Later, for a long time, Qian Maimai was wondering whether the grandfather Qian’s confession of hardship that day had completely dug a trap, waiting for the lack of roots and brainlessness to make that guarantee, and then The old man will do the trick, and he will come to a "hanging beam and cone stock" to toss himself alive
In short, before the potential family had lifted the children's ban, the time of Qianmai was completely controlled by the old man.
Now, in addition to cooking and housework, Qianjia's grandfather eagerly started to pull out seedlings to help him. He just put his beloved medicine book on Qianmai's head. The "Prescription of the Magical Uses of Old Chinese Medicine" is expected to be within half a year according to the target. From head to back to the end, the Long March has just taken its first step. Coupled with the brush calligraphy and sketching assignments that were originally practiced daily, Qianmai is as busy as a "camel" that keeps spinning. Even one day, Qian Liqin asked her to return a pattern book for knitting a sweater to a neighboring village. She thought for a long time before answering: "That's going to be a wait. Today my schedule is full."
Although the school is off, many students from other places have returned home, but Nanjiang Village has not calmed down, but has become more noisy. As the new year is approaching, young people who go out to work in the village have returned home in groups.
In addition to the streets and alleys from time to time, there are groups of young men and women with fresh clothes and "horses" laughing and walking by, and you can see it only from the small potential grocery store. The most obvious thing is that the batches of tobacco, alcohol and beverages are going fast, and children suddenly have more tickets in their hands, ranging from a few cents to a few yuan. Therefore, cheap snacks and small toys are sold. Out of stock.
On the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, Nanjiang Village ushered in the first snow since the beginning of winter. Early in the morning, Qian Liqin came back from fetching water from outside, and happily called out in the house: "Sisters and brothers will get up soon, there is a lot of snow outside!"
really? You can see Jiangnan with apricot blossoms and spring rain every year, but Jiangnan with snowflakes and light dance is lingering a few times in a dream. Things have always been rare and precious, and the children in Jiangnan love snow very much. The sisters and brothers of Qianjia were not afraid of the cold anymore. With the quick management of Qian Liqin and Qian Mai, the two little dolls were dressed tightly in threes and twos.
Run out and take a look, hey, it's so snowy. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed, and there was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and the snowflakes came down one after another. Although it does not have the pride of Saibei, it does not have a soft and beautiful beauty. The village in the snow is still a small bridge and flowing water, but the bridge is a bridge with pink makeup and jade, the water is a vast and uniform water, and the people are people in the depths of the snow.
What an ink painting of Jiangnan snow. Qianmai expressed sincerely, how many years hasn't he admired such beautiful scenery in detail. In the distance, Qian Xiaohai had long since merged into the crowd of snowmen and snowball fights, followed behind the tall Qian Xiaojun, awkwardly pinching Xiaoxue Tuan, with a silly smile on his face.
Although Cui Lingling was also very excited, she never left her sister for half a step. She only stretched out her little hand at the gate of the courtyard, gently caught the snowflakes, and asked with a smile, "Sister, can this be eaten?" Qianmai was very funny. On a whim, she ran to the foot of the mountain and brought back many long "popsicles" for her.
I don't know what a good day is on the 16th of the twelfth lunar month. In the midst of wind and snow, Qian Xiaobiao and Qiansongyou and his wife returned home by accident.
Lan Meier greeted her happily, and she slapped her lips and said non-stop: "Today is really a good day. I heard magpies chirping in the morning. I didn't expect you to all come back so soon."
Quack, why didn't we hear it, are there magpies in this icy world
The Qianjia compound became happy in an instant, and it was gone for a year. Everyone laughed and chatted with each other, asking each other about the current situation in the past year. Qiansongyou and his wife immediately took out some of the shiitake mushrooms they had grown from their luggage and distributed them to several families in the yard. Qian Xiaobiao didn't buy anything, but he also pulled out a few beautifully packaged bubble gums from his pocket and handed them to the younger brothers and sisters, which won a warm cheer from the little P children.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and within half an hour of each returning home, the left-hand house was up.
The first thing that sounded was the long-lost melody "Asian Heroes", Qian Mai suddenly remembered that 1990 seems to be the year of the Beijing Asian Games. Before I was too anxious to be nostalgic, my aunt Huang Xueping's loud voice screamed: "You short-lived ghost, just bring such a small amount of money home, you can't even buy a pig's knuckle. Tell me, you were in Wenzhou this year. What did you do? I bought so many clothes and put on glasses to wear a four-eyed cat... What is this, tape recorder... Who do you think you are? Big money, such a big spender, I don’t know how to be frugal. In this village, there are power outages for three days. Can you afford to use batteries? So many tapes, can they be eaten as food or meat?..."
The eldest aunt hasn’t stopped yet, and the little aunt Li Aizhu doesn’t even let her bow left and right: “You’re a dead pig, you’re a fool. If you don’t study well at home, I will ask you to repeat the grade, and I will let you have a son... Me and Your dad is exhausted in the mountains. You can't even read a book when you eat and drink at home. See how I killed you today... "Then what sounded was Qian Xiaofen's cries and the potential home. The voice of persuasion from grandma and others.
In this room, the hidden wheat in the clay pot was painted quietly in the back room, and there was a trance for a while: "Is this the feeling of going home? There are laughs, curses, crying, noisy, familiar accents, old and simple. My hometown, the trivial reproach about love... No, the aunt who just finished scolding prepared a meal, and then she opened her throat to urge Xiao Biao to eat. I don’t know when the faraway father will go home?"
Outside, Qian Xiaohai asked Qianmai's question: "Mom, my uncle and my aunt have all gone home. They bought a Longquan sword for Xiaoyi, but it's pretty. When will my father go home? I want it too. A sword."
Qian Liqin listened to the soft voice and coaxed: "Dad will be back these few days. Go to the door and take a closer look. If Dad comes back, you will be the first to tell mom.
Qian Xiaohai was surprisingly obedient this time, carrying his crude and inferior wooden sword, putting on a scarf and hat, and really sitting on the threshold of the courtyard and waited eagerly. When the time came down, Qianmai knew that this posture of leaning against the door and looking forward was very stupid and useless, but she couldn't help taking Cui Lingling to the door every now and then, swaying her eyes, watching the rushing pedestrians. Every car passing by Nanjiang, at the end of the winding road, are you okay, dad? In the days when there is no phone and no news, I really miss you very much.