Just pointed to the east and asked the west for a long time, and the guests didn't buy anything. Under the guidance of the xylophone, he left with a grin.

Zhu'er was getting more and more confused. Until the door closed in the dead of night, he still couldn't figure out the customer's intentions.

He simply washed his feet, turned out the electric light, took off his slightly thin winter clothes in the dark, and sucked into the cold iron quilt. He curled up, waiting for his body temperature to cover the hot and cold bedding.

At this time, the starlight outside the house was weak, and the house was pitch black. Zhu'er lay quietly on the bed, his heart tugging, and it was difficult to calm down. He missed his dad again.

Since the first night when he stepped into his courtyard, since the first night he moved into the house of a foreign company, he has always missed the faint impression of Xigui, the vague appearance of his father. This kind of longing, which has no reason or foundation, always comes to haunt him from time to time. Each time it becomes more and more urgent, and each time it is more and more intense, especially in the middle of the night.

In his memory, he doesn't seem to feel the goodness of having a father. After all, Hee-gui left when he was still ignorant. At this time, he longed for a father with a strong body and broad shoulders. Thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be the long-deceased Xigui, let alone the Mao Xiang who is sleeping in the same bed with his mother now, but a vague figure in the dark. When he was isolated and helpless, when he was sad and sad, when he was happy and joyful, he slowly walked out from the depths of his heart, wandered in the surrounding night, and accompanied himself in front of and behind him. Sometimes, he also lay down in the quilt and hugged himself tightly in his broad arms. Give yourself encouragement, give yourself comfort. In the fog, it seemed that his thin body had attached his scorching body temperature and rich breath.

At this time, he felt a kind of tenderness like water, slowly flowing in the blood of his body. This indescribable warmth begins from the fingertips and toes, from the outermost epidermis of the body, spreads through the limbs, passes through the heart, and gradually swells into the mind. In the imagination, when it was about to solidify and form, it was instantly scattered like smoke and disappeared. And so, all thoughts came to an abrupt end.

I opened my eyes in panic, and it was still pitch black all around. Through the cracks of the doors and windows, the slightest cold is blowing the whole body temperature, blowing all the thoughts, and condensing the heart into a lump of ice, which falls heavily on the chest.

At this time, the first rooster crow gradually sounded. He forced himself to empty his mind of the cranky thoughts and go to sleep as soon as possible. He knew that he had to save up enough energy to deal with the many tasks after dawn.

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. By the afternoon of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the atmosphere of the New Year was so strong that it seemed to be dripping into water and forming ice.

The courtyards of every house are steaming, and the aroma of meat and vegetables wafts from time to time. The aroma slowly wafted between the corners and lanes of the village, among the treetops of the forest, and among the hearts of the adults and cubs. Hesitation, lingering, and not dispersing. Attached to people's bodies, it seems that the figure is in a hurry, and there is no room for leisure. Even when he walks, he strides or trots all the way. Sticking to his face again, he was filled with a comfortable and cheerful expression. Even between the eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, they are constantly exuding a joy that cannot be concealed. [End of Chapter]