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As the night gets darker, the sounds of cicadas and frogs interweave one after another. There is never a lack of hustle and bustle in the countryside on summer nights, but this kind of hustle and bustle has a bit of tranquility, which is completely different from the bustling city.

The room was dimly lit, and Song Yunping was standing beside the bed. Father Song's breathing on the bed had gradually stabilized, but his face was still a bit pale and haggard.

"Mom, you go to sleep, I'll just watch over you."

Mother's eyes were swollen from crying. Although Song's father's condition had stabilized after Wang Zhong's treatment, Song's mother was still uneasy and unwilling to go to sleep.

"I'll just keep watch. You can go to sleep first!" Mother Song shook her head and said with concern.

Where could Song Yunping sleep? Because of her family background and college quota, her younger brother Song Yunhui had just had a big quarrel with his father, blaming his father for everything.

For many years, my father has always had a knot in his heart because of the family composition problem. He felt sorry for Song Yunping and Song Yunhui, his sister and brother. He was filled with guilt and a big stone had been weighing on his heart. Yesterday, Song Yunhui's heart-piercing words became the last thing that broke the camel's back. straw.

"I'll sit here for a while. Is there any news from Xiao Zhong?" Mother Song grabbed her daughter's hand and asked with concern.

Although the old man fainted because of his son, in the end it was the flesh that fell from his body. Now that his wife has woken up, Song’s mother’s anger has almost disappeared. She thinks of the hardships and sufferings that her children have endured over the years. The cold looks and ridicule, and the blame for his son turned into heartache.

Song Yunping shook her head and said, "Not yet."

"There's still some rice in the rice vat. You go and get it to make some porridge. It's late at night and they're looking for Xiaohui for us. We can't help but show some respect."

"Xiao Hui didn't eat much just now. Once the porridge is cooked, he can have a hot mouthful to warm his stomach when he comes back."

As the night gets darker, the bright moon like a jade plate hangs far above the sky, all the stars are hidden, and strands of silver yarn like light gauze are scattered among the mountains and rivers.

The members of the Shanbei Brigade formed teams in twos and threes, holding flashlights and torches, scattered within a few miles of the small mountain village, searching inch by inch, but they could not find Song Yunhui in the entire Shanbei Village. traces.

Under the moonlight, beside the mountain road, Song Yunhui squatted on the ground, his head buried between his legs. No matter how precocious he was, he was still just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, after all, he lacked the stability and thoughtfulness of an adult.

Song Yunhui was in a bad mood. In fact, he didn't hate his father that much. He also understood the anguish in his father's heart. Song Yunhui also understood his father's difficulties due to years of differential treatment, discriminatory eyes, and cynicism.

Only this time, the resentment accumulated over the years was triggered, and the inner balance was broken. All the anger, unwillingness, resentment, and injustice were vented countless times. Song Yunhui could only and dared to blame his father, and at the same time, On himself.

"Haven't figured it out yet?"

In fact, Song Yunhui felt a little regretful when he ran away from home, but compared to that regret, his sister Song Yunping took the initiative to give up and gave up her place in college to herself, which made Song Yunhui even more unable to let go.

But the sudden sound behind him really startled Song Yunhui.

Subconsciously, he stood upright and turned around to look behind him warily. Behind the yellow flashlight, he saw a tall and muscular figure approaching in the dim moonlight.

"Brother Wang Zhong?" Song Yunhui shouted subconsciously.

The light of the flashlight was a bit strong, so Song Yunhui couldn't see the face of the person for a while, but just by looking at the figure, Song Yunhui could probably guess it.

"it's me!"

Wang Zhong turned off the flashlight and came to Song Yunhui's side.

"Why are you running here?"

Seeing that the person who came was really Wang Zhong, Song Yunhui's heart dropped and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's quiet here." Song Yunhui said.

Wang Zhong said: "Not long after you left, your father fainted. Fortunately, your mother and your sister found out in time, otherwise..."

Before Wang Zhong could finish his words, Song Yunhui exploded and said excitedly, "My dad fainted?" "Don't worry, he's awake, but he's still very weak and needs to recuperate." Wang Zhong grabbed him and wanted to Song Yunhui ran back, "It's dark and the road is hard to walk. Slow down. Don't let anything happen on the road again and worry your parents and your sister."

Song Yunhui was a little anxious at first, but after hearing what Wang Zhong said, he calmed down instantly.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Song Yunhui said to Wang Zhong: "Brother Wang Zhong, thank you!"

Wang Zhong then turned on the flashlight and led Song Yunhui all the way towards the Shanbei Brigade.

"sister!"

Seeing his sister pacing anxiously back and forth outside the door, Song Yunhui almost couldn't hold his nerve.

"Xiaohui!"

Seeing her younger brother, Song Yunping's eyes lit up, and a smile instantly appeared on her face.

"You're finally back. Where did you go this night? Do you know that my parents and I are worried about you." Song Yunping grabbed her brother's hand and said excitedly.

Seeing the concern in her sister's eyes, Song Yunhui felt even more guilty: "Sister! I'm sorry, I..."

"OK OK!"

Song Yunping said hurriedly: "Hurry up and see Dad!"

"How is Dad now?" Song Yunhui asked hurriedly, with nervousness written all over his face.

Song Yunping said: "I just woke up again, and my complexion has improved a lot."

Song Yunhui nodded and was about to enter the house, but Song Yunping held him back.

"Xiaohui."

Song Yunping looked into Song Yunhui's eyes with a bit of pleading.

"You go in and talk to dad properly, and don't do the same thing as before."

Song Yunhui said: "Sister, don't worry. I was too excited just now. It was my fault. I won't do it again."

Song Yunping saw Song Yunhui's solemn expression and a bit of regret in his eyes. She also knew what kind of temper her brother was, so she stopped trying to stop him and let go of Song Yunhui's hand.

At this time, Song Yunping saw Wang Zhong standing outside the door.

"Brother Wang Zhong, thank you for helping me find Xiaohui." Song Yunping did not follow in a hurry, but thanked Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhongdao: "We are all neighbors, why are we so out of town? You and your family have helped me a lot over the years."

Song Yunping said: "I cooked porridge. Brother Wang Chong, you have been busy all night. You must be hungry. Come in and drink some first!"

"Cooking porridge? That's just right. I've been hungry for a while." With that, Wang Zhong walked through the courtyard gate and entered the Song family.

Song Yunping hurriedly served Wang Zhong a bowl of porridge, and then hurried out to inform the other villagers who were helping to find Song Yunhui, inviting him home, and each person presented him with a bowl of steaming porridge. Although the porridge was not thick, it was But it was a thoughtful gesture, and the villagers didn't feel that the Song family was being stingy. After all, in these days, every household was having a hard time. Just a pot of gruel, which was the old Song family's ration for several days.

After drinking the porridge, the villagers dispersed one after another, and Wang Zhong also returned home.

Early the next morning, Wang Zhong went to see Song's father for a follow-up visit. Song's father's condition had improved a lot, and his face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.