In the winter after dinner, they are all around the stove, which is warmer, and the kettle of boiling water hangs on the stove, which has long been blackened by smoke.

Mingwangwang's flame seemed to be smiling, as if welcoming her home.

The 5-watt light bulb in the room is not very bright, only a faint light, in order to save electricity bills, the village is basically such light bulbs.

The neighbor's puppy barked a few times from time to time, and I don't know what sound alarmed its hearing.

My sister Ning Si ushered in the college entrance examination soon, so she was already beside the pile of books in the room, memorizing words and memorizing grammar carefully.

Counting the days when the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, there is not much time to chat with my sister and catch up.

Tranquility was by the door of another room, and glanced sideways at her who was immersed in studying, as if she had seen the shadow of herself who had been.

Dad was in the main room, skillfully stepping on the sewing machine, and the sound of "clicking" could be heard in the other room.

She loved watching her father's every action as he sewed and mending clothes, and she also loved to listen to the sound of the sewing machine making clothes, which flowed in her heart like a beautiful song.

I think of a few years ago, when this beautiful sewing voice, which sang from dawn to night, and from night to dawn, it had fallen asleep with the sound, lulled him to sleep, and woke her up from her sleep.

In the sound of this sewing machine, she understood the truth of being a human being, and in this voice, she grew up day by day.

Now two years have passed, once again I saw my father's way of sewing clothes, and once again heard the sound of this sewing machine, every movement of my father has not changed, the melody of the voice has not changed, the only thing that has changed is my father's old face, and the extra gray hair on the top of his head.

This sewing machine has been with my father for decades, since he learned to make clothes, this dilapidated sewing machine has always been his treasure, for decades, my father has been humming this melody, has been walking this road of sewing, he accompanied this sewing machine with a pair of rough, chapped, vigorous hands, in those difficult and poor years, maintaining the family's wear, weaving one beautiful dream after another in our hearts.

Time has passed, the years have passed, and now, this old sewing machine has many paint peeling and damaged corners, my father is full of gray hair, and now there are fewer and fewer people who make clothes, most of them go to the street to buy fashionable and beautiful clothes.

"Are you here?" Xia Qing and Lin Jiajia left the stove and followed.

"Shhh

Xia Qing and Lin Jiajia followed her gaze, Xia Qing, who had never seen a sewing machine, felt extremely curious, and asked softly in her ear, "What is this?" ”

Tranquility didn't answer, just nodded, and watched her mother draw lines on the cloth on the table next to her, and after the drawing, it was Dad's handsome and skillful cutting, and then she took it to the sewing machine and began to make clothes.

I don't have the strength to pedal the sewing machine anymore. Sometimes, the mother caresses the sewing machine with infinite affection, as if recalling the years when her youth was full of passion.

The stomping sound of "click" suddenly stopped, it turned out that the thread of the sewing machine was used up, seeing that Dad had not threaded the thread after holding the thread several times, she suddenly rushed up and grabbed the thread in Daddy's hand, and it took Dad twenty seconds to thread it.

"Dad is old, and now his eyes are not good, everything he sees is foggy, and he is not bright at all. Dad said with great emotion.

"Don't do it in the future, when you are making clothes, this light bulb should be changed to a higher wattage, so that it will not hurt your eyes if it is brighter. Tranquility is telling Mom and Dad.

Maybe it's good for my dad to have electric lights now, and he used to light kerosene lamps and make clothes.

"Hurry up and go over to the fire, don't come here, it's cold here, we'll come here as soon as we're done." "Mom and Dad were blowing them to the fire.

"What kind of clothes are these, why do you look weird?" Xia Qing asked, looking at the clothes on the table, she was very strange to the one she never understood.

"Old clothes," replied her mother.

"Old clothes?" Xia Qing still couldn't understand what the old clothes in her mother's mouth were.

To put it simply, the old clothes are the clothes worn by the dead, and when they heard their mother's answer, Ning Ning guessed that the clothes that his father was rushing were Han Chen's mother's, but they were unwilling to mention Han Chen in front of her now.

"Let's go, let's go over and make a fire, and don't bother them to make clothes." Tranquility saw through their minds and didn't want them to worry about themselves anymore.

Sitting by the fire, looking at the burning fire, accompanied by the sound of "woo", the hot water in the kettle began to tumble, as if the hot spring was gushing, and as if the sea was roaring, a very imposing appearance.

With the roar of hot water, the boiling water rushed out of the kettle unscrupulously and flowed into the fire on the ground bit by bit.

The servant extinguishes the coals, life is sometimes like writing about the water in a kettle, you can't fill it too much, otherwise it will easily overflow, and when it's time to clean up, we should clean up those things that don't belong to us, so as not to overflow, live a good life, and be just right yourself.

She opened the door to get the footbath and prepared the right temperature of footwash water for her parents, which was a very happy thing for her.

The footbath made of wood was a little heavy, and she walked in with both hands, carefully pouring hot water, and then going to fetch a little cold water to mix, until it reached just the right temperature.

"It's the first time I've seen such a basin?" Xia Qing said in surprise.

"Do you like it? Ask my dad to make one for you, and you can take it back. Tranquility said with a grin.

"Ah, this is my uncle's own work? She looked incredulous.

"I think my dad is very good, he can do anything. Tranquility looked very proud, as if her father was her greatest pride.

"Jingjing, don't say it, I'm going to take one back, it must be a treasure, maybe I will become an antique in a few more years, and I will make money." Xia Qing said.

"It's not enough to be an antique, but in a few decades, no one will use a basin like this, and it's probably true. Dad said.

With the changes of the times and the rapid development of each passing day, even if someone wants to use it, no one may be able to do it.