In ancient times, there was a widow. One night, the widow was lying in bed when she suddenly heard a soft knock at the door. When the widow opened the door, she saw a man covered in blood and his clothes torn to the ground. The widow looked at the man and suddenly cried out, "Are you a prisoner?" The prisoner weakly responded, "Please, save me!" ”
The widow was about to close the door when she suddenly looked up and saw heavy snow in the sky. Snowflakes gradually covered up the blood behind the prisoners.
The widow thought to herself, is this man wronged? The widow remembered her deceased husband, who had also been framed and beaten to death.
Thinking of this, the widow softened her heart and let the prisoner into the house.
The widow told the prisoner not to say anything, and told him to wait quietly, and she went to the kitchen to get him some porridge to drink.
After drinking a bowl of porridge, the prisoner finally regained his strength. By candlelight, the prisoner begged the widow not to tell anyone anything about him.
The widow nodded, not asking the prisoner's name and home address, much less what the prisoner had committed.
The widow's child in the house suddenly woke up, "Mother, who else is in the house?" ”
The widow hurried to the bedroom to comfort her son, "Ah, Little Mao, just a naughty cat is hungry, come to beg for something to eat, I have just fed it food, it has gone." Go to sleep in peace. ”
The widow's son looked at the widow and finally believed in his mother.
"Well, mother, you should go to bed early."
The widow watched her son fall asleep before coming back from the bedroom to the prisoner.
The prisoner quickly asked the widow why she lied to her son.
"I promised you that I would keep it a secret for you. I should have done it. ”
"But that's your son, and the family has nothing to do with it." You deserve my trust, then your son is worthy of my trust. So in front of your son, you don't have to hide anything. ”
"But what if my son says it?"
"That's okay, you're already my benefactor. Anyway, my life was already picked up, I had already been killed, who knew that I was only temporarily out of breath, and later came back to life.
So I've died once in the government. No one will remember me again, let alone that I have been wronged.
I was originally a teaching gentleman, who knew that he had been assassinated by his enemies and described me as a robber. And that county order fainted, only knew how to take bribes. That's how I became a prisoner. ”
The widow looked out the window again at the snow, and she seemed to understand, "No wonder it suddenly snowed in the sky, you were indeed wronged, and the snow will bury all the blood you have been on all the way, so that no one will know that you have come to me." ”
"Well, maybe that's providence, and I thank God for sending me to you."
Thus the prisoner lived in the widow's house for a month. The prisoner's wounds also healed.
During this month together, the prisoner also had a perfect friendship with the widow's son.
The prisoner accepted the widow's son as his disciple, determined to teach all that he had learned all his life to the widow's son.
The widow was very grateful to the prisoners, who had previously felt guilty that she did not have the money to give her children a good education.
Now it's finally all over. The widow beat the prisoner from the bottom of her heart.
On this day, the prisoner decided to leave the widow's house, because he was afraid that if the people of the government found him and recognized him, it would affect the widow.
"Sir, don't you go, okay?" Our whole family has long been with you in your troubles. To die everyone dies together, to live everyone lives together. ”
The gentleman burst into tears of gratitude, "Then otherwise, shall we go to a place where no one knows?" Just like that, we will be wandering the world, are you willing to bear this suffering? ”
The widow nodded, "Xiao Mao has you as a master, what else can I not bear?" Sir, wherever you go, Xiao Mao and I will follow you. At the end of the world, we will never be separated. ”
In this way, the widow disguised the prisoners, and the three of them began a long journey of life.
10 years later, the widow's son Xiao Mao also became a teacher. The widow marries the prisoner, and the two warm each other for the rest of their lives...
This story is adapted from Folk Tales. Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. Everything you do to others will one day return to you.
