"Brother Yan, isn't the al ready yet? Your brothers are all hungry." A sharp voice ca from outside, impatient.
"No, no more firewood." A weak voice ca from a dilapidated thatched hut. From the curling smoke, it could be seen that this was a kitchen.
"No firewood? If you don't have firewood, you won't pick it up. Are you trying to starve your younger brother to death? You really are a loser. What else can you do except know how to eat?" The previous voice beca more and more sharp and ruthless. cursed.
The child who was in front of the stove couldn't help but flinched, fear flashed across his eyes.
Stoves in farmhouses are generally built higher, which further accentuates the thinness of the child. His complexion is unhealthy waxy yellow, and his body is so thin that he will fall if the wind blows. He is 16 years old, but he still looks like a child. Children of eleven or twelve years old.
A middle-aged man in a rough coat ca in and yelled at the boy in front of the stove: "You lose money, at least others can marry and earn dowry money, but I can only lose money for raising you. You can't even give birth to a fart, who would want you, and now you can't even take care of your younger brothers, what's the point of you being alive?"
The boy flinched again, and said weakly, "I'm sorry Dad, I, I'm going to pick up firewood right now."
"Hurry up, if you starve your brother, see if I don't beat you to death!" The middle-aged man said again viciously.
The boy imdiately put on a backpack that was even bigger than him, and left the house in a hurry, heading towards the back of the mountain.
The boy couldn't help reaching out to touch his stomach, and quietly opened a corner where no one noticed, revealing a gray imprint of a flower, with a sowhat depressed expression.
The place where the boy lives is a place where there are only brothers and n. Brothers bear the fertility. When each brother is born, there is a flower imprint above the navel. This is the symbol of being a brother. The flower imprint is more and more The brighter the color, the stronger the fertility.
The boy's flowers are very dark, which ans that his fertility is very low, and he may even be unable to have his own child for a lifeti. This was dood when he was just born, and everyone in the village knew it. Therefore, the boy did not live until he was 16 years old. But still no one ca to propose marriage.
The boy quickly sorted out his thoughts and cheered himself up. Even if no one marries him now, he will definitely et a man who will like him in the future, and he will take good care of him when the ti cos. He, and he lived hard, and then gave birth to a cute baby who is white and chubby.
The boy kept encouraging himself in his heart, his heart was full of longing for the future, and then he walked quickly towards the back mountain.
From the village to the back mountain, there will be a field. Looking at the green wheat seedlings erging from the field, the boy’s eyes are full of envy, because in his heart, besides wanting to marry a man who loves him, the other biggest wish is to have A field of his own.
In this way, he can plant his favorite crops in the field, and then take good care of them. When the autumn harvest cos, the family will have surplus food, and he doesn't have to be hungry every day.
At that ti, he will definitely make delicious food for the n who go out to work every day, and then take good care of their babies, and live a peaceful and warm little life.
Thinking of this, a small smile appeared on the boy's face, obviously very satisfied and yearning for such a life.
However, the most important thing now is to gather firewood and go ho quickly, otherwise it will be too late, the younger brothers will make trouble again, and my father will scold him.
The boy speeded up and walked proficiently on the mountain road. Obviously, he usually ca here often, but usually only at the foot of the mountain. After all, the mountain is still too dangerous for a brother, even if he is a man, he has to go with him.
The boy ca to the place where he used to collect firewood, and carefully put all the firewood that could be used into the back basket, probably because he ca here more often, and there was not much firewood that could be used here.
The boy looked at the road up the mountain and was a little hesitant, but when he thought that if he brought back enough firewood, his father would definitely beat him, and then he might not even have food to eat, when he thought of the feeling of hunger , the boy decided to walk up, as long as he picked up enough, he would co back, and if he didn't go too deep, there should be no danger.
While cheering himself up in his heart, the boy walked up the mountain, and carefully searched for the firewood that could be used along the way. Before he knew it, he had walked a long distance, but the boy didn't notice it.
"Hoo hoo... finally full, this should be enough." The boy looked at the full basket of firewood, and a small satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Then he bent down, trying to carry the whole basket of firewood on his back, but the weight of the whole basket of firewood had caught up with the boy's weight, and it was very difficult for the boy to walk with his back on his back, bending his waist with every step Yes, the bottom of the basket is worn on the ground, so it is more like dragging it than carrying it on its back.
However, no matter how hard or tired the boy was, the boy didn't complain. Instead, he was worried that his younger brothers would be hungry and he would be beaten and scolded by his father when he returned ho late. So he accelerated his speed again, but he didn't expect his foot to slip. The heavy firewood on his back made him unable to stabilize his body imdiately, and the whole person fell over with the firewood.
The mont the boy slid down the hill, what he thought about in his mind was not his own safety, but the scattered firewood. When he turned back and climbed up, he hoped that others would not pick him up, otherwise he would definitely be scolded again when he went back.
However, what the boy didn't know was that there was a cliff at the bottom of the hill, and he had no chance to climb it.
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