Author | Sangzhi

1

When the wheat returned to the village, the whole village ran out.

It's dinner time. Every family is having dinner. When they heard the news, they were still chewing half the rice in their mouths, and all the people who were breastfeeding with their children ran out and gathered at the entrance of the village.

My family lives at the end of the village. When the back door is opened, there is a large wheat field. By the time I got the news and ran to the village entrance, the dilapidated village entrance had been squeezed by the neighbors who came.

Six years later, at the age of 19, I am no longer the boy who is half a head shorter than wheat. The power of time and years is terrible. Now my height is 1 m 8, and I know that I am a sunny and handsome young man as soon as I stand in the crowd.

But what about wheat? Where has she been for six years? Has she had a good life these years? In the past six years, she has been reborn from nirvana and grown into a graceful girl, or she has been tortured by various postures of life.

I squeezed into the crowd anxiously and looked ahead, only to see a low-key and steady black car parked unhurriedly under the tree at the entrance of the village, occupying the whole road that was not wide.

The girl who got off the bus was a beautiful young girl, wearing a white dress, a pair of apricot high heels and a tall ponytail. A small red rope is tied to her left wrist. If you look closely, you can see that there is a small jade strung on the rope.

That's a gift I gave to Maizi on the day she left.

Wheat didn't speak, nor did the villagers, but everyone shed tears. Looking at Wheat's unchanging smile, I couldn't help wiping away the tears in my eyes.

2

Wheat is called wheat because it is found in wheat fields.

It's the end of winter, every household has passed the New Year, and the air is still filled with the smell of firecrackers. The village was deserted, and those who didn't finish the New Year hurried to their relatives' homes.

No one noticed when a baby was left here, except that my mother just opened the back door the next day when she heard a baby crying in the vast wheat field.

Looking down the sound, I saw a depression in the wheat field. When I reached out, I held out a baby wrapped in a blue cloth.

The tenacity of wheat life has been reflected since childhood. In the winter of MINUS several degrees, the north wind roared and the wheat was blown down by the wind. In such a harsh environment, the wheat stayed up all night without freezing to death, and cried loudly the next day. The cry saved her life.

There was no useful information left in the blue cloth, only a tattered diaper. I don't know the parents of the child. My mother took the wheat to the village head's house. The old village chief tried to contact several nearby villages, but no one claimed it.

This is an abandoned child. This cognition silenced everyone.

The villagers are simple, but they really don't have extra money to support a family with children. The fate of wheat has become a big problem. Someone suggested, "Why don't we raise them together? If anyone has food, give her a bite and eat a hundred meals, and she won't starve to death. "

The village chief thought about it, and this method works. One more child costs a lot, but occasionally one more mouth takes up very little space. One more question, what's the child's name? Everyone expressed their opinions and the discussion was in full swing.

As soon as the village chief struck the table, "Let's call it wheat!" That's settled.

I lived in my house for the first two months after I picked the wheat.

At that time, I was only born for over a month, and my mother was full of milk. After feeding, I still have enough wheat for another meal. Sleep after eating, don't cry or make trouble. I'm more like my mother than me.

Later, the wheat was sent to another family, and later, it was sent to another family. Until Maizi was five years old, the old village head took people to clean up the thatched cottage in the wheat field and gave it to her.

Wheat has a fixed home.

three

Wheat is very clever, and he can speak eloquently at the age of five. Under the love of the adults in the village, he called everyone sweetly, and his eyes were curved like buds of abortion, which was very beautiful.

Wheat is not only clever but also brave. When I was eight years old, we played hopscotch on the ridge. I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the ditch. Between trips, I hit my head against a stone. Looking down from above, my friends only saw scarlet blood oozing from my muddy face, screaming one after another, and no one called the adults for a while. Fortunately, there is wheat. Almost at the same time as the screams sounded, the wheat jumped down decisively, and called everyone to come and give me a hand and help me carry it on my back.

Thank you so much for being thin and short when you were a child. Tired wheat made me stand up effortlessly.

After this incident, I regarded wheat as my savior. Send her the snacks she stole from time to time, and bend down to give them to her like in martial arts TV dramas.

"I am very grateful to you for saving my life. If Miss Xia needs it, I will definitely help! "

Words are full of loyalty, wheat bit my lollipop, a pair of big black eyes snorted twice, and then showed a sly smile.

"I really need your help with one thing."

It never occurred to me that Maizi was actually looking for his biological parents.

We have never told Maizi, and Maizi is also very clever, and has not asked about her life. But you don't have to ask. As long as you eavesdrop on menstruation's gossip, smart wheat can easily guess his life story.

I asked why Wheat was looking for it. Wheat's long eyelashes drooped and whispered to me.

"I don't want anything from them, and I don't think they want me anymore. I just want to ask, why did you lose me? "

Although wheat is smaller than me, she has always been a smart and strong sister image in my heart. She seems not afraid of anything.

In winter, I only dare to sleep in my mother's arms, but she can be alone in the hut in the wheat field, listening to the sound of the wind whistling outside and the appearance of the wheat bared its teeth, which is deeply reflected in the paper window. Wheat never said a word of fear.

But at that moment. However, I feel that wheat is like a very insecure child, and his big eyes are full of loss. It was a kind of confusion, from her biological parents.

four

I dare not disobey the rescuer's orders. When I got home that night, I asked my mother obliquely what happened that year.

My mother sighs every time she talks about it.

"Ah, such a small baby, wrapped directly in the ground, is really cruel parents! Just stuffed a few diapers and threw them in the wheat field in winter. Who can look after the children when the wheat is blocked? When it is found to be spring, this is not to lose her, but to let her die! "

Mom's words silenced me. It never occurred to me that Mai's parents not only didn't want her, but also wanted her to die. If Wheat hadn't been afraid and didn't cry, would she have become a small corpse in the wheat field when we found her?

Privately, I don't want Wheat to find his biological parents. Even if such cruel parents are found, will they really be kind to her?

But wheat never gave up.

She often travels to and from several villages within a radius of ten miles. With the help of a Qiaozui Zhang, she coaxes seven aunts and eight aunts nearby.

/kloc-when I was 0/3 years old, Maizi told me, "Dabao, I know who my parents are!"

I was so shocked that I forgot to refute her. My name is not Dabao. "Who is it? How do you know? "

Wheat smiled at me and picked up a small piece of chalk to draw on the ground.

"According to informed sources, I found that the time was near the end of the Spring Festival. There were not many outsiders in the village, and no outsiders came to the village the day before. This shows that people who have lost me must often come to our village.

Secondly, your mother said that she opened the back door at ten o'clock the night before to bundle wheat, and there was nothing there at that time, so someone must have left me there between ten o'clock and six o'clock.

Finally, there is a lake in the east of our village. If it is a village on the other side of the lake, and there is not enough time to go around the lake in winter to lose children, it can only be a village in the west. "

Wheat has drawn two circles, and there are only two villages in the west.

"It is impossible for others to leave their children directly in the next village, so they can only be separated from us by a village-Tianjiawan!"

Hearing this, I was completely impressed by Wheat's powerful reasoning ability. I quickly asked her, "What are you going to do, ask one by one?"

The wheat gave me a white look, as if looking at a fool.

"You are so stupid. How can others admit that I can only go to Tianjiawan more often to see if there is any chance for them to recognize me?"

I don't know if the wheat plan was successful, but a couple really came to look for children, and it happened to be Tianjiawan's.

The couple's mother looks like wheat, but the old village head is still worried, so let them tell what they left behind when they lost the wheat.

"Blue floral cloth, which I cut from my own clothes, as well as diapers, red cotton cloth and green flowers!" The woman who looks seven points like wheat said excitedly.

The old village head looked at them for a long time and went back to the house to call the wheat out.

I didn't see the scene that day. I only heard from my mother that everyone present was crying red. Wheat's own mother is even more heartbroken, holding wheat in her arms and clinging to it.

Then the wheat packed up and left. After she left, the hut in the wheat field became my secret base. I will stay here when I have nothing to do, thinking about the wheat in my mother's arms and smiling happily and contentedly.

five

One day I opened the door of the hut as usual, but I was startled by the dark shadow inside. Turning on the light, I saw wheat.

She lost weight. Wheat used to be slim, but her arms were full of strength, big enough to hold me. But now the wheat in front of me is sallow and emaciated, with a deeply sunken chin and needles all over his arms.

In the three months since he was taken away by his biological parents, the most experienced wheat is undergoing a blood test.

Wheat has a younger brother who has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. The couple's bone marrow didn't match, so they thought of their daughter who stayed in the wheat field many years ago.

After taking the wheat away, he went directly to the hospital. Wheat was scolded by his biological parents before he could react from the joy of finding them.

"Disgusting how not you! Lose money! "

Wheat suddenly realized that her mother was holding her and crying. What she cried was not her daughter's recovery, but her son's life-saving medicine.

After the completion of bone marrow transplantation, wheat's heart died, she thought, as I repaid my kindness. But Mai's parents are not satisfied. They still owe a lot of money for their son's treatment. They need this abandoned daughter to pay for it.

So the wheat ran away. When Maizi told me these experiences, she seemed to be telling other people's stories calmly, but I could see that her eyes were empty before. I saw the failure of wheat, and now I see her despair.

Wheat is still running away, and she said they would come here again to find her.

Before leaving, Wheat went door to door to kowtow in the village. This girl who grew up eating hundreds of meals remembers the kindness of every family. She used her last strength to say goodbye to everyone.

I gave my jade bracelet to wheat. My mother hopes jade can make me healthy all my life, but I only hope it can make wheat safe and smooth in the next journey.

It has been six years since I left, and I haven't heard from you since. By the time I came back, Maizi had become the youngest director of the clothing factory in the city.

The girl who was left behind by a person and was hurt in her heart finally came home with a full load, with sunshine and love, and appeared in front of me with a brand-new image.

Wheat is never mud stone. She is a pearl covered with mud. She is as strong as ever, and she will never give up.

The world kissed me in pain, but I sang to it. Life has never let go of wheat, but she has chosen tolerance again and again. Inclusive life, but also let yourself go.

_THE END_

About the author: Sang Zhi, a Chinese major, likes all warm words and feels all sadness.

Original intention of writing: Many people say that life is not absolutely fair, which means that life balance is unbalanced from birth. That's true, but even if life is so unfair, the real way is still in your own hands. I hope that all people who come from a family that is not harmonious enough and live a happy life can draw strength from this story and be stronger to create their own lives.

Note: The article was first published in the official account of Wechat in the "Germination Forum".

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