"What's your name?"

Guan Xiaojun helped the little girl put on a bulky cotton shirt and cotton pants, which were borrowed from the village and had a strange smell.

But at this time, there are few children in the countryside who are clean, and it is good to wear them, a cotton jacket and cotton pants are worn for a winter, if you really urinate, dirty, that is, to dry it, it is really not good, and it will be dismantled and washed.

The clothes borrowed for this little girl now should be the old cotton jacket and cotton pants that have been worn by other people's children for a long time.

The little girl is a little uncomfortable with this kind of dress, and when she wears it, she covers her nose from time to time.

After hearing Guan Xiaojun's question, the little girl who had finished wearing twisted her body, opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak, her face showed an anxious look, and she was about to shed tears when she saw the mist in her eyes welling up.

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, let's go out for breakfast first!"

After leading the little girl to the house, he saw three tables set up in the hall, a group of survivors from all over the north and south were eating around the table, Guan Hongda and Guan Hongkui were accompanied, and saw Guan Xiaojun leading the little girl over, and hurriedly gave up his position, "Xiaojun, you got up so early, why don't you sleep more?"

Guan Hongda scooped out a bowl of corn-sweet potato porridge from the big wooden barrel and put it in front of Guan Xiaojun, "Eat, eat!"

Guan Xiaojun said: "I don't sleep, I've been awake for a while!"

He pushed the porcelain bowl in front of the little girl, "Come, let's eat!"

The eating habits in the Yunze area are not the same as other places, perhaps because of poverty, in the summer, breakfast is generally noodle soup, and the noodle soup is really soup, very thin, and can almost illuminate the shadows of people, so the local dialect is called noodle water.

In Guandimiao Village, three quarters of the time throughout the year, breakfast is this noodle water, and in the evening, occasionally mixed with some noodles, but still noodle soup is the majority, clear soup is little water, no calories at all.

Only in winter, corn porridge, sweet potato porridge, and millet porridge appear, and the porridge at this time is much thicker, just like the corn sweet potato porridge in front of Guan Xiaojun now is very viscous, and there are a few white sweet potato pieces in it, revealing a sweet fragrance.

At this time, there are not many yellow stubble sweet potatoes, and the most in the countryside are the varieties with red skin and white flesh, which are relatively dry and very noodle, and the taste of yellow sweet potatoes is not the same.

It's good to eat some of this sweet potato porridge occasionally, but it's not a good thing to eat too much.

Some farmers have insufficient food at home, and all they eat in one winter is corn and sweet potato porridge, which causes the family to overflow with stomach acid and increase saliva secretion, so they usually spit all the time.

Some people eat sweet potatoes and hurt their stomachs, and many years later, they see pantothenic acid water in their stomachs.

Many years later, Guan Xiaojun had a classmate who once said one thing to Guan Xiaojun, he had two fears in his life: one was afraid that he would dream of taking math classes, especially dreaming of doing math problems in exams, which was simply terrifying.

The other is afraid of dreaming of eating sweet potatoes, one by one sweet potatoes are like balloons in his dreams up and down, in the distance is the red sweet potato mountain, and the white hard sweet potatoes are flying around the body, the whole dream is full of sweet potatoes unique smell, sweet and fresh, and then these sweet potatoes become bowls of golden sweet potato porridge, placed in front of him.

And whenever he dreamed of this, his classmate would wake up crying in despair, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

This shows how much mental trauma the sweet potato brought him.

Fortunately, the little girl next to her did not have this kind of "sweet potato sequelae", after Guan Xiaojun pushed the rice bowl over, she took the chopsticks and ate sweetly, and after a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her face became ruddy.

At this time, the entire sloping roof earthen embryo room was filled with the sound of chewing and swallowing, and the unique taste of sweet potato porridge filled the whole room.

Guan Hongda looked at the people in the room and said strangely: "Huh, why is there one person missing?"

He was about to get up and look for it, Guan Xiaojun wiped his mouth and said, "Grandpa, you guys eat, I'll go find my uncle!"

The little girl next to her finished planing the polenta in a few bites, jumped off the bench, and followed closely behind Guan Xiaojun.

Guan Hongda smiled: "Okay, good grandson, he should be in the backyard, you go to the backyard and shout him." Don't go out of the gate, don't get lost!"

Guan Xiaojun answered and walked to the backyard.

In the courtyard in the cold winter, a few withered grasses stand in the wind on the earthen wall, the branches of the jujube trees on the side of the wall twist and pierce the gloomy sky, the east of the sky is faintly white, the sun is looming, the weather is not very good today, as if it is going to snow.

Guan Xiaojun walked out of the door, his whole body was cold, he shrank his head and walked around the backyard, and just turned the corner, he heard a faint cry.

After walking a few steps, I saw Hua Yuzhu, a white-faced young man, squatting in a corner of the courtyard, with a pile of paper ashes in front of him, as if he had just finished paying tribute to the deceased. At this time, he was holding a photo and kissing it, and finally put it on his chest, closed his eyes tightly, his body trembled vigorously, an expression that hit his soul came out of his face, and a soft cry came from his mouth.

Guan Xiaojun stood not far away, looking at the painful young man in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The person in the photo in his hand may be his wife, or his lover, or his daughter or son, but no matter what the identity is, something must have happened in this car accident and died in this strange area.

The car accident in the cold winter is coming, the violent corpse is in the wilderness, there is no grave to collect, such a tragic thing is not good, if you empathize with it, you will know how much pain it is.

"Woohoo, it hurts!"

The young man in front of him closed his eyes as if in a dream, "Thousands of mountains are high and the roads are far away, the rivers are deep, and the cold winter is full of moons, mourning the souls of the dead." ”

"Three years of love, hand in hand, I wanted to go back to the capital to see my mother, who knew that I was sad halfway!

In the cold wind, Hua Yuzhu's eyes couldn't help but cry, and his mouth opened and closed slightly, "Shoot Shuangfeiyan, beat a lover with a stick, swear an empty alliance, and laugh and laugh can't be heard......"

His voice was staccato and staccaly, as if he was singing, and he seemed to be crying, and the whole person was immersed in the emotion of extreme sadness, and his trembling voice sounded in this dilapidated courtyard, and then it was blown away by the cold wind and disappeared not far away.

This is the saddest and most heartbreaking scene Guan Xiaojun has ever seen, and this should be the deepest expression between lovers.

Until many years later, Guan Xiaojun still can't forget this scene.

It's just that although Hua Yuzhu is sad and painful, how many people can know?

His cries couldn't even be heard by the people who were eating breakfast in front of him!

The people at the bottom, sometimes even the sadness is deep and introverted and quiet, and it is difficult for people to know.

Because their voices are so quiet!