Chapter 2 Background

Although four years have passed, the stone clearly remembers the snowy night.

That night, it was snowy and windy.

It may be too cold, or it may be the sound of the wind outside that scares the stone. The stone lying on the little ** stares at the empty big bed but can't sleep.

"Uncle said he would come back at the New Year, but this year has passed. Why hasn't he come back?"

Although the crazy uncle was not good to Stone, and although he knew that he was just saved by the uncle's kindness in the place where the plague occurred, he was the only relative recognized by Stone.

If it hadn't been for that crazy uncle, he would have starved to death even if he hadn't died in the plague.

Every time the sound of the temple gate is louder, the stone will turn its head to look at the temple gate, but every time he is disappointed and looks back at the big **.

Squeak! Squeak!

The sound of the temple gate deceived the stone again and again, but the stone took the trouble to look at it every time it was louder.

When it was about the third day, the stone turned its head again and saw the temple door open.

With the little firelight blown up in the firewood ash by the wind blowing in, the stone saw a black figure curled up at the temple gate.

Maybe Stone missed his uncle too much, or maybe he recognized the curled up figure at a glance. After seeing the black figure, Stone quickly got out of bed and ran to the door of the temple.

"Uncle!"

The man in black curled up at the gate of the temple was indeed his uncle, but at this time, his uncle's face and body were full of blood.

Although the stone was scared to death, he still shouted "uncle" and pulled his uncle to the temple.

The seven- or eight-year-old child had no strength, but with his uncle's conscious or unconscious cooperation, Stone still pulled him into the temple.

After closing the temple door, the stone pulled his little quilt down from **, covered his uncle's body, and then ran to the edge of the black pot and began to make a fire with dry firewood.

The stone is very proficient in the process of making a fire, and it will make a fire in a short time.

After the fire was made, the stone came to his uncle again.

The stone originally intended to pull his uncle to the side of the fire, but when he came to the front and back of his uncle, the stone stopped.

With the bright firelight, the stone could see clearly, and there was a little girl sleeping in his uncle's arms.

Stone can't see the little girl's face clearly, but judging from her figure, the little girl is about three or four years old.

"Who is this little sister? What is her relationship with her uncle?

After being stunned for a while, Stone remembered that he was here to drag his uncle to the fire.

He squatted down, hugged one of his uncle's legs, and pulled his uncle's body to the fire with all his strength.

This time, without his uncle's cooperation, the weak stone could not move his uncle at all.

Seeing that he couldn't drag his uncle's body, Stone gave up after sweating all over.

I felt that the water in the black iron pot should be hot. The stone made the fire under the black pot smaller, scooped some hot water with a ladle of water, tasted whether it was too hot, and then put the ladle on his uncle's mouth and slowly fed him to drink it.

Maybe it was too thirsty. Stone's uncle drank three ladles of hot water unconsciously.

When my uncle stopped swallowing the hot water he sent to his mouth, the stone began to drink.

After drinking more than half a ladle of hot water, the stone also pulled down the big ** quilt, covered his uncle's body, and then lay beside his uncle and fell asleep quickly.

That night, although Stone did not lie down and sleep, it was the best day he had slept for more than half a month.

The next day, it was almost noon, that Stone woke up in hunger.

"I'm hungry! There is also some meat porridge in the pot.

Hearing the familiar voice coming out of his ear, Stone quickly followed the sound and looked at it.

In the big **, Stone saw his uncle sitting cross-legged.

Stone remembered clearly that when my uncle came back, his body and clothes were full of blood, but now there is no blood stains on his body.

"Am I dreaming?"

As soon as Stone was about to climb down from the cot, he saw a three- or four-year-old girl at the foot of his uncle's big bed.

When the stone looked at the little girl, the little girl was looking at her uncle with a frightened face.

"The little girl is still there. I'm not dreaming."

Curiously, he looked at the little girl, and the stone quickly climbed down the bed.

Taking a few deep breaths of the smell of meat from the air, the stone trotted to the table, picked up the wooden bowl he usually ate, and then trotted to the iron pot, and put half a bowl of broth from the iron pot.

As soon as he put the wooden bowl to his mouth, the stone stopped again.

"Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

Hearing the uncle's "um", Stone hesitated for a moment, looked at the little girl curled up at the foot of the big bed and asked, "Little sister, have you eaten?"

Bum!

As soon as the stone's words fell, my uncle slapped ** with his right hand.

The stone trembling and looked at his uncle in fear.

"Eat your own, don't worry about her."

Hearing this familiar and cold voice, Stone trembling again and dared not go to see the little girl and uncle again.

After drinking half a bowl of meat porridge, the stone climbed onto the cot and lay down.

When night was about to fall, the stone climbed down the bed, made a fire to heat the broth in the pot, and then put a large bowl and handed it to his uncle.

As before, Stone looked at his uncle and drank the whole bowl of broth in one breath, and then filled him with another bowl, and then filled half a bowl for himself.

When he was eating meat porridge, Stone saw the little girl's eager eyes and the act of swallowing saliva. He wanted to give the little girl some broth, but he didn't dare.

Late at night, Stone quietly climbed out of bed with the faint snow from outside to the temple, filled half a bowl of meat porridge in his own small bowl, gently came to the edge of the big bed, looked at the uncle who was sleeping cross-legged, and gently patted the little girl's body.

Maybe when the stone patted the little girl, the little girl was having a nightmare. The stone just patted it gently, and the little girl shouted "ah".

Hearing the scream from the little girl, the stone was so scared that his heart seemed to jump out, and he looked nervously at his uncle who was sitting and sleeping cross-legged.

After seeing that his uncle was not woken up by the scream, Stone turned his head.

As soon as he turned his head, the stone met a pair of dark eyes.

He smiled a little stiffly at the little girl, and the stone put the wooden bowl in front of the little girl.

Looking at the wooden bowl in front of her and smelling the smell of meat that had spread to her nose, the little girl hesitated for a moment, stretched out a pair of small hands and held the small bowl to her mouth and drank it.

Because she drank too quickly, she only took a few sips, and the little girl choked.

Hearing the little girl's soft cough, Stone's heart became nervous again.

Gently patted the little girl on the back a few times. When the little girl looked at him, the stone reached out and pointed to the uncle who was sleeping on his knees.

The little girl may be the uncle who was very afraid of Stone. After Stone pointed to her to his uncle, the little girl's little face turned red, but she didn't dare to cough anymore.

After a while, the little girl continued to hold the bowl and drink it.

This time, the little girl drank slowly for fear of choking again.

After watching the little girl drink half a bowl of meat porridge, the stone took the small wooden bowl from the little girl's hand, then climbed up the bed, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, when Stone woke up, he suddenly found that the little girl had fallen asleep in his arms.

Looking at the little girl who was sleeping, there was a smile on the corners of Stone's mouth.

As soon as this smile appeared on the stone's face, it immediately froze again.

After raising his head nervously, the stone was right in his uncle's eyes.

My uncle's vision is very complicated. The stone, which is only seven or eight years old, does not understand what kind of feelings the look in my uncle's eyes represents.

Seeing that his uncle didn't seem to be angry, Stone put down his worries.

The uncle stared at the little girl until the child woke up.

"There is some porridge in the pot. You can heat it up and eat it!"

Hearing his uncle's words, the stone jumped out of bed, and the little girl held the stone quilt and huddled at the foot of the stone's bed.

After the stone heated the porridge in the pot, he filled a bowl for his uncle, and then filled the little girl with his own small bowl.

What made Stone happy was that his uncle was not angry this time.

In this way, Stone had a sister who was very dependent on him.

There is one more sister, and Stone's life is much more fun.

Stone didn't know the little girl's name and didn't dare to ask his uncle, so he gave the little girl a name on his own.

Because in the small mountain village below, the girl's name is generally "Tiger Girl" or "San Nier", so Stone calls the little girl his brother Xiao Nier.

Although Uncle is not good to Stone, Stone has always regarded his uncle as a good person.

However, one day, when Stone came back to beg his uncle with a high fever in his arms, he felt his uncle's ruthlessness for the first time.

Stone remembers that every time he got sick, as long as his uncle slapped him with cold hands a few times, his illness would soon get better. Therefore, Stone, who was playing with the child, immediately came back to his uncle after finding Xiao Nier had a fever.

However, to Stone's surprise, the uncle did not treat Xiao Ni'er.

At that time, although Little Nicole finally survived, Stone couldn't forget her uncle's indifferent look at Little Nicole that day.

Not long after Little Nicole recovered, her uncle suddenly fell ill.

Although Uncle's indifference made Stone feel chilled when Little Nicole was sick, after his uncle fell ill, he took good care of his uncle.

Whether his uncle is a good person or a bad person, in Stone's opinion, he is always good to himself.

Stone took good care of his uncle, but because his uncle didn't let him find a doctor, his condition became worse and worse.

After tying a thin black thread to the stone's wrist, his uncle stared at the little girl and died in front of the stone.

When his uncle was alive, although Stone often didn't have enough to eat, he didn't have to worry about eating. After his uncle's death, Stone, who was only eight or nine years old, had to worry about his and Xiao Nier's eating problems.

With the help of the kind-hearted people in the village below, although Shitou and Xiao Nier are always not full, they will not starve to death.

Looking back on what happened before, Stone forgot the hunger in his stomach and slowly fell asleep unconsciously.

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