The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 48

Little Tsing Yi grew up gradually, and sometimes she also thought that the days would pass in such an ordinary way.

until.

When I was eight years old, my mother fell ill.

He was very ill, lying in bed coughing constantly.

It was a snowy day, and the crystal snow was like goose feathers, falling in the sky. The village was covered by endless snow, and the white buildings seemed to be carved out of nature.

The children ran out to play, and the lazy adults watched with smiles on their faces, full of the flavor of the Chinese New Year.

"Peace and prosperity."

Some people feel that they are satisfied with everything now.

Xiao Tsing Yi glanced at the cold and dark room, lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

In the room.

The room was neatly tidied up by Tsing Yi, and the strong bitter smell of medicinal herbs was emitted, and the small stove was burning, and the temperature did not bring any improvement to the mother's condition.

"Tsing Yi has grown up"

Mother loves Tsing Yi very much. Since she got sick, little Tsing Yi has to bear everything in the family.

Little Tsing Yi lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

She rubbed her eyes, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Where's mother?"

Little Tsing Yi's voice trembled a little.

Niang didn't have the energy to speak, so she didn't answer her question.

Little Tsing Yi actually knew.

Dad asked someone to send a letter, the military situation at the border is serious, he can't come back for the time being, the people there need him
He is not coming back.

After so many years, Xiao Tsing Yi never took a look at him.

"Snowing"

The mother stared blankly at the snow scene outside the window, a bit of pain flashed across her eyes.

"Well, it's so beautiful."

Little Tsing Yi nodded and murmured softly.

The village is covered with cotton candy, festive and joyful.

Peaceful.

Mother's body is getting worse day by day.

Xiao Qingyi became thinner and weaker, her face was pale, her hands were covered with a thick layer of calluses, the clothes were worn out, and the icy cold wind could pass through.

She covered it, eager to keep some warmth for herself.

As dusk fell, the distant sky was dyed with a layer of sorrow, and the sky was flushed with red, guiding the way home for late-returning pedestrians.

It is the way back, and it is also the end.

There was constant coughing in the house, and my mother was pale, blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and she was skinny.

"It's snowing again."

Xiao Qingyi stood in front of the door, staring blankly at the falling snowflakes.

"Look, mother, it's snowing, your favorite snow scene."

Tsing Yi choked with sobs, she looked at the mother who was lying on the bed, who was so angry.

"Well, it's snowing."

Niang seems to be looking back at the past.

With a bit of nostalgia on her face, she looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

That winter, under the eaves to hide from the rain, one glance will determine life.

"Cough cough."

She lowered her head, coughed up blood, and gasped for breath.

Xiao Qingyi stared blankly at her mother, tears streaming down her face, she already had a premonition that the day of parting came.

The mother's tears were hanging down, and her heart was twisted like a knife.

"Who will help my child?"

Mother stretched out her hand to touch little Tsing Yi's head, such a sensible child.

She opened her mouth weakly, and noticed the bloodstains on Tsing Yi's body, the tattered skirt, and her emaciated body.

"Little Tsing Yi"

She whispered, pain in her eyes.

Xiao Qingyi sat in front of the bed, her eyes were red and swollen, she closed her skirt, not wanting her mother to worry.

"mother"

she said softly, repeating the word.

The snow was gradually falling, mixed with the sound of sharp wind.

It was very cold in the room, and my mother was coughing up blood, her lungs seemed to be on fire, and she couldn't stop panting, as if she wanted to breathe out all the suffering in this life.

"Candied haws"

Mother spoke.

Xiao Qingyi took out the candied haws that her mother told her to buy in the street, her mother knew that candied haws was her favorite.

Before leaving, she didn't want her mother to be sad.

Little Tsing Yi bit it blankly, the taste was like chewing wax, swallowed mechanically, tears mixed with crystal sugar, it was very bitter.

She suddenly lowered her head and cried, mother is leaving soon, leaving herself alone in this world.

"Don't go, mother."

Tears ran down her cheeks, and Xiao Tsing Yi's thin body shivered in the cold wind.

What should she do?
"Who will help me"

Little Tsing Yi crouched powerlessly in the corner.

Tears fell one by one, without raising dust, they dripped on the ground, soaking the earth, and the dilapidated slate just looked at it coldly.

The house is empty, and my mother's illness has spent all the savings in the family.

"When you come to the world, look at the sun more"

Before leaving, Mother tried her best and said dying.

The eyes she looked at Xiao Tsing Yi were full of love, that warm love used to be like the warm sun in winter, like honey in spring, warming Tsing Yi's heart.

However, it is more worrying, worrying about Tsing Yi's future, worrying about how she should live.

Mother left.

He never woke up again, leaving Tsing Yi with a cold corpse.

Little Tsing Yi walked to the front of the house in a daze, looking at the heavy snow, everything was like a big dream, when he woke up, the person who passed away would come back eventually.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, only unstoppable tears could explain her mood.

The helpless child squatting at the door, staring blankly at the outside world, this cold world that hates her.

"Look more at the sun"

Tsing Yi murmured to himself, raised his head, the sky was dark, like an eternal night.

"Peace and prosperity."

She read it again, and couldn't stop laughing out loud, with a sarcasm in that smile.

After laughing for a long time, it stopped abruptly.

Little Tsing Yi quietly looked at the snow in the distance, expressionless.

Passers-by looked at him suspiciously.

what is she looking at?
Can the thin clothes really stand the cold weather?
Little Tsing Yi squatted outside for a long time, until the snow stopped and the stars appeared.

The mother's cold body was still lying on the lonely bed. She told her with a smile last month that when she recovered from her illness, she took Tsing Yi to see thousands of mountains and rivers.

"mother"

Her voice was hoarse.

then.

The breeze was blowing the willows, the warm wind blowing through the village, the mother smiled and handed the candied haws to Xiao Qingyi, sweet in her heart.

today.

In the cold winter night, little Tsing Yi knelt on the ground, lonely.

(End of this chapter)