damaged

There is not much firewood at home, and Jiangnan will lead everyone to collect firewood in the forest today.

Xiaoman gradually became familiar with the environment, Meng Wenjun put it down from his arms and let it move freely.Xiao Man walked on the catwalk, walking in front, and Da Huang followed behind.

"Da Huang likes Xiao Man very much." Jiang Nan laughed.

"But Xiaoman doesn't seem to like rhubarb very much." Before Zhou Zhou finished speaking, everyone heard Xiaoman's voice warning to rhubarb.

"Where are we going, sir?" Wang Sheng asked hastily, tired from walking.

Jiang Nan picked up the bong pinned to his waist and slapped Wang Sheng on the head: "You boy, the two girls haven't said a word yet, you are so tired!"

Wang Sheng was in pain, oops, covered his head, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm just asking, sir, you are too tempered."

Jiang Nan put the cigarette holder in his mouth and puffed out the smoke: "The protective forest planted in the village. These old bones in the village have worked hard for such a forest for 30 years."

Zhang Ailin glanced at Jiangnan. When he said this, his eyes were full of excitement, with faint tears: "Grandpa Jiangnan also put in a lot of effort, right?"

Jiang Nan smiled and said, "I planted the first tree in the forest."

It didn't take long for the forest area to gradually unfold in front of us.

Half of it is yellow, half is green, and in the middle is the asphalt road that has been abandoned for many years. The submerged half is like a dotted line, splitting the yellow and green.

The yellow and green border advances and retreats, and the waves advance, lingering along the road, like a confrontation with each side winning or losing.

The yellow one is wind and sand, and the green one is birds and flowers.

It's like two completely different time and space, mistakenly joined together under the manipulation of the universe.

The outermost layer is 30-year-old cypress, standing upright, like rows of soldiers standing in front of the battlefield, holding spears and swords to defend their hometown, and looking down at the desolation in front of them as if they were dead.

They have guarded this land for decades, just like countless decades to come in the future.

"In the gentleness of the city, there are few such characters." Zhou Zhou stood under a tall cypress tree, raised his head, and looked at its crown.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and hits her face.

"Dolls like cypress trees?" Jiang Nan picked up a note that fell from the tree and held it in his hand.He has picked up a lot in his hands.

Zhou Zhou turned his head and looked at Jiangnan with a faint smile on his lips: "I like it."

Jiang Nan picked up another branch, stood up slowly, and organized it into a bundle: "Why do you like it?"

"I don't know either. I can't tell."

Jiang Nan laughed, the wrinkles on his face were stacked together, and a strip of cloth was pulled out from the pocket of his jacket, and wrapped around the bundle of branches under his hand: "Then you have to ask yourself more, why can't you tell. "

"I do not know."

Jiang Nan held the cloth in his hands and wrapped it tightly seven times before tying another dead knot: "Girl, there is a big problem here. A few years ago, the trees in the forest couldn't survive, so we just kept planting and planting. , thinking that planting is always more than dying, and in the end, unexpectedly, the old tree began to die slowly. Later, we discovered the pest damage, and it gradually got better after we got rid of the insects. Only when we know why, can we know ourselves How to do."

Zhou Zhou looked at Jiangnan helplessly: "But there are many voices in my head, many different answers. There are pros and cons to any method, so any method is wrong. What should I do?"

Even when he said this, Wei Chan's shadow lingered on Zhou Zhou's body.

Why tell a stranger these words?Is there anyone in this world who is more trustworthy than mother?

Whenever I saw Wei Chan's tears, fear and loathing always rushed up from the bottom of my heart first.

Her rationality told herself that these were crocodile tears, this was Wei Chan's method of persecution, and this was the true cruelty of her fake compassion.

Then there is endless regret for the mother.

No, it's a confession.

She hated how she could use such thoughts to speculate on her mother's love for her.

It was her mother who was too tired to lift her head and continued to work. It was her mother who endured the pain and got out of bed to prepare three meals for her. It was her mother who watched her grow and applauded her happily.

All the sacrifices that Wei Chan made for her are repeated in Zhou Zhou's mind every day like a lantern, and they are constantly updated.

Then there is disappointment and disgust with oneself.

hate oneself.

I hate that I am still unsatisfied even though I have obtained so much, and my heart is always beating uneasy and lonely.It doesn't help to hate yourself.I hate myself for having so many inexplicable thoughts.Hate yourself for the way you hate yourself right now.

So the only way she could come up with was to escape.

Go far away, even if you never see everything here.

But the next second that floated in his mind was his disgust for thinking like this.Actually want to escape.He actually wanted to betray his loving mother.He was her only child, and he wanted to escape.

How pitiful, deplorable and terrible myself!

Which way, which choice, is wrong.

She stood where she was, her legs stuck in the mud.

"Girl, then you have to ask yourself, which one do you want to believe more?"

After finishing speaking, Wang Sheng's voice intertwined with the sound of cutting wood, and his eyes were drawn to them.

Seeing Wang Sheng chopping hard at a small tree with an axe, Jiang Nan ran over without saying a word, picked up his bong, and slapped Wang Sheng hard on the head: "What are you doing, boy!"

Wang Sheng covered his head and turned around. He was working hard, but he was a little annoyed by such a heavy blow, and he didn't dare to answer back. Just chop the small ones."

Unexpectedly, not only was he not praised, but he was hit hard by Jiangnan.

Seeing Jiangnan raised her hand again, wanting to knock it down, Zhang Ailin, who was next to her, quickly snatched the bong from Jiangnan's hand from behind, and said, "Grandpa Jiangnan, this is solid."

When Jiangnan saw Wang Sheng, it was like seeing his own son when he was a child.The son was educated like this when he was a child, and it is still copied to Wang Sheng now.

Behind the beating, there is still love like a son.

Jiang Nan took the bong from Zhang Ailin, pinned it to his waist, pointed to the small tree beside Wang Sheng, sighed, and said, "It's my fault that I didn't make it clear, this is the tree's cub, alive, Can't chop.

The firewood we picked up were useless branches that fell from the trees, picked up from the ground, and were dead. "

Wang Sheng's expression seemed to have penetrated some big secret: "The TV series are all deceitful."

Zhang Ailin echoed from the side: "Watch less TV in the future."

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the air.

Followed by Fang Zheng's loud shout.

"Meng Wenjun!"

Hearing the sound, everyone ran over quickly.

Zhang Ailin ran the most anxiously, tugging at Fangzheng: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Fangzheng stared straight ahead, pointing his finger at the ground: "He...he rushed over."

"what?"

Following his finger, Meng Wenjun lay down not far in front, motionless.

"Meow."

It was Xiaoman who broke the silence.

Xiaoman got out from under Meng Wenjun, and hurriedly ran to the dead hare next to him.

The corpse was still trembling, and blood continued to flow from the wound, staining its hair red.

Meng Wenjun raised his head and was relieved to see that Xiaoman was fine.

Fangzheng, who was standing not far away, also heaved a sigh of relief.

Jiang Nan yelled at the forest: "Sun Dazhu, you grandson, come out to me!"

After a long time, a figure jumped out from a bush, hurried over, and greeted Jiangnan with a bow and bow: "Hello, Uncle Jiangnan."

Jiang Nan raised his leg and kicked hard on this middle-aged man named Sun Dazhu.Sun Dazhu leaned firmly against each other, but he didn't dare to speak back, and covered his buttocks with his hands.

"How many times have I told you! Ah? How many times! You still have a gun!" As he spoke, he slapped him on the forehead resentfully.

"Uncle, Uncle, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare to play with earthen guns anymore, it's a pistol if I'm hungry, and the wooden thing is to shoot a hare and a pheasant." Sun Dazhu hurriedly begged for mercy.

"You almost killed someone just now!"

Sun Dazhu looked at Meng Wenjun who was still lying on the ground, and said, "Hungry, hungry, why would I expect him to suddenly pounce on me!

Aim at the rabbit, he is still far away, for some reason, he is about to pounce on him suddenly!Isn't that right? Hungry's marksmanship is very accurate, and it doesn't hurt others. "

After hearing this, Jiang Nan was so angry that he slapped again: "Say it again! Say it again!"

Sun Dazhu hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't dare, uncle! Don't dare again!"

Zhang Ailin heard the word gun from their few words, and suddenly understood what was the muffled sound in the air just now, and hurried to Meng Wenjun's side: "Are you okay?"

Meng Wenjun shook his head, imitating Jiangnan's accent, smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Very good!"

"There is still time to joke around, it seems to be all right."

Others also came up slowly. Wang Sheng saw the hare that had just been killed at a glance, and squatted down to look at the bullet hole on the hare: "Such a big rabbit, such a small bullet hole is dead."

Meng Wenjun smiled and said: "Don't say it's him, if it were you, you would be the same."

"You know it too." Fangzheng said.

Following his opening, everyone around fell silent.

"Why did you jump on it?" Fangzheng stared at Meng Wenjun, and added, "That will kill you."

Meng Wenjun got up from the ground, fluttered the grass clippings and dust on his body, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Just now the hare was running fast, and Xiaoman was curious, so he chased after him in a hurry. I have already seen that man holding a gun. We can't just let him hit Xiao Man."

"Just a cat."

Zhang Ailin hurriedly tugged at Fangzheng, her eyes beckoning him not to talk nonsense.

Meng Wenjun raised his head and smiled: "Xiaoman is not just a cat."

More family.

The only thing in the world he can face honestly.