Xia Yu hurriedly ran into the room to see the children, Yaya, Wenwen and Xiaoxue. The three children were asleep on the bed. Xia Yu knew that Yaya must have taken them to that cabin to play. Wenwen and Xiaoxue were fast asleep.
She looked very similar to Jiahui. Xia Yu looked at her child quietly for a long time before coming out of her parents' room.
Everyone sat in the living room, quietly.
"Don't you ask how he is?" Xia Bo broke the silence.
Xia Yu said nothing.
"They have been sent to the county hospital. Jiahui, Haoer and Uncle Chang have all gone. There is no news yet."
Xia Yu still didn't speak, and the room was quiet.
In the morning, Yaya took Wenwen and Xiaoxue to play in Guo Ruiqiang's cabin. Guo Ruiqiang happily gave the children candies and blew up balloons. The colorful balloons were so beautiful and the children were so happy, but a balloon accidentally flew over.
Wenwen went on the road, and Wenwen went to chase him. Guo Ruiqiang hurriedly followed him out to call Wenwen back. Wenwen happily chased his beloved lavender balloon. In the middle of the road, Wenwen hugged the balloon, and Guo Ruiqiang hugged Wenwen.
At this time, a car drove over, and Guo Ruiqiang pushed Wenwen away. Wenwen's balloons flew away again, Yaya and Xiaoxue also ran out, and all the balloons flew out, colorful...
Guo Ruiqiang left, leaving his cabin, Yuyuan, and this world without leaving a word.
Xia Bo arranged for Guo Ruiqiang's ashes to be sent to the city and buried next to his parents. Xia Yu said to Hao'er: "Tear down that hut and chop down the sycamore tree."
Yaya said: "Aunt Xiaoyu, the hut will be demolished as soon as possible, but don't cut down the sycamore tree. It was planted by Uncle Guo himself. It is the only memorial he left to Yuyuan."
?"Adults are talking, children should not interrupt." Xia Yu felt very confused.
"Why?" Yaya didn't understand why Aunt Xiaoyu, who was so kind-hearted, lost her temper and why she wouldn't even leave a tree to Uncle Guo.
Xia Yu didn't want to argue with a child, so she said to Hao'er: "Hao'er, did you hear what I said?"
"I know, sister."
Xia Yu went out.
Yaya said: "Uncle Jiahui, I don't understand, Aunt Xiaoyu is so kind to everyone, why she treats Uncle Guo like this and refuses to even leave him a tree."
"Yaya, Aunt Xiaoyu is a good person, but she is not a saint, she is just an ordinary person. She has her love and hate. She loves her family and the folks in Yuyuan, but she also has hate. We can't be harsh on her.
Forgive the person she hates most in the world."
"Why does she hate him?"
Lin Jiahui gently patted Yaya's face and said, "This is a matter between adults. Yaya doesn't need to know. In fact, whether the sycamore tree is cut down or not, it will grow in your heart, right?"
Yaya nodded confusedly.
Two weeks later, Haoer's wedding was held as scheduled. The Wutong Manor was extremely beautiful, with newly renovated lawns, blooming sycamores, flowers, firecrackers, flying flags, childhood sweethearts, a pair of childhood sweethearts, and the golden boy and girl, under the blessings of their relatives.
into a happy marriage.
After Haoer's wedding, Xia Yu and Lin Jiahui took their children back to City S. Haoer drove them to the train station. Through the car window, Xia Yu looked at the beautiful rain garden, the blue sky, and the green fields.
, an orchard with flowers in full bloom, everything is full of vitality and full of vitality. Beside the village, there is a tall sycamore tree, with lavender flowers blooming in the wind.
In the cold winter, the snow is like a group of wolves hiding in caves for a long time, shivering to avoid another more powerful beast, not daring to go out to look for food, and resisting hunger. At this time, the alarm is lifted, and they are like broken beasts.
It came from the sky, roaring with terrifying roars, sweeping through several nearby villages, including Zhangjiacun, Wangjiacun, Liujiacun, etc. On the weak old branches and the fragile and wilting soft leaves, hard and numb
On the withered vines... everything, whether it was the fields or the wilderness, that was still full of vitality some time ago, now seems to be pinched by the throat of life, unable to breathe, lifeless, only the wind is raging, and any batch of white
The monster lies on it, giving the earth the feeling that it will be swallowed up.
What a heavy snow! The surrounding area is thick and white.
Night enveloped the house. At first glance, it was a dark curtain, with a huge red light shining in the curtain. Nothing could be seen clearly, except for the glowing place in the left corner of the house: the bronze Eight Immortals table, the corners of which had long faded.
The color reveals the rough wooden surface, on which there are two incense burners, one large and one small. The large incense burner looks new. Even in the dim light, the lacquered gold still shows an attractive luster. The interior of the furnace is densely packed, and the burnt residue remains
There are black-headed incense handles and a few large smoky incense sticks that have just been inserted. Although the small incense burner is also painted gold, it looks like it has not been polished for a long time. The walls are full of dust. Both the small burner and the big burner are almost filled with incense.
The only difference between the handle and the ashes is that the incense is much smaller. Behind the big stove is a clay statue of Bodhisattva. The peaceful Bodhisattva seems to be smiling but not smiling, and his face looks red under the light. Behind the small stove is a spiritual card, only the top is visible.
It says "The memorial tablet of my beloved husband Zhang Minghai". Under the red light, the tablet seems to exude the chilling smell of blood.
"Bodhisattva, please protect Minghai from worries below, from torture, and from worry about food and drink. Please show great mercy and protect him! Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, I will definitely worship you..." "Minghai, you
Rest in peace, I..." The back figure under the lamp is kneeling on the ground. A string of small brown beads can be seen in his left hand. He is stroking it very quickly. His right hand is shaped like a knife and pointed directly at the roof. He is mumbling something, just words.
He spoke so quietly as he walked toward the spiritual place that it was almost inaudible.
"Mom!----" Suddenly a voice came from behind, and a girl-like figure appeared behind the kneeling figure. She held a flashlight in her left hand, illuminating the front with a bright light. Look at this figure wearing a full suit.
Pink pajamas, white cotton socks and cloth shoes on her feet, holding a cyan military coat in her right hand, her smooth black hair reaching her shoulders, like a dark waterfall painted on the back of her head, her pink face is like the clothes on her body
, slightly whiter, with big watery eyes that are still sleepy and sleepy, but paired with willow eyebrows and pink lips, they look so intoxicating.
"Mom, what are you doing? Today is not my father's memorial day, why don't you still pray? If you want to pray to Bodhisattva, you can do it tomorrow! It's so cold and it's so late again," the girl muttered.
"Come! Put this on quickly, it's serious if you catch a cold." As he said that, he gently put the military coat on her mother's shoulders.
A warm current surged in, and the woman's trembling back calmed down like a bend in the river that stopped the ripples. She finally turned around. She looked so similar to her daughter, except that her lips were closed at this time and that
The look in her eyes, which is more mysterious than that of her daughter, seems to convey a message to people: she is a sharp woman, and only she knows what is hidden in the swamp in her heart.
"Mom will recite it a few more times before going to bed. You go to bed first." The haggard face looked so pale under the flashlight.
"Well..." The daughter hesitated for a while.
"Okay, Mom, you have to wrap your coat tightly!"
"I know, go to bed. You have to get up early to go to school tomorrow, Yue Ya..., walk softly so as not to wake up your brother." The woman stared at the other closed room in Xiaohui with a smile on her face.
Deep tenderness.
The flashlight turned her head, and the woman was immersed in the dim light of darkness. She touched the coat on her shoulder with her palm covered with Buddhist beads. A familiar yet blurry black shadow passed in front of her eyes. She felt dizzy for a while, and the woman was startled.
I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and rubbed my eyes again. Everything was the same as before. There was nothing. It was an illusion. Then, my face turned sideways and fell into some kind of meditation. Tears fell continuously, soaking a large piece of the shoulder pad of my coat.
.
The snow finally stopped, and a red sun peeked out quietly on the top of the mountain in the east. It was still early, no wonder it only showed half of its face, but it was enough, and the calm warmth made the little animals who were dull last night come out for a walk.
There were lonely old men sweeping the snow in front of their doors with brooms, and the chimneys of several houses were steaming with white steam. Perhaps the ladies or daughters-in-law were preparing breakfast, and from time to time there were a few sounds.
Dogs bark and babies cry.
"Hurry up! You're going to be late... Damn the weather, there's so much snow, it's hard to walk on the road, hurry up! Brother!"
"Why are you so anxious? What does it matter if you are late once or twice? If you are anxious, you go first." The young man stepped on the snow in front of the village gate and walked slowly, with his gray schoolbag hanging around his neck.
Swinging back and forth, a long row of footprints snaked behind me, and the footprints were deep and large.
"Pah, pah, pah!" The girl in front was thrown in the back by several small snowballs. "Ha... ha..." the elder brother behind laughed.
"Yueya, you go first. If I don't go to the first class, it will be in vain. Let's play in the snow. I haven't had such good weather in a long time. There is so much snow to play in, it is more interesting than boring.
class."
"Then I'll tell mom and see how she deals with you!"
"How dare you!"
"Pa-" Yue Ya was hit by another snowball in the back.
"Okay, don't think your sister has no weapons, just wait and see!" As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Ya made a big snowball at some point and hit her elder brother in the face.
"Bang!---------"
The eldest brother was hit with a red nose, like a circus clown.
"Hee...yeah!..." Yue Ya ran away and made a V-shape with her fingers towards her elder brother, declaring that the counterattack was successful.
"Remember! Only play for one class period, don't do it next time!"
"I know, you girl!"
As if he had regained the unforgettable alluring clouds of his happy childhood, the young man was as happy as a dragging horse, shouting and rolling happily in the snow, not caring about the many tiny particles on his body.
Then, he took out the knife and shovel that might have been prepared in advance from his schoolbag. For this, he thought it was the coming of a feast. With the release of surging enthusiasm, he moved very quickly,
From the model made of snow to the trimming with tools, it was all done in one go, and it only took half an hour.
Looking at his carefully completed masterpiece, the young man's face was filled with a bright smile, and the hot breath from his mouth turned into a breath of happiness that filled the surroundings.
The snow was piled up into four figures, in the middle was the figure of a slightly pale woman, with slightly wrinkles on her face made from the hair she pulled off her head; on the right was a cute little girl, with two pieces of black
The leaves are made into big eyes, and the round red paper on the cheeks of the face gives people a sense of innocence; on the left, there is a tall boy with a resolute expression, an angular face and a leopard-like appearance.
His eyes were like those of the two guardians next to him. The largest snowman looked like a taller man behind the three of them with two wide arms surrounding them. However, there was no painting or drawing on this snowman's face.
The facial features were made, and I don’t know why. The young man’s eyes fell on that face, and he couldn’t say a word for a long time. Just now, the sun was shining on his face, and then dark clouds passed by.
Break a twig from the dead tree nearby and carefully write two words on the face: Dad.
A portrait that might be a family portrait was finally completed, and the young man exhaled again. Although there was a touch of sadness, it was also a breath of relief.
It was almost time to end the first period. Let's go to school. He squatted down to pack his schoolbag, patted the snowflakes on his boots and prepared to leave.
"Bang!" The snowman with a name written on his face was kicked on the head by a big foot, and then the other snowmen were trampled in a mess by five or six feet.
"Hehehe..." A ghostly smile echoed in his ears.
Boom! The thunderous vibrations immediately turned into magma surging in the crater, and the extraordinary anger was suppressed to the maximum extent that was almost suffocating. He raised his head, and shot his ferocious gaze upwards like a leopard trying to kill its prey, as cold as ice, trying to kill him.
The opponent was put to death.
Above, three men and one woman are from Wangjiacun.
"Zhang Ruifeng! Damn it, this is the land shared by three villages at the entrance of the village. Do you think this belongs to your village! Ah---"
"What kind of bullshit is there!"
The man standing at the front, holding a cigarette in his mouth, kicked the snow scattered by the snowman a few times. The raised snow flew towards Ruifeng's face, hiss! The snow slipped into his collar again.
"Bang...bang!~" The other two men pressed their hands together to form several large, plump snowballs and smashed them onto his strong chest.
"Hehehe..." smiled like a ghost.
The woman standing in the middle has her face made up in a coquettish way, her smile is even brighter, her waist is swinging wildly like a flower branch, and the little bells on her earlobes make a strange sound like mockery.
Ruifeng said nothing, staring at the group of people in front of him like a leopard.
How dare you make a bad face with us and seek death! The three men pounced on him like mad dogs and took turns slapping him in the face, beating drums vigorously and swearing harsh words that were hard to hear. But he still had that look in his eyes, thinking
He seemed to eat the opponent alive, but did not resist. Then, there was a violent attack, and he was kicked to the ground. Several men kicked him randomly, but he still did not make a sound.
The woman behind him sneered, crossed her arms, and looked at what was happening in front of her with no surprise.
The men were tired from kicking and stopped. But he stood up and patted the snow on his body. His face was swollen from being slapped and there were several blood marks on his neck, but his eyes were still fixed on these guys and he was not afraid.
What a look.
This look made these men panic.
I figured it out. He is a tough guy. If I don’t destroy him now, we will fall into his hands sooner or later! Finally, a man pulled out a knife from the back pocket of his jeans and pointed it at his
The arm was stabbed with a knife, so hard that it almost broke the tendon of the hand.
He still stood motionless, gritting his teeth without letting out a groan. His eyes were bloodshot, and he bit the opponent tightly. With that look again, blood flowed out hotly from under the blade, staining his sleeves red.
The men were at a loss...
"Brother, if you have the guts, give me a knife now, don't wait until the next day to mess with me, I can't bear it!" The man holding the knife was so frightened that he threw the knife to the ground, his hands were shaking, and his voice was
Trembling and crying.
Ruifeng picked up the sharp shovel, looked at the other person's eyes, and stabbed the man's stomach with his right hand without hesitation, making a hissing sound of the belly breaking...
A few coins were thrown into the snow.
"Take it to the doctor..." Ruifeng took out the money from his schoolbag and threw it in front of their eyes. He said this coldly. Then, as if nothing happened, he left with his injured hand solemnly.
Behind them, three men were lying. One had a knife wound, with ice and snow directly touching the wound, and the other two had broken left arms.
A strange feeling arose in the woman's heart, and tears came to her eyes, but she still wanted to overflow.
In the history class, Yue Ya has been unable to calm down and listen to the class. She is like a deer lost in a smoky forest. She can't tell the difference between east, west and north. She rushes around randomly. Her heart is as if she is full of energy and keeps jumping on the rocks.
The face is as pink as the peach petals bathed in the spring breeze, a fever-like temperature is running through the entire face, and the mind flies to another, richer world.
She received another love letter, this time it was different.
In the morning, Yue Ya rushed to class in a hurry. When she ran into the classroom, she was already out of breath. She looked at the clock hanging above the blackboard. Fortunately, there were still ten minutes before class. After a false alarm, she exhaled in relief.
Taking a deep breath, he gently placed a few strands of his hair that had fallen out from his tied hair due to running too fast above his ears, and then slowly sat down in his seat.
Opening the drawer, there was a red envelope lying quietly inside. Yue Ya was already used to it, and she knew what was written inside without opening it.
She has had no shortage of suitors since she was a freshman in high school. During the last semester, there were always one or two love letters under her desk every day. They contained the same words about how she admired her and wanted to ask her out. At first, Yue Ya was very excited.
This proved her charm, and her friends were also envious of her. Later, she secretly took a look at the suitors, and none of them seemed to her. They were either too mediocre or looked very unreliable and did not seem sincere. And she
The only one she liked was calm and had not yet attacked her or had no interest in attacking her.
At first, the suitors were from the same class, and later they were extended to other classes. Over the past two years, the number of suitors who were eager to pursue the idea increased but did not decrease. Even though Yue Ya did not respond to the letter writer, she only exchanged a few words, and sometimes she got tired of it.
I threw it in the trash can without even looking at it.
A red envelope. The college entrance examination will be held in a year. Which ignorant boy who still cares about his children's personal affairs at this tense moment is so infatuated? Yue Ya found it interesting. Fang Zheng hadn't gone to class yet, so he just watched it as a pastime.
That’s fine.
The letter was made of several large pieces of rose petals carefully glued together with glue. Yue Ya's eyes lit up and she was moved by the unique letter paper. What a romantic boy, he would actually use such letter paper. Unlike other suitors, even though
Made with some tacky colored paper.
It was neatly written in gold colored pen:
Moon bud:
The red color represents my undying passion for you, the roses represent my love for you, and the golden font represents my eternal and inconvenient feelings for you.
My love bird is locked in the dark cage of my heart, depressed and young, secretly in love with you. It has been two years and I still dare not speak out. The college entrance examination is coming soon. Can you give me a flawless memory, a mark of no regrets, and a happy life?
A carefree mood? Can you agree to my request? Can you let me break up with you with the only sweetness?
Wang Yaqing
Wang Yaqing, a man with a lot of tenderness and strength hidden in his eyes under his sharp eyebrows, a man whose appearance could not be described as handsome, a name that makes Yue Ya's heart beat faster and is familiar, Yue Ya does not recognize him from the first sight.
The one who dares to take the first step and secretly fall in love and think about it.
Yue Ya's lover was enjoying the nectar given by God on the land of love. She was so intoxicated that she thought of one word: happiness!
Quietly, Yue Ya took out a small mirror and looked behind her under the desk. While the teacher was writing on the blackboard, she leaned over and looked at the scene reflected behind her: Wang Yaqing was taking notes seriously, with a look on his face.
serious.
"Hee! Boy!" He pursed his lips and smiled softly, then immediately took back the mirror.
Holding the movie ticket in the envelope, it will be shown at 7:30 tonight. Yue Ya touched it and couldn't bear to put it down.
Xuehui, who was at the same table, looked at Yue Ya's expression and behavior and understood something about it.
"Hurry up and listen to the lesson, crazy girl." He whispered into her ear and shook his head again.
Yue Ya made a face at her, and then carefully put the movie ticket into the textbook. Xin took a sniff and put it in her schoolbag. Her mind was full of nervousness and excitement at the thought of tonight's arrival.
"Bell..." The second class ended.
"Brother!" After the bell rang, Yue Ya thought of something and was the first to run out of the classroom and ran to the next class. As expected, her eldest brother did not come to class. She waved her hands with an unfazed expression.
"This damn big brother doesn't keep his words!" Yue Ya thought to herself and stamped her foot angrily.
"Yueya, Yueya!" When she was about to return to her classroom, Wang Ya'an rushed out from the classroom next door and called her. He also waved to her.