Chapter 6 Daddy Is Here

"Mother, A Ning is not afraid."

She wiped her tears again, went up to the mountain behind the village, and picked up the firewood on the ground. She couldn't do much, she was still too young, she couldn't do anything, even her mother saved her. No.

When Mrs Niu came back in the afternoon, she inexplicably found that there was a small bundle of firewood in front of her house.

"Who put this?" Mrs. Niu picked up the firewood on the ground. It was very light. She took the firewood in without thinking too much. , she will give it back, but it is just a bundle of firewood, and she is not greedy for this small bundle of firewood.

On the second day, she found out that there was a small bundle of firewood in the house. Who would have put it here? She could have thrown it here as someone else for the past two days. Forgot, but it will be like this for several days in a row. Every day, a small bundle of firewood is placed in front of her door, not too big or too heavy, and not too heavy.

She asked several houses that no one knew about, and some people made fun of him, saying that the firewood was delivered to the door, and asked what to do with so many. Although there were firewood everywhere in the mountains, it all took time. I went to pick it up, and when there was time, everyone went to work in the field. Don't look at these firewood is not very valuable, but if it is really used, it can't be bought with money.

If this matter is put on others, they may still have the feeling of hitting the big luck. They can pick up firewood at their doorstep every day, but Niu is not that kind of person. She knows that there is no chance to help. It's alright to people, she has taken other people's things, and naturally she has to give them back. Now that she has taken other people's Chai Yan, what will she return in the future?

Besides, who is sick, and puts firewood in other people's homes every day. It's not a good thing to be diligent for nothing, and it's not a good thing to be a traitor or steal, but it's just that you can't ask, what is going on?

So on this day, Mrs. Niu did not go to the fields specially, she just waited outside, watching who brought firewood to their house, it had been waiting for most of the day, and no one came, she was in her heart. She couldn't help but feel a little sullen. Maybe her luck was really bad. She was here today, but people didn't come.

Just as he was about to leave, from afar, he saw the most tiny figure walking over with a bundle of firewood on his back.

That is……

Madam Niu rubbed her eyes because she was afraid that she would be judged badly. As a result, the figure was getting closer and closer. Of course, Madam Niu also knew this person. Who was that little girl if it wasn't Shen Qingci?

I saw that she was just a tiny little doll. She was as thin as a small bone, but her little face was very fair. She also had some patches on her clothes. I don't know if she made it for herself. The patch is not good, it is a little crooked, and it can only barely block a few holes.

She carried a bundle of firewood on her small back that seemed to be heavier than her small body. When she got to Madam Niu's door, she put the firewood on her back at the door. This was the only way to go back. In the little shabby house I live in.

Madam Niu felt a pain in her heart. She mentioned the small bundle of firewood. She could almost imagine how the little child picked up the firewood with her own little hands, and how she took it step by step. Zi Huo carried it on her back and placed it in front of her house.

She knows that this child is a stubborn child and a child who remembers gratitude. She is now using these pieces of wood to repay her family's kindness.

But these firewood, how can she burn it.

Shen Qingci opened the broken door of his house. This place is very broken, and no one came in, so it doesn't matter whether the door is locked or not. Of course, this is not about keeping the house closed at night and picking up things on the way, but there is nothing here, just a broken quilt. , an old table with a broken leg, and a her that no one wants.

She walked into the kitchen, took out a gourd scoop, stepped on a small wooden pier, scooped some water from it and put it to her mouth to drink. She was small and didn't have much strength, so she woke up in the morning. Very early, when no one in the village woke up, she used this gourd scoop to scoop water into the water tank one by one. There was not much water in the tank, and she would not burn it. Hot water, she didn't even have a sweet potato in her house, so she drank cold water and nibbled on that black-faced bun.

One she can eat for three days, and the wealthy daughter-in-law will put one outside the door for three days. She is not picky eater, she can eat anything, because she knows that she will not stay here for too long, she is here. Here to accompany my mother, and then wait for my father.

Dad, she hasn't seen Dad for a long time. She doesn't dare to think about what her Dad looks like, because she is sorry for Dad, and she has no face to miss Dad.

She hugged the rags tightly again, and smelled the smell on it. It was still the smell of her mother. She could smell it. She missed her mother, and she also missed her father.

Her father is the best and best father in the world. Although he doesn't like to laugh, he likes to laugh at her. Although he is strict with other people, he holds it in the palm of his hand and hurts.

Whenever she made a mistake, Daddy never blamed her, just smiled and touched the top of her head.

A Ning is not afraid, there is father.

Yes, she has a father, so she can not be afraid of the sky, because she has a father, her father is a general, she can run amok in the capital, she can not recognize her brother, no friends, relatives and sisters, and neither will her father. Blame her.

Because whether it is father or big brother and big sister, they all know that she suffered, she lost her mother, and her mother was lost because of them.

She took her hand out of the quilt. It was so small that it was the hand of a four-year-old child. The finger pads were all tender and pink. Now these small hands are covered with scars. These are all She was injured while picking up firewood.

However, only when she is injured can she feel that her hand hurts and that her hand is there.

Her hands were broken by Lou Ziyin and the man's wrists because they wanted her to hand over the incense code of Lou's family, but she didn't, so they cut off her hands.

And she has been for a long time. She has never seen her own hands, and has never used them. She put her little hands on her face. It's nice to have hands. tiny hand.

The wind outside was blowing the door frames and panes from time to time, as if it was going to lift up this broken house. She didn't want to go to other people's places, she just wanted to stay here, because there was still the smell of motherhood here, but, very. Quick, even the smell of mother is about to disappear, just like mother, she has become Huang Gui, a gust of wind, a grain of sand, and she can no longer accompany her.