The Rebirth of Liu Erwa

Liu Erwa remembers that the rain that year was not too heavy, but it lasted for a long time and was continuous.The water level in the river rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon reached the level of the road.

Everyone knows that there will be floods that year, and when the flood season comes, every household will send out young men to prevent floods, and the whole atmosphere in the village is very tense.

The stone piers by the bridge were all submerged, and the long branches of the big willow tree were half submerged in the water.Every day when she came home from school, Liu Erwa would take Bai Ling to squat by the river for a while, wondering why the water wouldn't recede, why wouldn't it recede.

When there is a flood, every day is different.The cloud looked very heavy and low, as if it was full of water vapor. If it rained again, it would absorb some water from the river, and it would be impossible to lower the water level.

At that time, Liu Erwa and Bai Ling were both in the second grade.Bai Ling's grades are still as good as ever, but he learns easily and gets high scores a lot. For someone as careless as Liu Erwa, the grades he gets every time are not conspicuous.

By chance, Liu Erwa discovered that the old man Zhang who lived with Bai Ling usually made a living with other people's fortune-telling and fortune-telling.Liu Erwa immediately felt awe of old man Zhang.

He secretly asked his grandma if it was this old man Zhang who told his fortune.His grandma shook her head, she said she couldn't remember clearly either.Liu Erwa wished she could hold back a mouthful of old blood in her heart. She couldn't remember such an important thing clearly!Can't you make up a more plausible reason? When you are old, you will be willful. There is really nothing you can do about his grandma.

But this does not affect the image of old man Zhang in Liu Erwa's mind.

At that time, two to three nights a week, Liu Erwa's father would go to guard the embankment with the village's strong men to prevent floods.The old man next door was thin and thin. Every evening, he would sit on the threshold, smoking dry tobacco, and while exhaling the choking smoke, he said to Liu Erwa that the embankment would be broken at some point.Liu Erwa squatted at the time and didn't quite understand, she just asked suspiciously, "What will happen if the embankment is broken?"

The old man was so worried that the black skin on his face wrinkled, "What kind of crops and houses will all be flooded, with no food or shelter, Erba, don't you think it's scary?"

Liu Erwa nodded ignorantly. It is very serious to be without food and shelter. Of course, he later realized that it would be much more terrifying.

That night, there was a particularly heavy rainstorm, thunder and lightning, rumbling, and lightning flashed across the air, making the rain in the middle of the night even more ferocious.Liu Erwa's father wasn't there that day, so he shivered in his little quilt.Since he was in the first grade, he had no problem sleeping in his parents' bed.In the middle of the night, he seemed to hear a knock on the door. After waking up in a daze, he only felt that the knock on the door became more and more clear.He thought of the stories his grandma told him about a madman knocking on the door in the middle of the night, and children would be abducted if they opened the door, and he became more and more frightened.He closed his eyes even tighter, trying to make himself fall asleep, so that he would not be afraid of falling asleep.However, the tighter he closed, the more his eyelashes trembled, the more frightened he became, the more awake he was, the more open his pores were, and the more he couldn't fall asleep.

Liu Erwa couldn't hold back anymore, she put her little quilt on her body, put on her little slippers, and went to pat on his mother's door.The door of Liu Erwa's mother's room was not closed, and it opened after a few taps. Liu Erwa went to the bed, pushed his mother's body, and called, "Mom, there seems to be someone knocking on the door outside—"

Liu Erwa's mother was in a deep sleep, and was disturbed and dozed off a little impatiently, "What are you talking about, your father won't be back until tomorrow morning. Erwa, good boy, go to bed now—"

Liu Erwa only felt that the voice was getting louder and more anxious, afraid of grammar, and pushed his mother hard like losing her temper, "Mom, get up and have a look, there is really someone knocking on the door."

It was raining loudly outside, no matter how much Liu Erwa's mother looked like, she woke up a little bit after being tortured by Liu Erwa.She knows his baby, and if he doesn't let him figure it out, she won't be able to sleep well.

Liu Erwa's mother put on her clothes and took Liu Erwa's hand, "Mother, open the door for you to have a look. If there is no one, you should go back to sleep obediently."

The door bolt was removed, and the door made a dull creaking sound when it was pushed open after being damp. It was dark outside, only the flickering flame of a candle in Erwa's mother's hand gave off some faint light.Even if it was faint, it was enough to see the drenched Bai Ling standing outside the door.

Erwa and his mother were taken aback by this, Erwa's mother hurriedly stuffed the candle into Erwa's hand, grabbed Bai Ling, and wanted to find a towel to wipe him off, but Bai Ling desperately stopped him. Ken goes in.As soon as Bai Ling saw Erwa, mother and child, he burst into tears, "Auntie, old man Zhang—he's dead!" Then he cried out in a drawn out voice.

It was the first time Erwa saw Bai Ling crying like this, she was startled, she stared blankly at his mother, then at Bai Ling.

Erwa's mother was also taken aback. Old man Zhang was fine a few days ago, so why did he just go there without warning?

Erwa's mother didn't care about thinking so much, she dressed quickly, and told Erwa, "Erwa, go tell the old man next door, and then rush to Bai Ling with the old man. Bai Ling and I will go to see it first." It depends."

Liu Erwa nodded in a daze, and immediately went with an umbrella.

When he arrived at the thatched hut where Bai Ling lived, he only saw old man Zhang lying on his back on the bed with his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.Bai Ling sat on the small bench in front of the bed, staring blankly at the elder's body.

Liu Erwa's mother discussed with the old man next door, one stayed here to clean up, and the other went to inform the people in the village to arrange the funeral.Not long after the old man next door left, Wang Quandan's mother and Li Huahua's mother came over to help clean up.Before dawn, old man Zhang was already lying in the coffin in his shroud. The coffin was placed by the wall, surrounded by white mourning curtains.

Facing the door, a pair of black cloth shoes were placed under the mourning curtain, and a washbasin was placed in front of the shoes, and Bai Ling knelt beside him, burning paper money in the washbasin.It was the first time Liu Erwa saw Bai Ling like this, and his poor vocabulary could hardly describe this feeling.Lonely, haggard, the breath of life connected with oneself in the world suddenly becomes a mass of dead air, and the living people are also tainted by this dead air.

Liu Erwa was at a loss, his parents were very busy and no one could take care of him.He didn't want to play with Wang Quandan and Li Huahua heartlessly, Wang Quandan and the others only thought it was lively, and he felt that Bai Ling was even more pitiful like this.He also knelt beside Bai Ling, and kowtowed when the villagers came to attend the funeral.His short legs were numb, but Ghost remained motionless.He didn't know how to comfort Bai Ling, if he was Bai Ling, he thought he would cry earth-shatteringly, no matter how long he cried, he couldn't express his sadness.But Bai Ling only cried when they opened the door, and never cried again after that, and listened to the adults there dully and quietly.

Some adults are still pointing there, saying that Bai Ling has no conscience, and the old man Zhang who took care of him for so long passed away without crying.Liu Erwa was very angry when he heard that. He thought those people were stupid. He could tell that even though Bai Ling wasn't crying, he was already very sad. He was so sad that he didn't know what to do. Those people even said that Bai Ling had no heart.

That day, it was still drizzling.But all the strong men in flood control in the village have returned.The people living in the downstream embankment have all been moved out, and the reservoir has been opened to release the flood, so there will be no major problems.The hanging hearts of the villagers finally fell

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