At sunset, Wen Shuqin dragged Mao Hexuan's body to the grave, put one of his bare feet into the pit, kissed his forehead, and then straightened the body at the bottom of the pit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wen Shuqin can't cry anymore.

"Farewell, good boy," she said hoarsely, "go well......

Wen Shuqin's torn long dress was soaked with sweat. The sun had sunk in the west, and the coolness was coming. Wen Shuqin shivered coldly. So she began to tear the rustling dry clothes from the cob and take them to the ditch, where she did as fast as she could, in order to finish it before it got dark. Her hands were almost unconscious, but she continued to tear because she was expecting to hide in a pile of corncoats to protect herself from the night cold. She was hungry, but there was nothing around her but old corn, which was hard as a stone. She struggled to break a long corn in two, gnawed down the hard kernels along the severed end, and chewed them back and forth in her mouth, but the kernels kept getting stuck in her throat, causing bouts of coughing and nausea.

Exhausted, she lay down on the pile of corncoats, thinking of settling down, covering her sides and body with corncoats. She turned over the corncoat for a long time, laid it out again for a long time, put a corncoat under her head, hugged another hug to her body, shrunk her feet, put her knees on her chin, and curled up sideways, and then quieted down. She didn't fall asleep right away, sobbing for a long time, breathing intermittently, and for a short time she was in a state of confusion, and then she was resting. It was only when it was close to midnight that the exhausted Wen Shuqin fell into a liberating dream...... In these few short hours, in the intermittent, sweet, and tragic dreams, almost all of my life flashed before my eyes......

She dreamed that she was flying in the warm spring sky, above a field of turquoise and unruly. She recognized her family's field by the side of the road, where her father was standing, but not as thin and full of stiff yellow hair as when he was shot by the bandits, but young and beautiful. The wind stroked his curls, and he waved his hand, calling Wen Shuqin to his side; She smiled at her father, but refused to descend to the ground, for she was pleasantly surprised to feel that she was weightless, and that she was as light as a swallow soaring over the earth, and saw the little blue river that twisted in its blue, the willows on its banks, the haystacks in the fields, and the brick houses as small as toys......

The cold night woke up Wen Shuqin. She woke up, staring at the stars, not knowing for a moment where she was and what had happened, until when the terrible sight she had experienced returned to her consciousness, she understood that there was now neither a father, nor a mother, nor her own husband, Mao Sunsheng, but only the burning of the flattened villages, the slaughter, and the death. She fell to the ground, burying her face in her cold corncoat, shivering with uncontrollable pain.

Unbeknownst to Wen Shuqin, while she was asleep, the rebel cavalry had broken through the weak defensive line of the officers on the other side of the river, expelled the officers and soldiers from their trenches, and galloped eastward surrounded by infantry and artillery. The sound of artillery is getting farther and farther and deeper, and the sound of mine explosions and foreign guns is completely inaudible. Only the official road, about thirty miles north of the village, could be faintly heard of gunfire.

Wen Shuqin did not know, and could not know, that here, in the unharvested cornfields, she was the only one left in the place occupied by the rebels, and that the battle line had been pushed farther and farther east, and that the surrounding villages had been burned to the ground according to the orders of the rebel leaders, and that the surviving inhabitants of the barbaric massacres had been driven to Changsha. In this desolate and remote area, except for her Wen Shuqin, there is no one alive......

Wen Shuqin was trembling with tears. Afraid of the dark, she went back into the corncoat heap and fell asleep when she had warmed up.

The chirping of several magpies woke Wen Shuqin up. She opened her eyes and stared at the birds motionlessly. There were two magpies that staggered to land on the slightly fallen corn stalks, squeaking and talking about something. The silence, and the fact that she had not seen a live bird for three days, surprised her. The sound of artillery rumbled far away. The sun shines on the ears of corn. The grass in the ditch was covered with dewdrops, as if it had been beaten out of silver. Wen Shuqin lifted her corncoat and sat up. The magpie flew away immediately.

Hunger and thirst made Wen Shuqin weak. She stood up and immediately felt a very uncomfortable feeling of nausea and dizziness.

"What should I do?" Wen Shuqin thought.

"Where are you going?" She remembered that the villagers had planted potatoes, sugar beets and cabbage next to the cornfields, and that none of them had been harvested.

"I'll go over there," Wen Shuqin decided, "or I'll die." ”

She walked slowly towards the ridge to the west, looking around as if she were being hunted, trying not to touch the corn stalks, lest the sound of dry leaves expose her......

She staggered, half-naked, discolored from the bloodstains, and barely covered by her torn rag-like clothes. Scattered black hair on his shoulders hung corn coats and brittle mugwort stalks, and his bare legs were cut and covered in abrasions.

She walked up the ridge and looked around, crawling between the rows of potato stems and leaves for fear of running into the rebels. Without raising her head, she dragged a potato plant with one hand. The pain in her scarred fingers was unbearable, but she finally pulled out two potatoes, rubbed them with her palms a few times, removed the dry clods, and devoured them. Far from quenching hunger, the bland and tasteless potato causes a sharp pain in the stomach like a knife.

A breeze rustles between the dry potato stems and leaves. It's been a long time since I heard even a single gunshot, but Wen Shuqin is still lying with her eyes closed. She thought to herself that the end was coming, and she would die immediately, because what she had endured was unbearable for anyone, and it was better for her to live alone, without need, than to die......

"I'm going to starve to death," Wen thought, "it's better that way." It is often said that starvation is not painful: a person starts out with a great desire to eat, which is a little uncomfortable, but then gradually loses consciousness and dies slowly...... My end will come soon. Who else needs me today? I don't have anyone left in the world, and I don't want to live anymore. I'm going to lie down and die like this......"

She bemoaned the ruined life she had. She saw her husband and son hanged. Although the rebels had hanged them in front of her eyes, she still did not believe that it was true. She felt as if she were sleeping, and said to herself in her heart that it was only a nightmare that was about to end, and that she was about to wake up, and that everything would be the same: her son, who was not quiet for a moment, giggled merrily, and when she saw him with scratches on his red face and torn shirt, she counted him down. Then the tired, dusty husband returned from his outing......

Wen Shuqin cried in a low voice. Licking the salty tears from her lips, she murmured, "There will be nothing more...... I'd better die......"

Although she had believed in gods and Buddhas since she was a child, and knew that the gods would hear her prayers, no one would answer her, and no one could help her, and she began to beg the heavens to grant her death in a frenzy.

"I can't live, God," Wen Shuqin whispered, choking, "I don't want to live." Maybe you still exist, God? You tell me to finish this sin quickly...... If there really is such a god as you, then you must be able to see my pain! Is it possible to live like this? Everything I had was taken from me, and my husband and children were hanged...... Our house burned down, leaving only a piece of ash. Their beasts killed Xuan'er's child as well...... I don't want to live, God! Let me die! Take me out of this world......"

Wen Shuqin prayed to someone like this, calling for her own death. Life, however, called to her majestically, reminding her that she was not alone, for she was pregnant with another life that was temporarily united to her tormented mother, but it was an independent and weak life, a small mass of things that were now deaf, blind, and unable to speak, lived in her womb, and grew day and night.

This small mass of life, but without vision, could not see that people were mercilessly torturing each other, killing each other cruelly. The little thing that grew up in the warmth and darkness of the mother's womb could not hear the rumbling of the cannons that brought death and bombarded the earth beyond recognition, nor could it feel the shaking of the earth trembling, nor could it hear the painful crackling of the roots that had been hard-pulled out of the dirt.

Tears flowed down Wen Shuqin's dusty cheeks. When she thought of the unborn baby, of the mother who was pregnant with a fetus, and therefore obligated to protect the life in her womb that was associated with her dead husband and child, she drove away the thought of death. She obeyed the call of life and stood up, but her whole body went limp, and a wave of nausea welled up in her throat, so she sat down on the ground again. "It's hungry," Wen thought, "and we'll have to crawl into that field with beets and carrots......

The land was not far from where Wen Shuqin was lying, about six hundred feet, but the sun had already sunset, so she decided that she had to get up and walk quickly anyway. She stood up and looked around, but there was no one around. Wen Shuqin staggered towards the beet field. The sky was getting darker, and the reddish sun had set on the horizon.

Dry corn stalks rang out behind Wen Shuqin.

She turned her head and saw a young young student with a face covered in soot.

This is an officer, his hat is gone, but he is still wearing a number of clothes, and in his hand is a spear instead of a foreign spear.

This officer and soldier was obviously running for his life, and when he saw Wen Shuqin at first glance, he was also startled, and he turned around and wanted to run, but he was relieved when he saw that it was a disheveled pregnant woman with a big belly.

Wen Shuqin was also frightened, thinking that she had met a rebel soldier, and after seeing that it was an official soldier, she was afraid for a while, but she was still very nervous.

The good and the bad in the official army are uneven, the so-called "good iron does not hit nails, good men are not soldiers", the more effective the officers and soldiers, the worse the military discipline, although the officers and soldiers in front of Wen Shuqin can look kinder, but in the current environment, they can't keep what the other party will do.

"Eldest sister, is this Shaoshan Town?" The officer and soldier seemed to be a good man, and instead of rushing up at the sight of a young woman, as the rebel soldiers did, he asked timidly.

Wen Shuqin nodded.

"It's over, alas!" Hou Sheng threw away the spear in his hand and sat down with his head down.

"Big brother, what are you ......?" Wen Shuqin asked boldly.

"I'm an official soldier, give ...... The rebels broke up, and I was going to Xiangtan, but I got lost and ended up here. Hou Sheng said helplessly, "It's all rebels here, I'm ...... I'm afraid I'm really going to get caught, I'm ...... It was forcibly recruited by Lord Futai's subordinates, and my mother was alone at home...... I'm dead, what can my mother do! ”

When the latter said that he was heartbroken, he cried loudly.

"Big brother, don't cry! Let the rebels hear it, and we're done! Wen Shuqin said urgently.

Hou Sheng woke up violently and immediately accepted the grief, but the tears still kept flowing.

"Big brother, I know the road, let's go to Xiangtan together!" Wen Shuqin proposed, "Now let's go find some food first." ”

Housheng nodded, wiped the tears from his face, and said gratefully, "Then thank you, eldest sister." Seeing Wen Shuqin with a big belly and broken clothes, he quickly took off the coat on his body, draped it on Wen Shuqin's body, and helped her stand up.

Wen Shuqin's heart swelled with warmth, this posterity seems to be a kind and honest person.

The two of them helped each other and walked forward.

Soon, the two came to the field, and the latter obviously hadn't eaten for a long time, so she touched the carrot and ate it, Wen Shuqin also ate it for a while, and suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and when the sky was spinning, she screamed, and fell down.

Housheng was startled, threw away the half-gnawed carrot in his hand, and ran over.

"Eldest sister, what's wrong with you...... Yes! That's a lot of blood! Seeing the big pool of blood under Wen Shuqin, Hou Sheng panicked.

Wen Shuqin understood what was happening, but she was now speechless in pain.

The pain hit her like a tidal wave, and she gradually fainted......

When she woke up, it was already dark.

There was a bonfire next to it, on which a bamboo pole was erected, and under the bamboo pole hung a small iron jar, and the soup inside was bubbling.

Seeing Wen Shuqin wake up, Housheng's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly ran over.

"Eldest sister, it's great that you're awake." He looked back at the small iron jar, "The vegetable soup is about to be ready, you can drink more in a while......"

Wen Shuqin noticed that her stomach had become flat, "What about my child?" She asked eagerly.

Hou Sheng lowered his head, not daring to look at her gaze.

"What about my child?" She grabbed Hou Sheng's shoulder, and her nails dug into his flesh because of the force.

"Eldest sister, you ...... Wait a minute......" Hou Sheng snorted, breaking her fingers hard.

Wen Shuqin looked at the scholar blankly, only to see him turn around and run to the grass on the side, pull inside for a while, and hold a small cloth bag and open it in front of her.

"Eldest sister, you may have been shocked by the cannonball and injured the fetus, so ......"

Wen Shuqin couldn't hear what Hou Sheng said, her eyes were clear, staring at the bloodstained fetus in the cloth bag.

And her child, in her womb, was killed.

And Wen Shuqin would not have imagined that at this moment, with the death of this child and the demise of a family, her future and the history of this ancient country have embarked on different paths.

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