snow abandoned son

The snow gradually got heavier and fell for half a day. After the snow stopped, the world was already white. The mountains in the distance and the houses nearby were covered with silver.

Xiao Yue ran all the way to a countryside. Lin Zhong followed her slowly. Xiao Yue suddenly pointed to a blooming red plum tree in front of her and turned around and said to him, "Brother Lin, look how beautiful the flowers are."

She wore a white fox cloak and ran to the bottom of the plum tree to pick the flowers on it. He couldn't reach it. He turned his eyes and jumped up with light skills. He picked a red plum, a little branch on his toes, and his body swirled and floated lightly to Lin Zhong.

Lin Zhong looked at her stretched and elegant posture and only felt that Bai Xue Hongmei was three times inferior to her.

Xiao Yue took a step in front of Lin Zhong, put the plum blossom on Lin Zhong's sideburns, and sincerely praised, "It's so beautiful."

Lin Zhong couldn't laugh or cry. He picked the plum blossoms on his head and inserted them into her bun: "Are you implying that I haven't given you a head flower for a long time?" Unexpectedly, he used the light skills he taught her to play tricks on herself.

Xiao Yue giggled and said, "There's nothing. Brother Lin is joking again."

It was already dusk. Lin Zhong said, "It's getting late. It's time to go back."

Xiao Yue nodded, naturally took his hand and returned together. As I walked, snow fell from the clouds. Pieces are as big as goose feathers.

The two walked for about half an hour and saw the village close in front of them. Suddenly, a faint voice came. Xiao Yue couldn't hear it, but Lin Zhong frowned and said, "Someone is crying."

Xiao Yue looked around: "Where is there anyone?"

Lin Zhong listened carefully and said, "It's the voice of a child."

He followed the direction of the source and took Xiao Yue to the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the village. According to the old man in the village, this ginkgo has lived for hundreds of years. The branches are luxuriant and the foundation is dense. It takes seven or eight teenagers to hug them together.

I don't know when the bottom of the ginkgo tree was injured and a big tree hole grew. At this moment, there was a thin child curled up in the tree hole. It doesn't look like a week.

I don't know whether the child is hungry or cold. His mouth keeps sobbing, but his voice is very weak, his eyes are tightly closed, and his little face is red. I don't know if it's freezing or fever. There was also a small package on the curled body.

Lin Zhong leaned forward and wanted to hug the child first. On second thought, he took the plain cloth package. When he opened it, he saw two frozen white steamed buns and a letter. Lin Zhong unfolded the letter with two lines of crooked words. The person who wrote the letter had no literary talent at a glance. He read, "This child's life is only two years old, and his parents have died. I promised to raise him as a adult, but because of my poor family, I really can't continue to support him. I hope a kind-hearted person can adopt him. Thank you, Duan, who is a treacher.

All the information that this letter can provide is just that the child is two years old, and his parents are all gone. He was adopted by a person surnamed Duan, who did not know whether it was his parents' relative or a friend, but Duan was abandoned because he was too poor (of course, it may be the reason why he dared not tell others).

Xiao Yue untied the fox Qiu on her body, wrapped the child, patted it gently, and said to Lin Zhong, "That Duan is really not a thing. Even if you don't want this child, you can't throw it out when the wind and snow are mixed. If no one has noticed it, won't the child freeze to death?