Three days later, the doctor did a comprehensive physical examination for Tong Qiaoxin and then approved her discharge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the weather approached winter, Tong Hui put on a khaki tweed coat for her daughter, which was a new dress she bought especially for her daughter.

Mr. Lee borrowed a van and took the mother and daughter back.

In the rental house, it was warm.

The stove was made in advance by the Li voters, and the chimneys were all connected. In a small room, it can be regarded as steaming.

Tong Hui looked at the clean and tidy hut, and her heart was moved.

During the time that her daughter was hospitalized, she didn't have any intention to clean up the house.

The day before, Li Electorate asked for the key to Tong Hui's house and cleaned the house inside and out.

Personally bought stoves, sold charcoal, and chimneys, and worked hard for a whole day, and the landlord's aunt also joked that Tong Hui had a good vision this time and found a good man, and Li Voter was a little embarrassed.

Tong Qiaoxin entered her cabin, she looked at the familiar scenes and objects in the room, and stroked the plush doll on the bed.

Tong Hui said in the outhouse: "Brother Li, I have troubled you a lot this time, how much money was spent yesterday, I will give you the money." ”

Voter Li touched the back of his head and said, "There is not much, there is no need to give." ”

Tong Hui took out 200 yuan and shoehorned it into Voter Li.

When Li Xuan's hand touched Tong Hui's fingers, his face turned red all of a sudden.

"I, I also bought some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, I, I'm going to go and return the car, go first. Take good care of your children. Li Xuanxuan stood at the door of Tong Qiaoxin's room and said, "Xin, I'll go back first, you take care of your illness at home, pay attention to your body, and don't let your mother worry too much." ”

Tong Qiaoxin stood up, sent Li Xuanxuan to the staircase, and watched his mother send him out of the red iron gate in the yard.

After a while, Tong Hui came upstairs.

"This time, thanks to your Uncle Li......" Tong Hui suddenly didn't know what to say when she said this.

She took a jug of cold water and placed it on the stove.

Tong Qiaoxin said to her mother, "I want to eat dumplings." ”

Tong Hui nodded and began to get busy.

Tong Qiaoxin returned to her cabin, and she sat on the bed.

She didn't dare to look at herself in the mirror, and even she felt that her current self was not herself at all, where did this ugliness come from.

She couldn't make her mother sad, she couldn't let her see her fears, in that case, she would be more worried.

By the way, she opened the bag she was carrying and found the broken horn comb.

Looking at it carefully, the small piece was in the palm of her hand.

Icy cold feeling.

Dad, old scalper, the memory is so clear.

The outhouse is the sound of Tong Hui chopping dumpling filling.

Tong Qiaoxin remembered something, she squatted down and pulled out the small wooden box under the bed.

This is the toolbox left by my father, and it contains all the things he used to use.

When she was a child, she clearly remembered that her father's hands were very skillful, and many gadgets were made by him.

The lifelike birds are carved from tree branches, and the small hairpins are also woven from colored plastic tubes......

The toolbox was opened, and there was a musty smell inside.

In the blue coarse cloth bag, there are three carving knives that my father used to have, three models: small, medium and large.

"Xinxin, what are you doing in the house?" Hearing a sound in the house, Tong Hui was very worried and opened the door curtain and came in.

"Mom, my daughter, what do you want to do?" Seeing the carving knife in her daughter's hand, she said, "What are you doing with the knife?" Don't you dare to do this, if you don't have it, what will your mother do?"

Tong Qiaoxin saw her mother's stunned expression, she smiled and said, "Mom, I'm looking for something, don't worry, I'm a dead person, and I won't be unable to think about it anymore." ”

Looking at her daughter's calm smiling face, Tong Hui still said uneasily: "This is your father's carving knife, the blade is sharp, don't you move, what should you do if you get hurt?"

Tong Qiaoxin put down the carving knife in his hand and said, "Mom, go cook, I'm hungry." Don't worry, I'm going to live well, and I'm going to live better than anyone else. ”

Tong Hui continued to cook her meal.

Tong Qiaoxin took off her coat, sat in front of the desk, and turned on the lamp.

The carving knife and grinding stone were placed one by one.

The little horn was transparent in the light.

Judging by the original shape of the fracture, it resembles the shape of a bull's head.

If you carve a bull's head, you can retain the maximum residue. Tong Qiaoxin didn't want to lose this treasure anymore, so she decided to make a pendant with horns from it, so that she could wear it on her body forever.

Qiao Haisheng is a cow, which can be regarded as his father's physiognomy, and I hope that her father's spirit in the sky can bless her from any more harm.

Tong Qiaoxin, who has good art skills, has been exposed to her father's hand-carving since she was a child, so she got started quickly.

"Xinxin, it's time to eat. Lamb radish dumplings, come and eat. Tong Hui shouted to her daughter in the outhouse.

Tong Qiaoxin put down the object in her hand that was about to be completed, she smiled with satisfaction, and then walked out of the house.

Steaming dumplings were served.

Tong Qiaoxin beckoned her mother to sit down and eat together, and she prepared the vinegar sauce for her mother and put it in front of her mother.

Tong Hui knew that if she didn't eat first, her daughter would never move the chopsticks first.

She picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth: "It's delicious, I haven't cooked by myself for a long time, and this dish is still bought by your Uncle Li." ”

Suddenly, she had the illusion that Li Xuanxuan was also sitting at this small table, eating dumplings with her.

Tong Qiaoxin ate several, and the taste was delicious.

"Mom, next time I call Uncle Li over, let's treat him to a meal and thank him well. Tong Qiaoxin felt that for such a long time, she had not said thank you to others.

Tong Hui nodded and said, "Usually, your Uncle Li doesn't cook much, but in a few days, I'll invite him to our house." ”

After eating the dumplings, clean up and clean up.

Tong Hui looked at the futon on her daughter's bed, she was worried that it was not warm enough.

Tong Qiaoxin said: "Mom, it's okay, it's not cold in the house, you can go and rest early." ”

Tong Hui saw the unfinished objects on the desk, and she said, "You, like your father, always love to fiddle with these." Don't get too late, it's bad for your eyes. ”

Speaking of eyes, she noticed the scar on her daughter's face again, a little scary, twisted on her face.

There was a feeling of melancholy in my heart, how should my daughter face her life in the future?

Tong Qiaoxin subconsciously touched the scar on her face, she still pretended to be calm and said, "Mom, I won't stay up late, or what about the beautiful big eyes that you and my father gave me?"