again."

"Even normal people can't survive at this age. A person with a broken body. If your mother and I can't survive the famine, who will take care of her?"

The boy was about seven or eight years old, and he couldn't understand his grandfather's decision.

All he knew was that the overwhelming water was rushing over them, as if they were being torn apart by something.

All he knew was that his mother held on to them desperately, but in the end she had to let go of her sister's hand.

He knew clearly how desperate his mother was at that moment.

The heartbreaking moment he felt was still fresh in his memory.

The desperate look in my sister's eyes when she was washed away by the water is still vivid in my mind.

If grandpa hadn't forced mother to let go, wouldn't sister have been swept away?

He couldn't bear to blame his grandfather, and he couldn't let go of his sister's death.

He could only throw away his grandfather's hand and throw himself at the feet of Bai Mingwei who was standing aside, bursting into tears: "Sister, please use your magical power to save my sister, okay?"

"Sister, she was not washed to death, nor was she swept away in the sand like my mother said. She must still be alive, but we can't find her..."

"My sister can't speak or hear, but she is very well-behaved. She can help the family with work, cook, herd cows, and feed chickens and ducks..."

"She would always leave eggs for me and sit in front of the stove and swallow her saliva; she would wrap her only cotton coat around my body, and her face would turn purple from the cold."

"She will take care of her grandfather and her mother... People in the village laugh at her and bully her all the time. She lives a very hard life, but she always smiles..."

"She hasn't grown up yet like me. Isn't it said that children will grow up quickly? She is still so young, how could she die?"

"So she must still be alive. Big sister, please don't give up on her, okay? Okay? If big sister gives up on her, she will really have no hope..." (End of Chapter)