Taoyuan Mountain Village

Time seems to have returned to the past.

Song Weiran came to the village with a crying child.

There is a cow in Yushan Village, which belongs to the collective. Because the children in the village lack nutrition, a good person in the city donated a cow directly, so that the cow can produce milk in the morning and the children can drink fresh milk.

Yushan Village in 1994 was too backward.

Originally, Song Weiran wanted to try his luck to find some goat milk, or tofu juice or something, or to find someone to buy some soy milk powder. When he came to the small supermarket in the village, Song Weiran bought a pack of VV soy milk powder and a Pack Qingdao biscuits.

This is already the best thing the village can buy.

"Young man, where are the children from? They're starving. You don't even have a milk bottle. Hurry up and find the old man Zhao, who is a cow herder in the village, and ask him to give you some milk for the child to drink."

The woman in the sweater saw that Song Weiran didn't look like a bad person, and pointed to the outside.

Song Weiran was already sweating and couldn't be in a hurry.

The child kept crying. He is a young man in his twenties. How can he have any experience in taking care of a child.

"thanks, thanks!"

Song Weiran took the things and asked the location again, and hurried to find old man Zhao.

At this time, Yushan Village was prosperous, and Song Weiran quickly found the old man Zhao who was herding the cows. The old man Zhao was looking for the Ququ dishes that the cows liked to eat. In the cold weather, there was not much feed to feed the cows in the village. Only rely on him to find.

At this time, the Ququ dishes have not been frozen and have changed color, but for cows, they are delicious food.

The old man Zhao was very distressed for the cow, thinking about whether there could be more bean curd residue in the village today, so that the cow could eat more, and also thinking about where to find a warmer mountain den to get some wild vegetables for the cow to eat.

Once it snows heavily, he can't do anything about it.

"uncle."

Song Weiran came running with the crying child, looked at the cows that were grazing, and quickly said, "Can I buy some milk, sir?"

The old man Zhao looked at Song Weiran, and then at the crying child, he mumbled a few words and took the bottle that Song Weiran was carrying.

"Northeasterner?"

"Yes, from the northeast."

"Your child?"

Seeing that Song Weiran didn't look like a human trafficker, Old Man Zhao still asked.

"My sister's, something happened at home. I'm going to take this child back. Uncle, how much does this child eat in one meal? He seems to be starving."

Song Weiran also let out a sigh of relief when he looked at the child who was desperately drinking milk.

"Give him less food first, how long have you been starving him?"

"I don't know..." "Young people today, where was the child born?

South?

A child as young as this in the south was suddenly taken to the northeast by you, where it is dozens of degrees below zero. "

The old man Zhao came to look at the child, with a smile on his face, teasing the child.

The child who eats almost the same can't drink milk and falls asleep after crying a few times. After crying for a long time, he is exhausted.

"Good boy!"

Old Man Zhao liked this child very much, and even the cows stretched out their heads to look at him. By the way, he scolded Old Man Zhao. He was still milking hard when he couldn't express the milk, which is usually not so bad.

"My dear, go back and find a few pounds of tofu dregs for you to eat."

The old man Zhao happily touched the big head of the cow.

"This, this..." Song Weiran panicked too. He knew that the old man in front of him was right, so he took the child directly to the freezing northeast. Judging from the environment at home, it would be difficult for the child to resist. , After all, the conditions at home were not good. At the beginning, his sister was frozen to death because of the poor situation, so she went to work in the south.

This kid won't freeze to death, will he?

"Master, what should we do then?"

Song Weiran was a little flustered, looking at the sleeping child, he was at a loss, after all, he was only twenty years old.

"Let your sister take it with you."

"My sister, my sister can't take it."

"Where's your brother-in-law?"

"Divorced, my sister doesn't even feed the baby now, I've been holding her all day."

"I smell bad, and you didn't change his diaper, did you?"

Old Man Zhao took Song Weiran back to the house, helped to change the child's diaper and cleaned it. Looking at the sleeping child lying in the bed, Song Weiran suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps because he is usually quite lonely, the old man Zhao looked at the child cheerfully.

"Master, do you live on your own?"

Song Weiran asked, already moved.

The old man Zhao nodded and sighed: "Yes, my wife left early, and I didn't have a child, but I helped my sister take care of three children when I was young, so I have some experience."

"Master, put the child with you for a while. I'll go back and get something. My arm is sore too."

Song Weiran could see that the old man Zhao liked children very much, and with all the things at home, it was impossible for his sister to take good care of the child in this situation.

"Zhongzhongzhong, you go, I will help you watch, you can rest assured!"

The old man Zhao smiled and nodded.

Song Weiran got up, glanced at the child, turned and left, without the soy milk powder, biscuits or bottle.

The old man Zhao watched Song Weiran leave, then turned to look at the child, and said cheerfully: "My child, it is estimated that you will live with me in the future.

Sigh, I hope you are not sick, otherwise I really can't cure it. "

He was old and mature. Old Man Zhao could see Song Weiran's plan at a glance. He spoke clearly. He was old and felt that he would not be able to live for long.

This is not an old man.

Take care of a child, he can still take care of it.

Looking at the sleeping child, the old man Zhao stood at the triangular window of the mud-brick house, and stood on the bench looking at Song Weiran who was leaving outside. Song Weiran turned around three times in one step, and finally ran away.

The old man Zhao watched like this. Twenty minutes later, the child was still asleep, and Song Weiran came with a cloth bag. This time he came here not openly, but secretly.

The package was placed at the door, and Song Weiran patted the wooden door and ran away quickly.

The old man Zhao watched this scene without shouting or moving. He waited until Song Weiran disappeared from sight, and the old man said cheerfully: "I have a child, I have a child!"

He was barren, his wife passed away very early, and he was lonely all his life, with only one cow to accompany him for the past two years.

Now that he has this child, he suddenly feels that his life has brightened up a lot, and he is no longer the only one.

Hurry out and look outside, and then look at the package, which is full of children's clothes and diapers, as well as a few toys and tiger-toed shoes.

In this somewhat large cloth bag, old man Zhao found some money from it, scattered eighty-three yuan and two cents, and a small note.