My conflict with the woman began in the winter shortly after she entered the door, and everything seemed to be doomed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She hung the smoked cured meat with a bamboo pole on the wire under the eaves, I looked at her big belly, and asked for a while: "Mom, when will my little sister be born?"

Then, before I could take my attention off her bulging belly, she lowered the bamboo pole in her hand and gave me a slap, the crunch sound of which was particularly harsh throughout the quiet yard.

My cry, like an air raid siren in September, broke the peace of the courtyard without warning, startled the sparrows sleeping under the eaves, and broke the quiet and peaceful sleep of the people.

My mother ignored me and went straight back to the house. I felt that this inexplicable slap was a great shame for my fashionable and immature life, and I sat on the ground and cried all the time.

The people in the next yard came to take a look, and then turned out, and at that time, the cries of children were so common to adults that they could not understand the indignation in my heart at that time.

Later, the old man who was obsessed with antiques came out lazily, pulled me up who was sitting on the ground and cried, and coaxed: "Qiu'er doesn't cry, the girl's family, it's ugly if you cry." "Girls have a love for beauty, and after listening to it at that time, I did stop crying, closed my mouth tightly, but I still couldn't stop whimpering.

Finally, feeling sad and over, Jingxi dragged his luggage into the yard, saw my crying face, came over and stuffed a handful of colorful candies into my pocket, without any words.

The old man took the luggage and led Jingxi back to the house, and I wiped the tears on my face with my sleeve, and the courtyard became quiet again.

In the evening, when my father returned, my mother glared at me at the dinner table and complained to him about how my crying during the day had disturbed her tranquility. I buried my head and picked up my food silently, and my father snorted softly and slapped me off my head. My face was slapped almost buried in the bowl, and when I looked up, my face was still sticking to the grains of rice, and I was about to cry, when my father shouted fiercely, "Don't cry!"

Early the next morning, I asked my father, who was about to leave the house, why my mother beat me for no reason. He only said: "Qiu'er, mom, she likes her son, you can't say that she is pregnant with a little sister in the future, you know?"

I nodded my head in understanding, and in the days to come, I still don't know why my mother likes her son, so I can't let me say that about her. For the rest of the winter, I was still looking forward to the birth of my little sister.

As we approach the end of the year, there are two things that make me extremely happy.

First, at the tail of this winter, I have been looking forward to the birth of my little sister for a long time.

The mother gave birth to her at the very dawn of the day, and the first thing she did was to see her son, who had been born in great pain, and when she saw that it was a little sister, as I had said, she fainted.

The second thing is that Jingxi stayed behind to accompany his grandfather for the New Year. In the days when my mother was in labor, my father stayed with her in the hospital all day, and I sat alone on the stone steps, and he sat down beside me and watched the lead-gray sky darken.

At that time, my father always came back late, hurried back, got something, and hurried out again. I followed him, not knowing what to do or what he was looking for, but I just wanted him to look at me and know that I was still there.

But he never seemed to notice it, and went out in a hurry, and did not return again until the next morning. And for most of this time, I was mostly mixed with Jingxi.

He once dragged me to see his grandfather's collection of treasures, in a specially vacated room. The old man was very fond of antiques, especially porcelain, and after the precipitation of the old time, those porcelain vases still maintained that beautiful luster.

The wooden shelves by the windows of the huts are filled with porcelain, vases, pen holders, tea bowls, and painted porcelain plates...... Arrange it on top in an orderly manner. The patterns on the porcelain body are also varied, flowers and birds, pine trees, landscapes, or children, ladies, poets, newlyweds, or characters written in fonts that I don't recognize, each bottle is unique, and I often fantasize about the story painted in each porcelain bottle and am fascinated by this pile of things on the wooden shelf.

The old man was reluctant to let anyone touch his treasures, and I had to put my hands behind my back every time I looked at them. I told him that I liked the vine-painted vase the most, because the word "double happiness" on it resembled the closed door of my house.

When the old man heard this, he suddenly became generous, and said with a smile: "Okay, Qiu'er, when you get married in the future, grandpa will give it to you as a dowry." ”

Since then, the vase has been deeply seared in my mind, and I have always defined it as a gift that the old man had predetermined for me for the rest of my life.

When my mother stayed in the hospital, I had nothing to do all day, so I took Jingxi to the town to wander around. Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and the flaming Spring Festival and lanterns dress the town like a newly married girl.

Jingxi walked in front, and I followed and bounced behind, and he occasionally looked back to see if I was following and rarely spoke. We followed the crowd, huddled along the cobblestone path along the creek, and weaved through the winding corridor supported by faded lacquered log pillars and blue-black tiles, and I followed him closely, never separated.

The promenade shrouded in the festive atmosphere of the New Year, people along the riverside are hung with red lanterns, standing on the bridge and looking at it, like a long red dragon, perched on the side of the small river, reflected in the sparkling water. People in new clothes turned pale at it, and the atmosphere was very lively.

I once passed by, and I saw the wedding ceremony on this little river, and the bridegroom, dressed in a dark red robe and a big red flower tied with a silk ribbon on his chest, stood at the bow of the boat amid the sound of firecrackers, took the bride on the back of the bride, and went into the awning boat. The boatman shouted and rowed away, and the people on the shore cheered as they ran along the promenade after the boat. The black-clothed canoe with its red silk carried the hustle and bustle of the shore away, and disappeared into the corner of the creek. I thought that this was the only way to leave the town, and I was leaving, wearing the porcelain vase with the word double happiness that the old man had promised me, and Jingxi standing in the bow of the boat.

I suddenly thought of the enviable wedding scene, and pulled Jing Xi to blurt out suddenly: "Brother Jing Xi, will I marry you when I grow up in the future?"

Jingxi immediately blushed, and that look was better than the lanterns hanging in the corridor. After a long time, I realized what I had said without shame, and hurriedly covered it up: "No, no, I'm not ......" but I didn't know what to say in the second half of the sentence to retract what I just said.

(To be continued.) )