Snow.

Still coming down.

Zhang Heng was walking in the small town.

Enter the eyes.

Many houses were crushed by heavy snow.

Some families, including their entire family, were buried in the rubble.

Some were more lucky. They saw the house creaking and escaped wrapped in quilts. Several families hugged each other and sat together in the snow to keep warm.

"Why are you lying here?"

Zhang Heng walked forward.

Passing an intersection, I saw a middle-aged man lying in the snow with a load beside him.

Zhang Heng knew him.

Everyone called him Ma Laowu. Every time there was a big market, he would take his wife to the market to sell fried rice.

“It’s comfortable here.”

Ma Laowu was lying on the snow, looking content and content.

Zhang Heng saw something was wrong.

He looked to both sides and asked doubtfully: "Where is your wife?"

"Dead."

Ma Laowu didn't even open his eyes.

"Dead!"

Zhang Heng thought of the heavy snow and said, "The house was crushed?"

"It's bad luck."

"I even told them to run away, but everyone was so stupid that they insisted on moving things out."

"Then it fell. My wife, my father, my mother, and my four-year-old daughter were all smashed inside."

Ma Laowu looked blank, as if he was not talking about himself: "I just said bring some rice and noodles, don't be reluctant to part with the furniture in the house, God will not allow you to be so greedy."

Zhang Heng was silent for a while.

Don't know what to say.

See him and say nothing.

Ma Laowu sat up and suddenly said: "Are you hungry? I brought rice noodles and fried a bowl of rice for you."

Shake his head slightly.

Zhang Heng knew very well.

This is great sorrow without tears, great pain without sound.

Ma Laowu seemed unaware and nothing happened. In fact, he was too sad. He was so sad that it was as if the person who died was a stranger and he couldn't feel the sadness.

Wait for a while for your brain to react.

Only then will he understand that his parents, wife, and children are all dead, and he is the only one left.

certainly.

There are also those who have never been able to react.

We call this kind of person...madman.

Now.

Ma Laowu is a little crazy.

The whole family died, and I was the only one left in this ice and snow.

In this situation, what normal person would ask someone if they want to eat fried rice.

Saying these words shows that Ma Laowu is no longer normal.

"What can I do?"

Go forward.

A group of people gathered in front.

Zhang Heng listened from the side.

There was a widow surnamed Song. Last summer, her husband was doing corvee labor and was killed while moving rocks, leaving only a pair of orphans and a widowed mother.

Because the child is still young.

Widow Song never remarried and took care of her children alone, relying on odd jobs and financial support from her parents' family.

this morning.

The neighbor originally wanted to ask Widow Song to dig up grass roots together.

As a result, no one opened the door after knocking for a long time.

Kick the door and take a look.

Widow Song has frozen to death.

It was cold, and because she had to work and no man in the family went out to chop firewood, Widow Song didn't have much firewood at home.

She always saves herself from burning, every little bit she can save.

But these fifteen days of heavy snow still burned up all the firewood at home.

When you kick open the door.

Widow Song lay naked on the bed.

The quilts and blankets at home were all covering the children.

The child is fine.

But no one could laugh.

How can a newly weaned child survive in the cold weather?

"Yesterday afternoon, Widow Song came over with her child in her arms. I didn't even understand what was going on."

"Now that I think about it, Widow Song's house probably ran out of firewood yesterday afternoon."

An old lady said with regret.

"Same goes for Xiao Song. He doesn't even ask if he doesn't have firewood at home. If he doesn't have any, he just says so. The family will give him some, and if he adds up, he can survive for a few more days." An afterthought complained.

Hear this.

No one spoke to me.

It snowed heavily during the day and at night, for half a month.

Who knows when the snow will stop.

If a family borrows some firewood, if the offer is nice, how many families will lend it to them?

If it was so easy to borrow, how could Widow Song freeze to death?

"Widow Song is gone, what will happen to her child?"

The little daughter-in-law on the side said: "Laisan, haven't you been making trouble, saying that this child looks like you and you want to recognize him as your son? What do you say?"

"Daughter-in-law of the Liu family, please stop making trouble. Don't you know what I'm thinking? I didn't want to marry Widow Song and coaxed her into saying so."

The man known as Lai San even retreated: "Besides, I am an old bachelor. I am over thirty and do not have a wife. If you give me a three-year-old child, I will not take care of it."

You say something, I say something.

No one wants to raise this child.

Finally, there was an old pig-killing household with six girls and no son. When he heard about this, he was so happy that he wanted to take the child away.

"Xiao Miao Zhu, this child doesn't have a name yet."

The butcher held the child in his arms and asked Zhang Heng with a happy face: "Thank you, what do you think this child should be called?"

Zhang Heng took the child over and took a look.

After a while, he said: "The child is too young to raise. Before he is twelve years old, he cannot be given a name. He is only called by his nickname. His nickname will be Tian'er, which means God's son. I hope he can be blessed by God.

Then lend me some happiness and longevity."

Finished.

Zhang Heng paused again: "If he can live beyond the age of twelve, he will be renamed Tianliu, which means that God will spare his life and let him grow up well."

"Tian'er."
To be continued...