Van Gogh woke up from his sleep, howling in pain, and the groans spread from nearby to far away. The sleeping cub was awakened by van Gogh's frightened howl. When he woke up, the cub howled, louder and louder. At this time, the boss flew into a rage: "damn, my children are scared and crying." Go to the cradle of my children. " Get out! "He said, while using a pair of high felt boots to kick van Gogh's stomach. Fanka can hardly breathe. "Well," the boss shouted wearily when Fanka spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. "Why don't you get out!" Fanka shook her shoulders a few times and turned to run. He covered his ears with one hand and his stomach with the other, and kept muttering, "Grandpa, come on! "Help me this poor orphan ..."
Fanka ran forward against the crying. He pushed the door in and tripped over the threshold. O (~ ~) o alas! He sighed-he couldn't stand being bullied and crying any longer. He went to the bed and carefully picked up the cub. A pair of watery eyes stared at Fanka. When he raised his hands, he pulled Fanka's hair, which was already in a mess. Fanka put the cub in the cradle and shook it gently. The baby's voice trailed off. After about an hour or two, there was no crying in the cradle, only
Fanka went to the window, opened it a little, drew a cross on her chest, and prayed that God would take grandpa away. It is raining intermittently outside the window, but it is a peaceful atmosphere. Fanka said devoutly: "God, if I can live in a happy place, I will always be a well-behaved boy, God bless!" " Fanka bowed deeply. He looked out of the window, his eyes moist. He closed the window, covered his face with his hand and sighed. He strode out. Every step he takes is like a stone weighing tens of millions of pounds on his back, and an indescribable pain crawls from his heart.
When Fanka came to the corridor, the wind roared, the wind blew violently and the cold hit him. He curled his legs and rubbed his hands, and his little feet were red and blue with cold. It was a long time before he fell asleep.
It's freezing and raining, and it's almost dawn. "Get up and work!" The tone of an order shattered Fanka's dream. The boss gave Fanka a bad look, and Fanka's face turned white. "Go to fetch water, go at once. Get out! " The boss was furious.
Fanka had to carry water. He scooped water into the bucket, filled two buckets and picked them up with a pole. The pole was just on his shoulder, and the shoulder was obviously drooping. Because he often carries water, his small shoulders can carry the weight of one bucket of water, but it is two buckets. He labored to move forward. Because of the excessive vibration, water suddenly spilled all over the floor, but Fanka was very happy. One of his feet is too small, because he just wants to cross it, and his foot is put aside. He leaned forward and fell to the ground without counting four. His forehead was in close contact with the ground, and the water in the cellar rushed relentlessly to the back of Van Gogh's head. He is surrounded by water, which has penetrated his clothes. The wound on his forehead ached as soon as it touched the water.
Fanka got up, rubbed the wound and groaned. Then the proprietress walked by the well. When she saw Fanka, she shouted, "Little beast, there you are. Look at you spilling water all over the floor. Clean it up for me, or you won't live! " Fanka ran to the kitchen, picked up a towel and came to the well. He knelt on the ground and wiped the water with a towel. The proprietress left in a hurry, and Fanka's tears trickled down. Life is hard, water can't be wiped off for a while, but the trauma of the soul will never heal.
Van Gogh walked barefoot back to the corridor, his feet were dirty, and it was raining that day. He sat down in the corner and felt colder. He took a sip. In the evening, he fell asleep with anxiety. ...
In the cold winter, Fanka rubbed his eyes and his wet clothes were still damp. He yawned, his whole body trembled, his eyelids kept beating, he covered his chest and his heart was pounding. Fanka thought of grandpa. "Will Grandpa be shivering with cold like himself?" Fanka thought, when will grandpa come and take me home? Did the postman deliver the letter to grandpa? "Every card has a string of question marks in its heart.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hearing this, Fanka was too scared to make any noise for fear of causing unnecessary trouble. The boss finally picked up a stick to catch Fanka. Every card doesn't shake the cradle, so the boss hits him with a stick in the house. Fanka must leave, too. The proprietress is guarding her children in the room. Fanka walked over carefully, and the proprietress shouted, "Boy, get out of here!" " At some point, he kicked Fanka. This kick was not light, which made Fanka feel dizzy and sick. Fanka rubbed his stomach and ran away without hesitation. He hid in the corner of the aisle and came with a chilly phoenix.
About an hour later, the guys looked around for Fanka and finally found him in the corridor. The guy said rudely, "I've been looking for you for a long time. Go and get us a drink!" " "As he spoke, he led Fan Ka to the kitchen to get the wine cellar, and Fan Ka flew to the hotel. The guys took advantage of Fanka to leave, picked up Fanka's share and stuffed it in their mouths, so that when Fanka came back, the food was looted, and the guys sent him away, but the wine had to be left, so the guys took the wine and drank it. Fanka sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart, but she is helpless.
Fanka was hungry and had to go to work. The proprietress asked him to pick up a herring. Fanka is all thumbs, which makes the proprietress very angry. The proprietress picked up the fish and poked Fanka in the face with the fish mouth. Fanka cried and muttered to herself. "I didn't mean to." Wanka wiped her tears and bowed her head. He was very desperate.
In the afternoon, the countryman sent a message saying that Constantine McAuliffe had passed away. Fanka was heartbroken. He ran to the kitchen and hit his head against the wall. Because the noise was too loud, the proprietress got angry and raised a stick to find the source of the sound. She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, running fast in three steps and two steps. She found Fanka a blow. Fanka only felt dim in front of her eyes, her body center of gravity slowly fell backwards, her eyes were wide and her head was flooded with blood. "Get up, little beast!" The proprietress scolded 1 and stamped her foot severely. Bleeding bubbles were exhaled from Fanka's mouth, and finally Fanka's eyes closed. ...
Fanka died, and no one knew that he had gone to another world-cutting down the Christmas tree in the country with his grandfather.