Temporary workers in the war

In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, due to successive years of natural disasters, the land of Yanzhao was barren.In April of the Gregorian calendar, although it has entered the theoretical summer and the spring sowing work has come to an end, there are thousands of miles of bare land, sparsely populated, and scenes of dead vines, old trees and crows everywhere.

This is a small village with only a dozen houses on the North China Plain near the edge of the Great Wall. Although it is small, there is only one family left in the small village because of avoiding the war.

A rural woman in her thirties was sitting on a small stool in front of the earthen stove and pulling the bellows, and the doors and windows of the house were burning under the pot.

Her name is Cuihua, and she is originally from Shenyang. Because her husband loves her very much, the neighbors also jokingly call her husband Cuihua. His son, holding her by one hand, desperately followed the crowd to escape into the pass.

In the first few days, it was better, because I had 5 oceans and some copper coins on my body, and the husband and wife could spend their money on food and money.

However, Shenyang is thousands of miles away from Guannei, and it is really difficult to walk on two feet alone.As the days passed, all the money and food were finally spent.

No matter how hard it is, you can't treat your son badly. In order to supplement milk for his wife Cuihua, her husband Cuihua relied on his brute force to walk south all the way, doing various odd jobs along the way.

The road was tortuous, and although it was hard work, the family of three was able to stay together, and the husband and wife were satisfied. They never quarreled or anything like before, and they were always humble to each other.

But one day, when her husband was helping weed in a rich family, the mother and son who were hiding in a dilapidated mountain temple were robbed by island bandits pretending to be Chinese.

At the critical moment, Aizi's eager mother broke out. She ran forward so fast that she even left the island bandits who had been chasing her far behind.

In Cuihua's heart, she firmly remembered her husband's words, that is, go all the way south.She hugged her son tightly and ran out for many miles in one breath.

Finally out of danger, Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief, and then slumped down on the ground due to excessive force.

After Cuihua had rested, she saw that her son was still sound asleep, and she couldn't help but smile.But she looked around and soon discovered a terrible fact that she was lost and could never return to the mountain temple that still had her husband's breath.

Cuihua lost contact with her husband! !

After crying bitterly, Cuihua gritted her teeth and carried her son in her arms without hesitation to continue fleeing to the customs, asking for news about her husband along the way.

 …

In China, where the land is vast and abundant, finding someone is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack, and Cuihua is disappointed again and again.

But Cuihua has always believed that her husband is still alive, and he must be looking for herself just like herself.

So Cuihua carried her son all the way south, begging along the way.After going through all kinds of hardships and hardships, she finally came to the pass and settled down in this small village without people.

She was delighted to see that the owner of this house left many useful items, such as simple furniture, farm tools...  

Having arrived at a theoretically safe place, she decided to stay here temporarily because she didn't want to be bumpy anymore.

She cultivated pieces of land in front of and behind the house, planted various kinds of food, and finally gradually settled down.

But her heart is always thinking about her husband who has lost contact for a long time, and whenever she has free time, she often hugs her son and waits blindly at the entrance of the village, hoping that one day her husband will suddenly appear.

Two years have passed, and his son Gou Sheng has also learned to walk and call his mother, but there is still no news from his long-awaited husband.

Every night is a torment for Cuihua, who lives like a year. Her son falls asleep soon, and Cuihua, who is free, will fall asleep thinking of her husband's voice and smile.

 …

Although her clothes were very worn out and patched everywhere, they were very clean.The scorched yellow and earthy color on his face silently confided the hardships of life. It seems that the days of Jiangzi should be long.

As the saying goes, a man deserves clothes and a horse deserves a saddle.Although Cuihua, who is in her thirties, wears unusually simple clothes, but through her uneven figure and fair neck, she can vaguely see her youthful beauty.

The fire was burning very vigorously. Cuihua looked thoughtfully at the small logs on the ground that had been split by a broken axe, stretched out her right hand that was covered with calluses due to long-term labor, grabbed a piece of wood, and Throw it in.

"Hey, at the market a few days ago, I heard that Dashanghai wanted to recruit workers. Anyway, the food at home is only enough for this meal. If I can't finish the meal, I will take my children to Dashanghai too!

It is said that the leader of the work is a hero named Shenma Huoqilin, who is very anxious and righteous, and is very enthusiastic about helping the poor. I hope he doesn't dislike me and bring children, and can arrange a sewing for me. works on the line. "

The woman named Cuihua turned her head to look at the little boy who was playing with mud in the yard, her eyes were full of endless kindness, she brushed her forked hair behind her ears, and couldn't help smiling.

"The dog left, be careful and play slowly, don't knock it!"

Cuihua didn't speak, but when she heard her mother's order, the little friend named Gousheng ran over in a flash.

"Mom, mom, the dog is hungry."

This tiger-headed little friend threw himself into his mother's arms all of a sudden, clamoring for food.Mother gently stroked his little face, and said with a smile: "Gou Sheng, the steamed stuffed buns that mother made for you, do you like to eat?"

When Gousheng heard the words, he laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns now!"

"Hehe, what's the rush? You have to let mom let go of your breasts even if you're breastfeeding, little rascal! Be good, and you'll be fine in a while."

While Cuihua was talking, she sneakily poked Gousheng's brow with her right hand, her face bloomed with a smile, and the hardships of life were temporarily gone.

Gousheng nodded, pretending to be serious and said: "Well, Gousheng will definitely listen to his mother. Gousheng will not make his mother angry. Gousheng is obedient."

Seeing that her son was so sensible, Cuihua burst into a smile, touched her son's head, and said with a smile: "Gousheng is so good, let's play for a while."

"Ok!"

Gousheng hopped away again, but just after two steps, he stopped, looked back at his mother, and hesitated to speak.

Zhizi Mo Ruomu, seeing her son's appearance, it is obvious that this woman knows what he wants to say. Thinking of this, her own face turned a little cloudy, and there was some sparkling liquid in the corners of her eyes.

Taking advantage of her son's inattention, Cuihua quickly wiped away her tears with her cuff, trying to put on a smiling face, and the brilliance of motherhood shrouded her again.

"Gou Sheng, why don't you play anymore? Do you miss your father?"

"Mom, didn't you always tell me that there is a good father, and he will be home soon? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Woo woo woo..."

Hearing her son mentioning her husband, the young woman couldn't bear it any longer, hugged her son, and burst into tears.

The mother's crying frightened the 3-year-old little friend, and also infected him. Gou Sheng also cried with his mother.

The mother and son cried with each other in their arms, and a sad atmosphere quickly enveloped the dilapidated farmyard. The sky, which was clear just now, quickly covered with dark clouds, and then the light rain continued to fall non-stop.

The young women seem to have heard a faint singing voice. This song is "Let Tears Turn into Lovesickness Rain" which has been spread all over the streets in recent years.

Hearing this sound, Cuihua, who was crying bitterly with her son in her arms, began to hum and cry: "

It's a very lonely day

It's raining sadly

this is me who cares

and an indifferent ending

worked hard for love

used to escape for love

escape from the familiar past

escape from the strange you

It's a very lonely day

It's raining sadly

this is me who cares

and an indifferent ending

never hear from you again

don't know your secret anymore

only the familiar past

only the strange you

In those black and white dreams

No more blue and purple memories

At this age of meeting and parting

There are always traces of rain and wind

For the continuation of that pale love

For the beauty gained and lost

Just let this tear dry up again

Turn into the rain of lovesickness

For the continuation of that pale love

For the beauty gained and lost

Just let this tear dry up again

Turn into the rain of lovesickness

It's a very lonely day

It's raining sadly

..."

Without this mother's support, the fire in the clay stove was about to go out.God seems to have caught up with the misfortune of the mother and child, and even appeared to help, the wind picked up, and the stove was roaring again.

The sudden sound of the flames reached Cuihua's ears, awakening her to contemplate her husband, and she stopped crying bitterly.

The young woman looked down and found that her son Gou Sheng had fallen asleep crying and crying. Seeing this, she quickly picked up her son and ran to the house in three steps at a time.

Gently taking off her son's little shoes, Cuihua covered her son with a thin quilt.As if he felt his mother taking good care of him, Gou Sheng had a happy smile on his face, snored a little, and slowly fell asleep.

The mother's eyes full of love completely enveloped her son, and she saw her longing husband from the son who looked like her husband in a trance, and the scene of getting acquainted with her husband reappeared again.

Three years ago, it was a season when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying. The neighbor, Mrs. Wang, led a middle-aged young man with piercing eyes into her house.

Eighteen-year-old Cuihua secretly hid behind the curtain in the main room and boldly looked at her future husband secretly, with a smile on her face full of various satisfactions for him.

Everything went so smoothly, Cuihua's parents were very satisfied with the son-in-law whose parents had both died of illness, and there was a rhythm that was hard to find even with a lantern.

So, three days later, under the arrangement of her elderly parents, Cuihua married her husband full of apprehension and tension.How sweet is the life after marriage, carrying a hoe together in the morning to work in the field, and when the sun sets, they go home talking and laughing.

Seeing that their daughter had found a good-looking son-in-law, half a year later, the elderly parents entered Jiuquan one after another with smiles on their faces.

After stopping for another half a year, the son Gousheng was born, the husband and wife were overjoyed, and the motivation to work every day was even stronger.

 …

Thinking of this, Cuihua burst into tears again, and in the tears, she seemed to see her familiar and unfamiliar husband walking towards her step by step.