On Sunday, Song Chun'an's family of five packed up neatly, took Sijiu, carried large bags of gifts, and went home for dinner.

Song Chunan pushed the bicycle, carried the girl and the gifts, and rode slowly, while Li Shengnan and the three of them followed on foot.

A week has passed, the snow has melted, and you can still see a little white in the wheat field, and the wheat seedlings lined with more than two inches high are becoming more and more vividly green.

Song Ci was tightly wrapped, sitting in her exclusive small iron chair, only exposing her two eyes and turning around to look at the scenery.

Sijiu lay on her lap, half-covered in her big cotton monkey, poked out half of his head, chirped comfortably and chatted with her, relaying the trivial gossip of the roadside sparrows.

For example, whose greedy daughter-in-law secretly hid food behind her in-laws' back, whose bear children caught sparrows with wooden sticks and sieves, and which field had a hole dug in the cellar by voles, and there were cabbage, radishes, sweet potatoes, and insects that had not frozen to death.

Song Ci listened casually to relieve his boredom, and he didn't bother to take a stubble with it, and the northwest wind blew his frozen teeth.

Anyway, I had already explained before I went out, and asked it to quietly catch two fat rabbits when there was no one on the road, and send them home to call milk for good food.

Sijiu also missed Mrs. Song's good craftsmanship, and agreed with a smile.

In the off-season, the cattle of the production team are resting, and there are no people driving on the road, so there is no way to hitchhike.

The commune must be almost ten miles from the village, and it would take half an hour to walk back.

Fortunately, there is no urgency, just take your time.

Li Shengnan was afraid that the little girl would be cold if she sat still, so he asked her to go down to the ground every once in a while, move her body, and the aisle was hot.

At this time, Li Shenxing and Song Zhao's little brothers were jubilant, and took turns to greet Song Chunan to help hold the back seat and teach them to ride.

In the countryside at this time, bicycles are still rare, and few adults have the opportunity to ride them, let alone half-sized children who are not good at work.

Song Chun'an has always been generous to his family, and he does not restrain his children, since he wants to learn, he is willing to teach.

Actually, it's not that difficult to ride a bicycle.

If your legs are long enough, sit down on the saddle and run with your pedals, or if you want to stop, put your legs on the ground and hold firmly!

The problem is that two small heads are not enough.

Song Zhao is older, he will be ten years old during the Chinese New Year, but because he can't eat enough all year round, he is almost the same as Li Shenxing, and if he stands up straight, he will be a head taller than the car girder.

Li Shenxing is more than two years younger than him.

If you sit on the saddle, you can only pedal on your legs, so what kind of bicycle are you riding?

But the two children have an idea, if they can't reach it, they don't sit, anyway, the bicycle moves on the pedals, and you can run when you step on it, as for whether the riding posture is handsome or not, you have to put it back.

Song Zhao was bolder and went first.

He stepped on the pedals close to his side with one foot, pulled the other foot into the empty triangle in the middle of the girder, stepped on the other pedal, and put both hands on the handlebars.

Song Chunan held the back seat of the car steadily, helped maintain balance, and slowly followed two steps.

When Li Shenxing saw that the car was riding, he ran excitedly, and couldn't stop shouting cheers for his brother.

Li Shengnan watched his eldest son show a rare vitality, and his thin and handsome little face smiled brightly at the rising sun, and he couldn't help but smile.

"That's good. ”

She sighed softly, and the white breath she exhaled filled the air before dissipating after a moment.