The sky with rain, splashed everywhere sound, near the gray one, looks like it was getting dark.
In recent years, a large area of the famine, all day can be really hard, and my father in the mountains built shed, quietly standing in the rain
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Suddenly, a group of people in front, when approached, he saw four men staggered carrying twigs and Kifuji rode into a stretcher. On a stretcher with a person, a piece of black cloth face and body, a pair of young and thin legs bare outside, like a corpse.
"Eldest brother, bake a fire?" In front of a 40 year old man with a hoarse voice begged.
"Sit down, come in." Father did not hesitate.
"Thank you very much." They trudged into the shed, the stretcher is conveniently carried in.
"What, but also to the dead will be carried in, really be insatiable." I was angry and shouted, and stared at the two people take the lead.
"Not afraid, let them come in." Father gently persuade.
Headed man saw my one eye, I see no expression, with frightened eyes, hesitated slightly, still calmly carrying stretchers toward the tent to move, and then gently put down.
"This is my brother," the man pointed behind him on the stretcher with trembling hand, sobbed said in a hoarse voice, "my friend got disease, and have nothing to eat, we do not have the money to buy drugs and foods. That I have no time to go, he sent his brother to dig herbs and wild herbs, he accidentally fell from the cliff, then in, soon died."
The fire in the coals of bright red, burning flame burning all shed, just eat the rest of the potato skin randomly scattered around, only a few mushroom has not had time to eat, take a hot, smell fragrance.
"Potato finished, the mountain mushroom is also very difficult to pick up, pick up a few" father mushroom of hot, blow off above the gray handed to him about forty men, fast language said, "brother, to."
The man raised his bitter eyes, shook his head, pulled tightly, as if in a just judge who steal children.
"Wow!
You beauty"
woman bosom child suddenly to cry, then I saw a boy of about three or four, a pair of dirty hands wildly arm around her waist, shaggy hair with water, a pair of big and thin eyes in horror twisted to one side.
"give the child to eat."
man took two, which will be extended to the hands of a child. The child is not hungry or character, he will mushroom into his mouth heartily, great voice gradually gone.
"we want to raise the dead brother back home, parents still home with him, we came out to eat bitter money had not seen each other for years, my house from here there are two days' journey."
The man said, looking for a moment to the distance, hands will mushroom handed to his injured friend mouth, then smiled. The injured man legs freely bending, the eyes is very difficult to open, his lips moved, with mushroom slowly chew up, with the rain of tears also to black's cheeks.
"wow!"
the child cry aloud again, feeling is also high, than previously also pointed, perhaps after a mushroom still hungry.
"chill." I said very low, but the bottom can hear.
child mother quickly with rough hands over the child's mouth, as if to see who feel shy, low head said not a word, thin body appears to be weak.
man saw my one eye, face showed a little frustrated and helpless.
"thank you, we go." If not finished, he nodded to the other two not twenty years old boy, quickly lift the stretcher.
shed almost all the people stood up, and I am the only one who sat, feeling has nothing to do with his.
"rest, and now the rain has not stopped." His father was surprised.
"no, not much rain, we have to rush." Men lie about that.
they walked into the mist, faded away, not and in a short while, just a blur.
"Pa!"
I still see their backs away, father to I don't pay attention and gave me a slap in the face.
"Don't think you now have something so selfish." He scolded yunu not away.
I touched was beaten their ears, bowed his head.
"go quickly, the matches gave them
doctorate degree in business."
I said nothing, picked up a box of matches only, quickly ran to the distant.