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- Time seems to have gone back to the past.
Song Weiran came to the village holding a crying child.
There is a cow in Yushan Village, which belongs to the collective. Because the children in the village lack nutrition, a kind person in the city donated a cow directly, so that the cow can produce milk in the morning so that the children can drink some fresh milk.
In 1994, Yushan Village was too backward.
Originally, Song Weiran wanted to try his luck to find some goat's milk, or some tofu juice, or 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 bottle of soy milk powder. Wrapped Qingdao biscuits.
This is already the best thing you can buy in the village.
"Young man, where did the child come from? He's almost starving. You don't even have a milk bottle. Hurry up and find Mr. Zhao, the cowherd in the village, and ask him to milk you for some milk for the child." The man in a sweater said The woman saw that Song Weiran did not look like a bad person and pointed outside.
Song Weiran was already sweating profusely and was extremely anxious.
The child kept crying. As a young man in his early twenties, he had no experience in taking care of a child.
"thanks, thanks!"
Song Weiran took the things and asked about the location again, and hurried to find Old Man Zhao.
At this time, the population of Yushan Village was booming. Song Weiran quickly found the old man Zhao who was herding cattle. The old man Zhao was looking for Ququcai, which the cows like to eat. In the cold weather, there was not much feed in the village to feed the cows. He can only rely on him to find it.
At this time, the Ququcai has not been frozen and has changed color, but it is a delicacy for the cows.
Old man Zhao felt very sorry for the cows. He was wondering if there could be more tofu dregs in the village today so that the cows could eat more. He was also thinking about where to find a mountain nest with a warmer temperature and get some wild vegetables for the cows to eat.
Once it snows heavily, there will be nothing he can do.
"Sir." Song Weiran ran over with the crying child in his arms. He looked at the cows grazing on grass and said quickly: "Sir, can I buy some milk?"
Old man Zhao looked at Song Weiran, then at the child who kept crying. After mumbling a few words, he took the bottle that Song Weiran was carrying.
"People from the Northeast?"
"Yes, from the Northeast."
"Your child?" Old Man Zhao asked after seeing that Song Weiran didn't look like a human trafficker.
"My sister, something happened at home. I want to take this child back. Uncle, how much does this child eat in one meal? He seems to be starving."
Song Weiran sighed as he looked at the child desperately drinking milk.
"Give him less food first. How long have you been hungry for him?"
"have no idea¡¡"
"Today's young people, where are their children born? In the South? A child as young as the South is suddenly taken to the northeast at tens of degrees below zero. If you don't take good care of it, it won't survive. You young people don't think much about it. Consequences." Old man Zhao came over to look at the child, with a smile on his face and teasing the child.
The child, who was eating about the same amount of food, could no longer drink milk and cried a few times before falling asleep. He was exhausted after crying for a long time.
"Good boy!"
Old Man Zhao liked this child very much. He even stretched his head over the cow to look at it. He also scolded Old Man Zhao for trying to squeeze the cow even when the milk could not come out. He was not usually such a bad person.
"My dear, I'll go back and find a few kilograms of tofu dregs for you to eat." Old Man Zhao happily touched the cow's big head.
"This, this"
Song Weiran also panicked. He knew that the old man in front of him was right. He took the child directly to the freezing northeast. Judging from the environment at home, it was probably difficult for the child to resist. After all, the conditions at home were not good. Well, his sister was almost frozen to death, so she went to the south to work.
Will this child freeze to death?
"Uncle, what should we do?" Song Weiran was a little panicked. 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 care of her."
"Where is your brother-in-law?"
"We're divorced. Now my sister can't even feed the child. I've been holding her all day long."
"I smell a stink. You didn't change his diaper, did you?"
Old man Zhao took Song Weiran back home and helped change the child's diaper and clean it. Looking at the sleeping child lying on the bed, Song Weiran suddenly had an idea.
Maybe it¡¯s because he¡¯s usually quite lonely, but Old Man Zhao looked at the child happily.
"Uncle, are you living on your own?" Song Weiran asked, already feeling moved.
Old man Zhao nodded and sighed: "Yes, my wife passed away early and didn't have any children, but I helped my sister take care of three children when I was young, so I have some experience."
"Uncle, leave the child here with you for a while. I'll go back and get something. My arm is also sore."
Song Weiran could see that Old Man Zhao liked children very much, and with everything going on at home, it was impossible for his sister to take good care of the child.
"Zhongzhongzhong, go ahead, I'll watch it for you, don't worry!" Old Man Zhao smiled and nodded.
Song Weiran stood up, looked at the child and then turned and left without taking the soy milk powder, biscuits or bottle.
Old man Zhao watched Song Weiran leave, then turned to look at the child, and said cheerfully: "My child, I guess you will have to live a hard life with me in the future. I hope you are not sick, otherwise I really can't afford to cure you."
With age, Old Man Zhao could see Song Weiran's plan at a glance. He also spoke clearly. He was old and felt that he would not live much longer. If he could take in a child before then, he would not have no one to send him to when he died.
This is no longer a lonely old man.
He can still take good care of a child.
Looking at the sleeping child, Old Man Zhao stood at the triangular window of the mud brick house, stood on the bench and looked at Song Weiran who was leaving outside. Song Weiran looked back three times step by step, and finally gritted his teeth and ran away.
Old man Zhao just watched like this. Twenty minutes later, the child was still sleeping soundly, and Song Weiran came with a cloth bag. This time he came here not openly, but secretly.
The package was placed at the door. Song Weiran patted the wooden door and ran away quickly.
Old man Zhao watched this scene without shouting or moving. He waited until Song Weiran disappeared from sight, then the old man said happily: "We have a child, we have a child!"
He was unable to have children, and his wife passed away very early. He was lonely all his life. In the past two years, he had only one cow to accompany him.
Now that he has this child, he suddenly feels that his life is much brighter and he is no longer the only one.
I quickly ran out and looked outside, and then looked at the package. The package was all filled with children's clothes and diapers, as well as a few toys and tiger-toe shoes.
In this rather large cloth bag, Old Man Zhao found some money, a scattered eighty-three yuan and two cents, and a small note. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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