"Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, finally woke up!"

Before Li Jiaming could remember whose voice it was, a huge feeling of dizziness overwhelmed him like a tide.

I don't know how long I slept again, Li Jiaming finally slept enough, half-opened his eyes were the dazzling sunlight, and before he had time to think about it, he sat up with a spirit.

Oh no! I've overslept again, and my dad is still in the hospital!

Li Jiaming opened his eyes suddenly, went to the pillow with one hand to touch his glasses, and lifted the quilt on his body with the other.

What about glasses?

Li Jiaming's hands were empty, and when he just wanted to turn his head to look for it, he suddenly froze, and the two short and thin legs in front of him were like a basin of ice water on his head, splashing him cold from head to toe.

What's wrong? What's wrong with you?

"Brother, brother, are you awake?"

A scream of surprise came, and Li Jiaming turned his head in astonishment. A small and thin little one, with unkempt and yellow hair, a dirty face and a messy body, was trying to crawl onto the edge of the bed with a pair of small hands with black mud between his fingernails.

Brother?

Li Jiaming was shaken by the little dot who climbed onto the bed, and finally came back to his senses and looked around in shock. This room is familiar, with ravines on the dilapidated loess wall, a row of small red awards pasted in the center of the left wall, and the morning sun shines through the plastic-covered windows, illuminating the simple, dirty room with golden light.

"Brother, brother, how are you?"

Brother, Li Jiaming, who didn't wear glasses, squeezed out a smile at the dirty child, and looked hard at the eighth small award certificate seven or eight meters ago.

Li Jiaming: In the second semester of 1991, he was rated as a learning activist.

This is hereby issued as an encouragement.

Yinzitan Primary School, Chongxiang Town.

In 1991, Li Jiaming returned to Yinzitan Primary School?

Scenes of the past flashed in front of Li Jiaming's eyes like a movie. Looking at everything that was familiar and unfamiliar in front of him, and then turning his head to look at this dirty child with concern in his eyes, Li Jiaming suddenly felt sad and cried in his arms with his lost sister.

Tears wet Xiao Budian's face, and she turned her head to look at it happily, and saw her brother in tears, and hurriedly said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he was frightened by his sister, Li Jiaming hurriedly wiped away his tears and squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, the dust fell into my eyes." ”

"Oh, I'll blow it for you. ”

A warm wind blew into Li Jiaming's eyes, blowing soft and soft in his heart, this is his little sister!

"Alright, alright, blow it out. ”

"Oh"

The little sister stopped and said with concern: "Brother is alright?"

"Okay, what about yes (Dad)?"

"Yaye went up the mountain, and the wild boar spoiled our sweet potatoes. Brother, get up to eat, yes yes specially steamed egg paste for you. ”

"Oh", Li Jiaming put on the patched tattered pants and the old liberation shoes that were about to wear the bottom, and hugged the little sister off the bed, and almost fell on the side of the bed with a soft foot.

"Brother, go and eat, yes yes steamed egg paste for you."

The elder brother who had been asleep for a few days finally got better, and the little sister who was smiling happily didn't notice Li Jiaming's abnormality at all, holding his hand and laughing and screaming happily.

"Oh", Li Jiaming struggled to stand up straight, taking his little sister's hand and going to the kitchen.

Out of the hall, the little sister let go of her hand, trotted across the sunning valley, ran into the small kitchen covered with cedar bark, moved a chair to cushion her feet, pushed off the heavy lid of the pot, lay on the dark stove, and brought out the bowl of steamed egg custard from the still hot cauldron. The little sister carefully got down from the chair, put the warm vegetable bowl on the same black dining table, and took the chair to lie on the wooden rice retort and put a big bowl of shredded potato rice, which called Li Jiaming, who was standing at the kitchen door with red eyes, to eat.

"Brother, it's time to eat. ”

"Oh, brother washes his face first. ”

"Oh", the little sister was about to go under the eaves to help Li Jiaming fetch water, but he hugged her, "I'll come by myself." ”

"Ye Ye said that my brother is sick and wants me to take care of you. ”

"Brother is okay, brother will come by himself. ”

"Oh", the little sister tilted her head and looked at her brother, as if she had recovered from her illness except that her face was a little whiter and her voice was a little quieter.

There is a large clay pot under the eaves of the kitchen, and the clear spring water flows down the long bamboo tube, and flows into the ditch under the tank without passing the water tank, and the bright sunlight shines on the water surface with bursts of golden light.

Li Jiaming, whose legs were a little weak, held on to the loess wall at the base of the wall, slowly walked to the water tank, picked up his father's half-lost toothbrush from the wall and window lattice, squeezed a little toothpaste from the deflated toothpaste bottle to brush his teeth, and then took a patched towel from the bamboo pole, put it in the basin with tin patches and porcelain that had almost fallen off, and washed his face with some water, and then said to the curious little sister standing next to him: "Wenwen come here, brother will help you wash your face." ”

"I washed it in the morning"

"Brother will wash it for you again. ”

"Oh"

Li Jiaming poured the dirty water in the basin into the gutter, fetched some water, helped the little sister wipe off the dirty little face, and picked up the soap head on the window lattice to help her wash her black little hands, even in the nails where the dirt was hidden.

"Ming Yan, okay? Tut-tut, will you help your sister wash her hands? It's to wash her son, the eldest sister has only been gone for two or three days, and Sister Wen is pickled like a flower child!"

The rough and mocking female voice frightened the little sister's hand, and was caught by Li Jiaming again, continued to wash her nails, looked up at the middle-aged woman who was passing by with a potato vine outside the sunbathing valley, and thought for a few seconds before laughing: "Auntie, thank you for your trouble, I'm already fine." Auntie, did you go to turn over the potato vines so early?"

Li Jiaming's polite greeting made the usual aunt pause and be stunned, and only after a while did she look back at the two brothers and sisters under the eaves, and muttered, "This guy fell, didn't he break his brain, right?"

A few minutes later, Li Jiaming finally helped the little sister wash her hands and face, and led her to the kitchen to eat, who was happy again.

It is rare for poor families to see meat before the New Year's Festival, and the golden custard on the small dining table exudes an attractive aroma, which makes the little sister's throat move a few times, and also makes Li Jiaming's heart sour, and pulls the little sister who wants to go away, "Brother can't finish eating, help my brother eat a little." ”

"No, no, yes yes said that my brother slept for three days and wanted to make up for it. ”

"My brother is all right, what else do you need to make up? Be obedient and help my brother eat a little."

Li Jiaming grabbed the little sister who wanted to run away, took out the deputy chopsticks from the cupboard, divided half of the egg custard into the other rice bowl, and frightened: "My brother has slept for three days, and he can't eat too much at a time, otherwise he will be strangled to death." ”

The little sister stared at the egg custard in the rice bowl, swallowed her saliva, shook her head and said, "Then that, my brother will keep it for lunch." ”

"It's going to be bad, which time the mush will be saved for the next meal?"

Li Jiaming's lies deceived the young sister, and finally picked up the rice bowl and ate sweetly and satisfied.