The girl's mother dragged the little girl outside, with a flash of worry in her eyes.
Sensing the worry on the girl's mother's face, Ning Xiaotong responded with a warm and bright smile.
Seeing this, the little girl's mother sighed.
Poor girl, she lost her parents at such a young age, so she spends the New Year alone, how lonely she is!
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The air in the countryside is much better than in the city. When you wake up in the morning, the air is filled with a light fragrance, a fragrance unique to the earth.
I stayed in the countryside when I was a child. After many years, many people in the village have become strangers.
Occasionally, I would recognize one or two, nod my head, and say hello, with a simple smile on my face.
The house had been unoccupied for a long time and a thick layer of dust had accumulated.
It was almost noon to clean up the whole house.
She went out for a walk and bought some daily necessities.
On the street, children wearing brand new clothes were wandering around in the streets and alleys.
The brave ones held firecrackers in their hands, lit them, and threw them out.
There was only a crisp sound, and the firecrackers instantly turned into powder and exploded.
When walking on the street, sometimes children accidentally throw firecrackers at their feet. They will be startled, look up at the naughty child, and the naughty boy will smile at himself sheepishly, and then run away.
Looking at their innocent and cute looks, their baby-fat little faces, and their rosy colors, they are really cute.
If my daughter grows up, she will be as cute and naughty as them.
I just don’t know where her poor daughter is now?
When I returned to the house, it was almost eight o'clock and the sky was getting dark.
Every house has lights on, and looking from a distance, the stars are dotted in the vast night, so lively.
There are even gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky, with various shapes, which makes people overwhelmed.
It's not the time to watch the New Year's Eve, but the fireworks at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night are called beautiful.
Every household outside is preparing to welcome the New Year in a lively manner, but looking back at myself, I am spending New Year’s Eve alone. It would be a lie to say that I am not lonely. Fortunately, I still have my parents in heaven to accompany her to spend the New Year.
Woolen cloth.
Enduring the loneliness, the sadness, the longing for her relatives and her daughter, she tried her best to calm down, put her mood in order, and got up and went to the kitchen.
Even if it is one year, she must work hard to live it well!
She told herself that the old, bad year was finally over, and she must welcome the new year happily.
In the kitchen, flour and dumpling fillings are ready.
Ning Xiaotong sat down and started making dumplings alone.
Skillfully spread out the dumpling skin, put it in the palm of your hand, put the fillings on it, knead it, and in the blink of an eye, a dumpling stood in the palm of your hand.
I still remember that at that time, I was always greedy but refused to do it myself.
Later, my mother got impatient and asked me to do it myself.
For the first time, I ate dumplings made by myself. The taste is still in my mind, with endless aftertaste.
Watching the white, tender and chubby dumplings fall into the pot one by one, rolling in the boiling water, and after a while, they are already attached to the surface of the water.
Turn off the heat.
There are three sets of chopsticks and three bowls on the table.
At that time, when my father left, there were only myself and my mother at home, but we still had three sets of dishes and chopsticks. Now, I am the only one left, and my habits have not changed.