The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Wang Shi, who has always been known for his eloquence and his love of laughing and joking, became unusually quiet at this moment, with his mouth tightly closed, as if he was afraid that making a sound would disturb the last moment of reunion between the mother and son.

He turned and left silently, his steps hurried, no one knew where he was going, perhaps to find something that would make their journey home more comfortable.

He's mother sighed when she heard what Zhao Shao said, and replied solemnly:

"Shao'er, you misunderstood.

Mother doesn't mean she doesn't want you, but she hopes you can understand that life is like a long river, and everyone has to learn to sail alone in this long river.

Mother cannot stay with you forever. One day you will have to face the ups and downs of life alone.

The reason why your mother made this decision is that she hopes you can learn to be independent and face the challenges of life on your own.

You are not young anymore and should understand that life is not just about enjoyment and comfort, but more about responsibility and commitment.

Mother hopes you can understand my painstaking efforts and not let me down."

When Zhao Shao heard this, tears flashed in his eyes and he choked up and said:

“Mother, I understand.

I will remember your words and learn to be independent and strong.

I will take good care of myself and cherish every moment I spend with you."

When He's mother heard Zhao Shao's understanding and promise, she felt relieved.

She gently stroked Zhao Shao's head and said softly:

"Good boy, you must remember that no matter when or where you are, you must stick to your beliefs and responsibilities.

In this way, you can become a real man."

Then, He's mother said softly:

"Mom, I really want to go back home and take a look, can I?"

Her voice was filled with endless longing and desire.

Zhao Shao slowly stood up, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, then nodded firmly and replied:

"Okay, mother, I will take you home now."

His eyes revealed a determination and perseverance.

Not long after, when Zhao Shao carefully helped He's mother out of the clinic, he was surprised to find a carriage parked at the door.

Wang Shi had already been standing by, pulling the horse, waiting for them quietly.

Zhao Shao glared at Wang Shi fiercely and said unhappily:

"You have some good sense."

After saying this, he gently helped He's mother onto the carriage and settled her down.

Seeing this, Wang Shi swiftly turned over and jumped onto the carriage with skillful and neat movements.

However, at this moment, Zhao Shao suddenly noticed him and frowned and asked:

"Aren't you going to go and drive?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Facing Zhao Shao's questioning, Wang Shi remained calm and answered openly:

"I don't know how to get to your house, and I can't drive you, can I?

Do you really need me, a foreigner, to lead the way for you?"

Although his words were a bit playful, the truth contained in them was irrefutable.

At this time, He's mother, who had been silent all this time, spoke:

"Shao'er, go drive the car."

Her voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze blowing through Zhao Shao's heart.

After hearing his mother's instructions, Zhao Shao no longer hesitated. He quickly walked to the front of the car, pulled the reins, and prepared to start his journey home.

Zhao Shao, who was always obedient, glared at Wang Shi fiercely, but he didn't expect that Wang Shi would glare back at him without showing any weakness.

This made Zhao Shao feel a little scared, but he still gritted his teeth and continued driving the carriage forward.

After the carriage had traveled slowly for a while, Zhao Shao finally stopped.

He turned his head reluctantly and looked at Wang Shi, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak:

"Brother Wang, can you lend me some money?"

The sound was so quiet that only I could hear it.

Wang Shi was very straightforward. Without any hesitation, he took out several bright silver bills from his pocket and handed them to Zhao Shao, saying:

"Take it, and if it's not enough, come back to me for more.

Oh, and please buy me some wine on the way."

After saying that, he patted Zhao Shao on the shoulder.

With Wang Shi's funding, Zhao Shao hurried to a nearby shop.

He carefully selected some food and other daily necessities that might be useful, and of course he did not forget the wine that Wang Shi asked him to buy.

When he returned again, his body was covered with packages of various sizes.

Seeing this, Wang Shi quickly jumped off the carriage, and the two of them placed the items neatly on the platform of the carriage one by one.

Everything is ready and they are about to embark on their journey again.

As the carriage continued to move forward, more and more refugees appeared on the street.

They had haggard faces and tattered clothes, and each of them looked at passers-by with begging eyes, hoping to get even a bite of food.

Seeing such a miserable scene, He's mother, who was sitting in the carriage, could not help but feel compassion. She slowly turned her head, looked at the child beside her with loving eyes, and said softly:

"My child, these people are so pitiful. Can we give them some of what we have?"

As she spoke, He's mother's eyes were filled with sympathy, a kind of pity that came from the heart and was very moving.

At this moment, Zhao Shao, who was driving the carriage, heard this and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, but he still patiently explained to his mother:

"Mother, it's not that I don't want to help, but the supplies we have are limited. If we give them what we have, I'm afraid we won't even be able to make a living. Besides..."

At this point, Zhao Shao paused for a moment, as if recalling some unpleasant past events. He continued:

"And the child knows full well that human greed is endless.

I remember when my father and I first arrived in this small town, I gave them food out of pity, and they snatched it away. If my father hadn't arrived in time, I would have been trampled to death. That experience is still deeply engraved in my mind!"

However, He's mother was not convinced by her son's words. She still insisted on her own opinion and advised earnestly:

"Even so, we should still do more good deeds and make more good friends!

After all, helping others is a virtue, and you might even get unexpected rewards in the future."

He's mother's tone was firm and sincere, as if she had already decided in her heart that this was the right path.

Zhao Shao felt helpless, but since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

He pulled the reins firmly, and the galloping carriage slowly stopped.

Then he jumped lightly off the carriage and walked quickly to where the goods were placed.

He reached out and opened the lid of the steamer that he had just bought and was still emitting hot steam, and took out half of the fragrant buns from it.

At this time, He's mother was standing by and observing everything silently.

Under her gaze, Zhao Shao walked towards the group of ragged refugees.

He walked up to one of the refugees and took a closer look. He saw that the man had a haggard face and lifeless eyes. He moved forward mechanically like a zombie.

He seemed to have no idea where he was going.

Seeing this, Zhao Shao grabbed the refugee and asked softly:

"Excuse me, ma'am, may I ask where you and everyone else are from?"

When the old lady heard the voice, she raised her head slightly, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in a flash and soon became dim again. Then she lowered her head and continued to move forward in silence.

Seeing this, Zhao Shao quickly took out a steaming bun from his arms and spoke again:

"Auntie, if you can answer my question, this bun will be yours!"

Before she finished speaking, the old lady suddenly stopped, turned her head quickly, and fixed her eyes on the buns in Zhao Shao's hand. Her originally dead eyes now rippled slightly, revealing a hint of longing.

She responded in a trembling voice:

"I... I originally lived in the nearby town of Lu, but now there's war raging there, and I couldn't stand it any longer, so I was forced to flee here to make a living... I agreed, so this bun should be mine, right?"

Zhao Shao handed the steaming bun to her with a smile, his eyes revealing a hint of concern.

After she took the bun, she couldn't wait to take a big bite, as if she had been hungry for a long time.

Even with her mouth full of food, she still looked up and kindly reminded:

"I don't know if the war will spread here, young man. I think you'd better escape from this troubled place as soon as possible!"

After saying that, she hurriedly turned around, rejoined the slowly moving team, and continued on her unknown journey.

Looking at her back as she walked away, Zhao Shao couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart.

He sighed softly, then asked other people around him about the situation, but the answers he got were the same - everyone was full of worry and fear about the future.

In desperation, Zhao Shao had to silently give the remaining buns to the elderly or children who looked weaker.

When these people took the buns, gratitude showed in their eyes, which made Zhao Shao feel a little relieved.

At this time, Wang Shi, sitting in the carriage, was leisurely tasting the wine and quietly observing everything happening in front of him.

He seemed to be accustomed to this chaotic situation and there was no surprise on his face.

After a difficult journey, they finally made their way through the crowded refugee horde and arrived at the west side of the town. Looking around, the place was desolate and silent, with no trace of people. Only a narrow, straight street stretched into the distance, like a passage to another world.

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