I don't know when the snow began to fall, but it covered the four fields, and the branches of the tall and old birch trees reached into the sky like huge palms.

The dry graves in the forest were also covered in the vast white snow, and it seemed even more lonely in the silver world, and an old crow on the small tree next to it was crying loudly, kill, kill, kill......

Although the old crow was in the forest, on the grave, a pair of eyes with the breath of death stared at a thatched hut outside the birch forest and the deserted grave.

The crow is an ominous symbol with an air of death all over its body.

Now, it suddenly appeared, is it because someone is about to die in this hut?

This hut, like all huts in the world, was dilapidated, shabby, and showed signs of poverty, and only a poor family would live in such a hut in such weather.

Although the hut is simple, the house is very clean and tidy, and the few living utensils are all placed where they should be, neither looking messy nor empty.

Behind the door, there was even a small stove burning, and the crackling sound of firewood made it seem as if spring had returned to the house.

No one died in the humble hut.

On the contrary, two little beings have just been born in this small hut in this white world.

Two baby girls with big eyes and white and red skin are lying quietly in the arms of a pale young woman at the moment, quietly snorting **.

They did not feel unfortunate because they were born into such a poor family.

On the contrary, when their little faces were pumping at their mother's **, they actually looked so satisfied and happy.

For them, their mother's embrace is everything to them.

These are two cute little beings.

When a new life is born, whether it is a boy or a girl, parents are very happy, after all, it is their own flesh and blood.

They love them as much as they love their own lives.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

However, on the faces of this young couple, there is no such happiness as a first-time father.

They looked so anxious, so uneasy, and even had a death-like smell of the crow in the mass grave.

Although the young couple came from a poor family and did not read much, they did not have the patriarchal heart of the worldly people.

For the birth of this little life, they were originally happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The reason why they seem so anxious is that they were born at the wrong time.

This year, their harvest has not been very good, they are almost out of breath due to natural and man-made disasters, and the rent and money owed to the landlords have become due.

Tonight, or tomorrow morning, we will probably come to collect the rent.

Now, they have almost no rice to cook, and these two little beings were born at this time, I don't know if this is their misfortune or their misfortune.

Over the years, although the couple has lived a hard life, although they also had a strong desire to have one or two children, whether it is a boy or a girl, it will add some fun to their hard life and make them feel that the future is very good.

However, now when these two children were really born in their poor family, they suddenly became their lingering sorrow......

For them, the day of their birth is the day of their death.

It's not that they shouldn't have come to this world, but they didn't come at the right time.

Perhaps, just one child, can barely get by, but all of a sudden, I have two children......

The young husband was silent, but he looked at the birch forest not far away through the gap in the chaimen, and he was so lonely that he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, the whole forest was covered with a thick white snow, and only one or two crows stood on the branches of the icy snow, and cried "wow" at their little hut.

The magpie announces the good news, and the crow announces the funeral.

Does this indicate that they have to make a choice as soon as possible?

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly, his head was heavy, and his fists were already a little numb because they were clenched too tightly.

He turned around slowly, looked at his young wife, and then at the pair of cute little beings in his wife's arms, as if he had made up his mind, and said: Have you already chosen?

The wife did not speak because her mouth was already full of tears.

How do you ask her to make a choice?

How could you make her bear to make such a choice?

No matter which one you choose, it is like digging a piece of meat from her body, and the child is a piece of meat from the mother's body, so she can only cry silently.

The young husband frowned, as if he had suddenly made up his mind, walked to the bed, picked up the two smiling babies from his wife's arms, and placed them on the cold ground.

Child, it's not that the father's heart is too vicious, it's really because our family can't afford to feed you, whether it's resentment or curse, everything is predestined.

Now, I will put you on the ground and let you feel the coldness of this world.

If you cry because you can't bear the cold pain, then it means that you can't share the weal and woe with us, so the only way for the Father is to harden your heart and send you back to the world where you belong, so that you don't have to suffer the pain of inaction with the Father.

If you can withstand the cold of this world, then it means that you are indeed the daughter of my peasant family, and you can share weal and woe with us, then, in the days to come, whether it is eating chaff or wearing ugly clothes, we will always be together.

With that, he opened the swaddling clothes of his two children.

They originally came to this world with nothing, and now, they should be allowed to face the cruelty of this world with nothing.

By this time, the last of the firewood in the stove had burned out, and the wind that came through the crack in the door blew away the last trace of green smoke.

And the thatched hut, which was already ventilated everywhere, looked even colder.

From time to time, the raging wind and goose-feather snow flew in through the loopholes at the end of the thatched roof, turning the house into a cold world, like an ice cellar in the Arctic Lands.

One of the children finally couldn't stand the deathly cold and cried loudly...... Wow wow wow wow......

It seems to be indicting the cruelty of this world, paying tribute to his unfortunate fate, and fighting against his unfortunate fate.

Why are the children in those vermilion compounds warm as spring, and the wine and meat stink, while they are about to turn into frozen bones?