Xinxin's Fairy Tale

In remote small villages on the border, strong winds often howl across the endless grasslands, and it seems that there is only this vastness and loneliness left in the world. It was a cold morning, and Grandma Siqin, who lived alone, was going to fetch water from the well at the entrance of the village as usual. As she wrapped herself tightly in her sheepskin coat and hobbled along the dirt road, a faint cry broke the original tranquility. Grandma Siqin stopped, pricked up her ears and listened carefully. The crying was intermittent, but it hurt her heart so clearly. She walked in the direction of the sound and found a small swaddle beside an old haystack. With trembling hands, the grandma gently opened a corner of the swaddling clothes, and a pink little face was revealed. The child's eyes were closed tightly, and the little mouth was slightly open, as if he was shouting helplessly to the world. Grandma's heart suddenly twitched, and she looked around. Except for the howling wind, there was no trace of anyone else. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.