It was a late autumn day and the sun was setting in the west. Comrade Chen Geng often went hungry and felt very tired because he marched on the deserted grassland for a long time. This time he fell behind, leading the same tired thin horse and moving forward step by step. Suddenly, I saw a little red army ahead, and like him, it also fell behind.
That little guy is only eleven or twelve years old. Yellow face, a pair of big eyes, two thin lips, a little upturned nose, two feet wearing sandals, black and blue with cold. Comrade Chen Geng came up to him and said, "Son, get on the horse and ride for a while."
Pretend to be a pair of indifference, the little guy stared at Comrade Chen Geng's thin face with a beard and smiled and used a Sichuan saying:
"Old comrades, my physical strength is much better than you. Get in the car and go. "
Comrade Chen Geng said in a commanding tone: "Let's ride for a while!"
The little devil stubbornly said, "If you want me to race your horse, let's have a race." With that, he straightened up and made a gesture to run.
"Well, let's go together."
"No, you go first, I want to wait for my companion."
Comrade Chen Geng is very helpless. He took out a small bag of highland barley noodles from his body and handed it to the kid, saying, "You ate it."
The boy pulled the dry food bag on his body, patted it gently and said, "Look, it's bulging. I have more than you. "
Comrade Chen Geng was finally persuaded by this boy, so he had to climb on his horse and walk forward. He rode on a horse and felt restless. From the child he just met, he remembered a series of children. From Shanghai and Guangzhou to the docks in Hong Kong, the poor children he had dealt with appeared in front of him one by one.
"No, I was cheated!" Comrade Chen Geng suddenly gave a cry, immediately turned his horse's head and kicked off his horse several times, running all the way. When he found the child, the child had fallen on the grass.
Comrade Chen Geng struggled to hold the child on horseback, touching the child's dry food bag, stiff. What is that? He took it out and saw that it was a black Achyranthes bidentata bone with several tooth marks on it.
Comrade Chen Geng knows everything. At this time, the little guy stopped breathing.
Comrade Chen Geng put his arms around this boy and slapped him in the mouth: "Chen Geng, how can you be worthy of this little brother!"