"Flutter. Flutter. Sister, the dumplings are delicious.! ”

The two of them sat quietly at the table.

Xiangxiang held the bowl, and the food was called sweet, and the soup was drunk.

"Qin Mo. Qin Mo. Are you at home? ”

This Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is relatively late compared to other Qin Mo's family, but the sky is not completely dark, and looking out of the window, the sky is still a little blue.

Most of the families in the village are laughing and laughing tonight, even if it is in the family today, the loud laughter that keeps coming out of the window, Aunt Li is originally a person who does not smile.

Qin Mo thought of his own home, how is he doing now without his own parents...

The sadness of missing relatives welled up in my heart.

Through time and space, even Qinghui may not see the same...

It's really sad to think about it.

"Qin Mo. Qin Mo..."

As soon as she finished eating the dumplings in the bowl, the ginger pieces on the table had not had time to clean up, and Xiangxiang clumsily took the chopsticks and continued to play with the rotten dumplings in the bowl that she had picked out of the inner bowl.

Outside the door, there was a clear, slightly childish voice.

This voice, Qin Mo was stunned for a moment when he heard it, a little unfamiliar.

"Qin Mo. This is the rice bran that my mother asked me to bring, saying that it was for your sisters to eat, and there were not many at home, so my mother said that you should use it as much as possible.! ”

Qin Mo walked out and saw that the person who was talking to her was a boy who was almost fifteen or sixteen years old, saying that he was a child, in ancient times, twenty years old was a weak crown, and he had already tied his hair at the age of fifteen, standing in front of Qin Mo, it was really not small.

It's really a head higher than Qin Mo.

Dressed in a long blue-gray cloth coat, lined with a cotton jacket, wearing a sturdy one, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tall body.

When he called the word 'Qin Mo', his tone was obviously not very polite.

Qin Mo walked out like that and stood in front of him, although his momentum was not bad, but he was short in stature, so he disappeared a little.

Qin Mo wasn't quite used to the tone in which he called his name just now, but he knew that he might not be intentional, so he didn't plan to care.

Eyes were cast into a half-meter-long dustpan held in the man's hand.

On top is a thin layer of rice and bran mixed with rice and bran that has been ground and spread on a dustpan, referred to as rice bran.

It is the raw material of Qin Mogang's favorite nest head that Xiang Xiang just crossed over.

But Qin Mo is still strange about this now.

He just glanced at the dustpan without care, and then looked at the boy in front of him, and didn't intend to take it.

This Aunt Qin really deserves to be an old man, even if Qin Mo said that he didn't recognize his relatives, he still sent this rice bran.

And in order not to look ugly, and to feel sorry for his own things, he spread a thin layer on this dustpan.

It looks like a dustpan, but in fact, it's just a little bit of it.

But Qin Mo also knows the minds of these people, they have been busy all their lives, and that experience is spent on eating.

I don't care.

just said to this young man, this young man should be the eldest son of Aunt Qin at this age.

"Thank you for coming over so late, go back and tell the eldest aunt, we don't need this rice bran here, you can take it back and eat it yourself, we just need to save a little frugality, the eldest aunt has a lot of family and needs a lot of food." So, we're not welcome here. ”

It's not that Qin Mo is too little, it's that he really doesn't plan to ask for that thing.

I said that before just to make fun of Aunt Qin, who called her a profit-seeking philistine.

Although there are piles of such people in the real society, Qin Mo still doesn't like them in the end.

"This.!"

This man's tone was quite arrogant before, and when he heard that his mother meant to send things to the poor in the village, he felt a little superior, but he didn't expect that he would personally brave the cold wind and go away, and the things he sent over were abandoned by others, don't!

I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.

"Sister. Sister. What is it? ”

Originally, the fragrance of the dumplings that I ate raw in the back room may have been because I was half full, so I slipped off the bench in the house.

With two pigtails, he stepped on the new little red shoes he had bought last time and came out of the house.

So I stepped forward to see the freshness in front of the dustpan...

"Rice bran. Rice bran... But we don't need rice bran at home. ”

This rice bran, Xiangxiang saw it, and said it herself.

"Since my mother asked me to bring it here, I don't have any reason to take it back, you can put it in the house and eat it yourself, or throw it away, in short, it's none of my business, in short, between you, this son doesn't want to ask.!"

The young man's face also darkened, looking at Qin Mo's angry eyes, and his tone was quite impatient.

It is not easy for him to send things over in his Chinese New Year's Eve, who dares to call him lightly in ordinary times, except for his own father, he Qin Rui has never heard anyone's words, and this Qin Mo is just a little girl, he dares to bring him a shelf.

Scold! Because of these words, Qin Mo took a step back unconsciously, and he really had a good temper.

Whatever, since it's been sent, it's okay to take it, anyway, it's no loss for her, and she still pays it back...

It depends on what kind of moth this Aunt Qin wants to fix after the rice bran is sent.

"Okay, since the eldest brother has said so, Qin Mo is disrespectful if he refuses again.!"

With a smile on his face, Qin Mo forcibly suppressed his momentum just now, turned around and went to the house to get the guy who packed the things out, and then Qin Rui impatiently deflected his own dustpan and poured the bit of rice bran into it when Qin Mo was holding the dustpan in his hand.

Sure enough, what looked like a dustpan of rice bran actually fell down, and when you held it with your hand, there were only about two handfuls.

Qin Mo didn't bother to complain in his heart.

After receiving the rice bran, then Qin Rui naturally would not stop at the door of Qin Mo's house, and would rush back to eat Chinese New Year's Eve.

Some people look forward to this meal all year round.

And Qin Mo collected the two handfuls of rice bran and put them on the table, and the dumplings in the fragrant bowl were cold.

The chopsticks were still messing around inside, Qin Mo was sitting at the table alone, and for a while, there were countless feelings in his heart because of today's gift of rice bran.

I always wonder what this Aunt Qin is doing this...

*

The money for the dividends of the restaurant in the last month of the year-end was also taken, and the money saved in this hand for repairing the house was four taels more.

plus the remaining seventeen taels in the hand before, twenty-one taels are just right, waiting for this spring.

Qin Mo planned to burn the kiln and repair the house.