Once people are engaged in intense study or work, they will find out how quickly time flies.

Song Ming had the illusion that it was already the end of April after only a few good dreams, and tomorrow was the May 17 long holiday that made the students crazy. The school also stipulates that senior high school students will have a three-and-a-half-day holiday, and they must return to school on the afternoon of May 4 to participate in the evening self-study of that day.

At the end of the afternoon class, Song Ming didn't stay in the school too much, and only went back to the dormitory to get a change of clothes and left the school. His home is in the countryside south of the county, and there is no direct bus to their town at the school gate, so he needs to go to the county seat to transfer.

After arriving in the county seat, Song Ming risked missing the last bus and went to the farmers' market to buy some fruits and snacks. Soon, the last bus came slowly, but Song Ming, who got on the bus at the second stop at the departure place due to too many people, almost didn't squeeze in.

"Xiao Ming. Someone in the back of the car shouted Song Ming's name.

Song Ming turned around with difficulty and looked at the back row, it turned out to be an uncle from the same village. The other party was still wearing clothes from a construction site, and his face was unwashed and dusty.

"Second uncle is good. Song Ming shouted.

The uncle of the same village grinned and showed his yellowed teeth, and asked him with a smile if it was a school holiday. Song Ming is one of the few young people in their village who are in high school, and the older generation thinks he will be successful.

"yes. Song Ming replied loudly. The position he occupies is full of people in front of him, left and right, and it is difficult to even move his steps slightly, let alone walk inside. In addition, there are not a few people talking in the car, and if the voice is not loud, the other party can't hear it clearly.

Uncle Tongcun's interest is extremely high, even if Song Ming talks to death, he can find a new topic in the next second. The enthusiasm of the people in the village is like this, which makes people love and hate.

Old-fashioned buses start and stop, and at every stop, some people try their best to get off, and some people try their best to squeeze in.

Song Ming had to get off at the last stop of the bus, and he had to pass through no less than 20 non-existent "platforms" along the way. The bus from the small county town to the countryside is a platform where someone gets off, but most of the people in the same village get off at the same place.

When he got off the bus, the sky was already yellow and red, and Song Ming still had to walk two or three kilometers on the dirt road to get home. The uncle in the same village asked Song Ming to wait for him, and it turned out that he had put a motorcycle in the commissary opposite the terminal. Song Ming's father is a construction worker, and every time he receives a job from a distance, he first rides a motorcycle out of the village, and then changes to other means of transportation.

Song Ming took the motorcycle of his uncle in the same village, and it should have been more than 20 minutes away, and he didn't need to arrive at the entrance of the village in ten minutes.

"Second uncle, thank you. Song Ming said as he took off his backpack and took out two apples from it and handed them to the other party as a way to express his gratitude.

"You kid, it's different to read, so polite. The uncle from the same village was not polite, took the apple and praised Song Ming again.

At this time, a little girl with a gray face suddenly appeared out of nowhere, hugged Song Ming's thigh as soon as she came up, and whined non-stop in her mouth.

Song Ming hurriedly dropped his backpack and picked up the extremely excited little girl, and asked with a smile: "My little plum blossom, do you miss your brother, so you are waiting here?"

The little girl stared at Song Ming with a pair of big round eyes and smiled.

"Little Meihua, do you want to eat apples?" The uncle from the same village, who had not yet left, picked up an apple and shook it in front of the little girl.

The little girl looked at the big and red apple in the uncle's hand for a while, and finally shook her head seriously.

"Second uncle, thank you. Song Ming said again.

The uncle from the same village waved his hand, "Why are the family so polite, take your sister home quickly." ”

"Little Meihua, say goodbye to the second uncle. Song Ming said and grabbed his sister's little hand, Xiao Meihua should have understood her brother's intentions, and took the initiative to wave her hand at the uncle in the same village.

"Oh, what a sin. The uncle from the same village sighed heavily and rode away on a motorcycle.

Song Ming frowned, his nose sour.

At this time, Xiaomei pointed to the backpack on the ground and whined.

Song Ming hurriedly retracted his depressed mood, reached out and pinched Xiao Meihua's nose, and said dotingly: "Little gluttonous cat, do you want to eat apples or bananas?"

Whining.

The little plum blossom was in Song Ming's arms and wanted to go down.

"You little guy, you don't want a brother if you have something to eat, right? Song Ming raised and knocked Xiao Meihua's forehead, and then carefully put her down. As soon as Xiao Meihua landed, she rummaged through Song Ming's backpack and ate it, but in the end she just took a bubble gum.

"Woo. ”

Xiao Meihua took the bubble gum and reached out to ask Song Ming to peel it for her. After Song Ming put it in her mouth, she reached out and begged for a hug again.

"Okay, let's go home. ”

Song Ming laughed and picked up his sister, and then picked up the backpack on the ground. On the way, Xiao Meihua pouted and asked Song Ming to watch her blow bubbles, Song Ming was also very cooperative, every time his sister blew a bubble, he made an exaggerated expression of surprise, which made Xiao Meihua smile.

When the brother and sister arrived at the door, they saw their mother standing at the door waiting as usual.

"Mom. Song Ming shouted from afar.

"Little Meihua, come down, your brother is very tired from studying now. Mother Song walked up quickly to take her daughter from Song Ming's hand, but Xiao Meihua twisted her head to the side. Mother Song gently patted her buttocks, and then took the backpack in Song Ming's hand.

Before entering the house, Song Ming asked his father.

"I haven't come back from building a house in the next village. The meal is ready, you eat first. Song's mother said.

After entering the house, Xiao Meihua broke free from Song Ming's arms and ran to the kitchen to help Song's mother get dishes and chopsticks. Knowing that her son would come back today, Song's mother deliberately killed a duck and made a big pot of fried duck with sour chili peppers that her son loved.

During this period, Song Ming took out all the fruit snacks in his backpack and put them on the dining table, and the place where he could put them was the dining table. Mother Song didn't blame him for spending money, but just hid all the snacks to prevent Xiao Meihuaguang from thinking about snacks and not wanting to eat.

Little Plum Blossom pouted a little unhappy.

Song Ming picked her up and sat on the same stool as him.

Whining.

Xiao Meihua took the chopsticks and pointed to the duck intestines in the bowl and called, as if she was not angry.

"Okay, brother will clip it for you. Song Ming said dotingly.

Xiao Meihua ate her favorite duck intestines and smiled happily.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. Song Ming made an antics that stuck in his throat.

Xiao Meihua grinned for a while, and gave her brother a duck head.

"Brother doesn't eat duck heads. Song Ming made a bitter gourd face.

Xiao Meihua tilted her head and thought about it, and sandwiched a duck leg for her brother. In addition to duck intestines, she loves duck legs the most, so her brother will definitely like it too.

Song Ming reached out and touched Xiao Meihua's head and smiled. Seeing my brother smiling, Xiao Meihua smiled even happier, it turned out that my brother also likes to eat duck legs like me.

Mother Song, who was opposite, looked at the pair of children in front of her and felt that her nose was sour, and she hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Heaven was kind to her and gave her a son and a daughter.

Heaven was too harsh on her, and cruelly robbed her precious daughter of her ability to hear and speak.

Little Plum Blossom, whose real name is Song Mei.

Her parents hope that she can be like plum blossoms, brave the wind and snow, and bravely bloom in the cold winter.