The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Zhao Shao's chest heaved violently. He gasped for breath, trying to free himself from his emotional collapse and gradually calm down.

His eyes became firm and sharp, and he began to rack his brains to think about when exactly He's mother decided to leave.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mom is just gone, not necessarily dead. She might have gone out to look for me. Maybe she thought I was having too much fun and forgot the way home."

He muttered to himself and paced anxiously back and forth in the room, trying to convince himself that his mother was still alive.

Zhao Shao's footsteps were heavy and anxious, and every step seemed to be filled with deep worry.

His eyes were like those of a hawk, carefully observing every corner of the room, not missing any clues, hoping to find some clues about the whereabouts of He's mother.

Finally, an inconspicuous corner caught his attention.

There was only a sweet potato that had been eaten a little, lying alone and quietly on the ground. The sweet potato seemed to be telling something silently, waiting for his arrival.

Zhao Shao's eyes lit up instantly. He rushed over as if he had discovered a rare treasure, squatted down, carefully picked up the sweet potato, and held it in both hands as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

His eyes were fixed on the sweet potato, examining it carefully.

"There are no black circles on the surface of the eaten sweet potato; it's still white, just a little withered. This means that Mother He has been gone for less than a day!"

Zhao Shao's voice trembled with excitement, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Based on this important discovery, Zhao Shao deduced that He's mother must have left last night or this morning.

Then, she would most likely walk along the road from home to town.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shao clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and his heart was filled with firm determination:

"Mom, wait for me to come find you!"

He knew very well that finding He's mother would not be easy and it was destined to be a difficult journey.

But he has already determined the general direction, and now he just needs to keep searching and there is hope of finding her.

No matter what difficulties and obstacles are waiting for him ahead, no matter what price he has to pay, he will not give up the last person who is good to him and will definitely bring He's mother back.

So, he decided to set off immediately without hesitation. After all, one minute late meant one more hope lost.

.........

After He's mother walked out of the bamboo forest, she looked like a lost lamb, her eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

She wandered aimlessly in the woods, shouting her son's name at the top of her lungs - Zhao Shao.

Her voice echoed in the silent woods, but only an empty echo responded to her.

My throat became hoarse from shouting, so I had to stop and find a big tree to sit under and rest for a while.

After sitting for a long time, I felt a little cold, so I forced myself to stand up and continue searching.

They walked and stopped like this, and when they were tired, they took a rest under the trees. When they were thirsty, they opened the fur water bottle they carried with them and drank a sip of water.

Mother He leaned weakly against the tree, muttering to herself worriedly:

"My dear, where are you?"

Then, her mind began to wander uncontrollably, imagining what Zhao Shao might do.

Could it be that he was fascinated by a beautiful girl and fell into the whirlpool of love?

Or maybe he walked into a gambling house out of curiosity and ended up having his hands and feet broken, so he doesn't dare to come home to see me?

Thinking of this, He's mother couldn't help but sigh:

"If it's the former, then my Shao'er is truly blessed!"

But then he changed the subject and said firmly:

"Even if it's the latter, don't be afraid, Shao'er. Everything will be fine."

The night is like a huge black curtain, ruthlessly covering the earth.

He's mother leaned against a tree, exhausted both physically and mentally, and slowly fell asleep.

She closed her eyes tightly, a look of pain on her face, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was experiencing endless torture even in her sleep.

Suddenly, her dream became clear. She seemed to see a man wearing a coarse linen shirt, about 1.78 meters tall, standing on the edge of a cliff, his eyes revealing despair and guilt.

The man was Zhao Shao. He looked into the distance and sighed deeply.

"Mother, I'm sorry. I'm useless. I lost all the money in our family. I can't face you..."

Zhao Shao's voice was full of self-blame and regret. Every word he said was like a sharp knife, piercing He's mother's heart.

Mother He's heart was instantly filled with a tearing pain, and she cried out anxiously:

"Son, don't think like that!

You still have me, your mother?"

However, Zhao Shao didn't seem to hear her and continued:

“I really don’t know how to face you, so I can only choose to leave…”

After saying that, Zhao Shao turned around without hesitation and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

He's mother screamed in horror, her voice sharp and shrill, as if it could cut through the entire valley.

However, the terrified cry did not stop Zhao Shao. He continued to walk towards the edge of the cliff firmly.

"No, no!"

He's mother shouted at the top of her lungs to stop him, her face full of despair and pain, her features distorted by extreme fear.

She rushed forward and tried to grab Zhao Shao's hand. At the last moment, she finally grabbed it.

But Zhao Shao used his other hand to push away He's mother's fingers, his eyes full of apology and determination.

"Mom, I really hope I can be reborn into your body in the future, then I can repay you."

Zhao Shao spoke softly, his voice filled with deep guilt and reluctance, like the last faint candlelight swaying in the wind.

He's mother's tears burst out like a dam breaking. She grabbed the corner of Zhao Shao's clothes tightly and cried heartbreakingly.

Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless sorrow, as if she wanted to cry out her soul.

"My dear, mother just wants you to be well. Please don't let go, okay?"

He's mother's tears blurred her vision. She stretched out her trembling hand to grab Zhao Shao's arm, but her hand slipped down weakly.

Zhao Shao seemed not to hear his mother's words. He resolutely pushed He Mu's hand away and fell towards the cliff.

Zhao Shao's apologetic voice echoed across the cliff, carrying with it endless regret and attachment, like his final swan song.

His figure gradually moved away and finally disappeared into the depths of the cliff, never to be seen again.

He's mother's world collapsed in an instant. She collapsed and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

"Don't jump!

My fever...! "

He's mother's cry echoed in the valley, and her tears kept flowing, as if she wanted to pour out all her sorrow.

Her body was shaking with grief, as if she would collapse at any moment, like a leaf withering in the wind.

……

The sun bounced along the foot of the mountain, slowly coming from the other side to the top of the mountain, drying the morning dew and also drying the tears in He's mother's eyes.

He's mother suddenly opened her eyes, and tears burst out again, blurring her vision.

She clung to the tree trunk tightly, breathing rapidly and heavily, as if she had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe.

The dream just now made her feel endless pain and helplessness, and made her clearly realize that losing Zhao Shao would be an unbearable blow to her.

In order to prevent the dream from becoming reality, she gritted her teeth and once again set out towards the town with heavy steps, silently praying in her heart that Zhao Shao was still okay...

……

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it was almost suffocating. You couldn't see your hand in front of you. Zhao Shao was anxious and stumbled forward all the way.

He tripped over countless branches and was scratched countless times. Blood flowed out and stained his clothes red.

But he continued to move forward regardless, calling out his mother's name, his voice sounding so lonely and desperate in the darkness.

For the first half of the journey, I couldn’t hear anything except my own echo.

There was deathly silence all around, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Just then, a "woooo" sound came from the front, as if someone was crying.

Zhao Shao was overjoyed, thinking he had found his mother, and ran over immediately.

When he got closer, he saw a strange animal making a sound similar to human crying. Disappointment was like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing his newly ignited hope.

Disappointed, Zhao Shao could only move on helplessly.

After a while, the same "woooo" sound was heard again. Zhao Shao subconsciously thought that it was the cry of the same animal as before and did not pay attention to it.

However, it was this negligence that caused him to miss He's mother.

At this moment, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on them.

At dawn, the familiar town appeared before Zhao Shao's eyes, but his mood was still heavy, as if he was being pressed by a huge rock and couldn't breathe.

……

He's mother walked forward, passing through dense woods. The road under her feet was rugged and bumpy, and every step was full of hardship.

Finally we crossed the daunting deep mountains and forests.

Her pace gradually slowed down, and her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and confusion.

My originally firm belief began to waver a little during this long journey.

However, when she saw the figure of an ordinary poor man appearing in front of her, she stopped involuntarily.

The man walked slowly along the road with his back to her, seemingly lost in thought.

Mother He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to take the initiative to ask. She approached the other party cautiously and asked softly with a trembling voice:

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a young man about 1.78 meters tall wearing a coarse linen shirt?"

Wang Shi turned around and saw an old lady with white hair, wrinkles all over her face and a sad face. He couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

He replied kindly:

"Ma'am, the person you're talking about is so common. I wonder if you could describe his appearance in detail."

He's mother also realized that her description was too general. She frowned and thought hard, trying to give more accurate information.

Finally, she spoke:

"This is my lost son, Zhao Shao, a man who looks...

A little younger than actual age...

The body is very strong...

People.

When Wang Shi heard the name "Zhao Shao", the image of Zhao Shao, with whom he had once been a brother and shared adventures, involuntarily emerged in his mind.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe that there was such a coincidence in the world.

Could it be that the old lady in front of me is Zhao Shao’s mother?

His heart beat faster and his thoughts surged like the tide. For a moment he was at a loss.

As He's mother recited Zhao Shao's appearance, Wang Shi became more and more certain that the person she was looking for was the one he had captured. He suddenly realized something and muttered:

"Forget it, I owe you that."

So I interrupted He's mother who was still chattering,

"Auntie, the person you are talking about is called Zhao Shao?

Is he tall and thin, with a dark complexion and a smell?

When He's mother heard that Wang Shi's description was exactly the same as Zhao Shao's, she immediately became excited and held Wang Shi's hands tightly and said:

"Yes, yes, that's him!

where is he?

Where's my fever?"

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