There was another winter rain in the sky, the rain carried the wind, and the wind carried the rain, the most cold of all, avoiding the rain but not the cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The old man said that a winter rain is a cold, Xing Youliang felt that this was to the point, sitting in the classroom, no matter how to wrap the patch cotton jacket on the face, he felt that the cold wind poured straight in, and his feet who were only wearing straw sandals were already red and swollen from the cold, even if he kept kicking with his feet, he still felt cold, so cold.

The field next to him was asleep, and he felt that the table kept shaking, and finally he couldn't sleep anymore.

"Have you shaken enough?"

Xing Youliang looked at the big back head in front of him wearing a cotton jacket on his upper body, blue cotton pants and shoes on his lower body, and he didn't know how cold he looked.

"The cold naturally shivers, and I can't control it. ”

"Didn't your mom buy you clothes to wear?"

Xing Youliang looked at the layers of patches embroidered by his mother's mother on his body, and said coldly,

"My mother is no longer here. ”

Tian Ye looked at the sad expression of Xing Youliang and knew that he had poked his sore spot, and hurriedly slowed down his tone,

"I didn't expect you to be the same as me, both are motherless children, your mother is gone, what about your father?"

"My father went to Xihe Town to repair the reservoir, and he was not at home, our rural children are as particular as you in the city, it is good to have food and clothing, if you want to eat and be warm, you have to be in a dream. ”

Xing Youliang looked at Tian Ye with an incredulous expression, and said,

"Don't believe it, look around you, which of these kids is dressed so neatly like you. ”

Tian Ye, who had never paid attention to anything before, finally raised his head and looked carefully at the classmates of the same age around him, and indeed there was no one who did not have patches on his body, and few of them were still trembling with their hands wrapped like food in prison. The field that watched all this was silent, he didn't know how to receive the sentence and food, and he didn't know how to comfort him, he just felt as if he was touched by something in his heart at this moment.

After school, the prisoner rushed home in the rain, but before he got home, he saw the smoke rising from the roof of his house.

"Who's burning the fire, brother?" Xing Youliang began to worry, he was afraid that his brother would burn down the kitchen at such a young age, so he hurriedly quickened his pace.

Before I entered the door, I heard a frolicking sound, this rough voice, and this weird smell, Xing Youliang knew that it was his grandmother and uncle who came, and Xing Youliang guessed that it must be his grandmother who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Sure enough, it's grandma, why are you here?"

Song, who was burning the fire, saw that his eldest grandson was back, so he quickly added a fire to the stove, and took it out with tongs, and the fire in the stove burned more happily.

"My eldest grandson is back, come on, come over to my grandmother, it's cold, right?. The Song family pulled the sentence over and wanted him to sit on him and roast the fire.

"Grandma, I'm so old, I'm still sitting in your arms, and others see me laughing at me. ”

"You kid, where is there anyone else here, then you help your grandmother light the fire, and your grandmother will cut vegetables. ”

Xing Youliang got up and saw that rice paste was boiling in the pot, a large radish was on the cutting board, and there were a few sweet potatoes under the corner near the stove.

"Grandma, we still have food, why did you bring so many things, what should you do with your uncle?"

"Silly child, even if my grandmother doesn't eat, I can't make my little grandchildren hungry, and now your father is so far away from the West River, and there is a grandfather at home, if it weren't for the small grandmother's family, I would like to take you over and raise you. ”

Xing Youliang watched his grandmother bend over, with her head down and her back to him, cutting turnips, and there was a little silver thread in her neck-length short hair, and her heart was a little sour.

"It's been so cold in the last few days, and my grandmother is thinking that your mother is not here again, who will make shoes for you, who will mend your clothes, and when you finish eating, we will clean up your mother's clothes, change what you can, and make clothes for you. ”

The fire in the stove burned brightly, and the orange-red light reflected the dry little face of the torture grain, and a tear on it fell silently down the chin into the ashes of the stove door.

At the dinner table, the family sat together, watching the grandmother bring the dishes to the table one by one, boiled prawns, stewed pickled cabbage fish with radish, fried vegetables, and thick rice paste, several children were jubilant, feeling like the New Year.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten fish, oh yes, don't you all rob me today. Fu Xiaojian rubbed his hands, picked up his chopsticks and sandwiched the largest piece of fish.

Song gently slapped his head with the head of his chopsticks, and said angrily,

"What does it look like to be an uncle?"

"Mother, I'm in my twenties, why are you still hitting me on the head, really. ”

"You all know that you are in your twenties, and you are still a child, who can marry you. ”

When the mother and son were arguing, Xing Youqian rolled up his sleeves and sandwiched the prawns and fish to feast on it, and when Fu Xiaojian reacted, half of the dishes on the table had already gone.

"There is dry, there is food, you slow down, my mother hasn't eaten it yet?"

After the family cleaned up the house inside and out, it was dark, and Song took out his daughter's clothes from under the bed in the children's room, looking at these familiar fabrics, as if he saw his daughter's figure again, and couldn't help but cry.

"Hey, I see that Yoyo is one year old, and your mother has been gone for a year. ”

Xing Youyou suddenly felt miserable in his heart, "Yes, my birthday is my mother's death day, so I can't celebrate my birthday, woo~"

Xing Youqian looked at his grandmother's sad appearance and tried his best to coquettish her, "Grandma, don't cry." ”

"Grandma doesn't cry, grandma just takes care of your mother's clothes. ”

Fu Xiaorong didn't have a few clothes in total, Song left the red clothes that his daughter married, and everything else was going to be changed, the two sets of cotton jackets in winter can be dismantled from the cotton and make a few sets of small clothes, and the children can pass this winter;