Tomorrow is the weekend and there is no need to go to class, I have to find a way to find a trip to the community, she and her mother depend on each other, there are no relatives and friends who can help them, Xia Fanglian's illness can not be delayed any longer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I have the impression that Aunt Jiang, the director of the community, is a warm-hearted person, although her voice is a little louder, but she is still very good to their family, she was too withdrawn and stubborn in the past, and never thought of taking the initiative to find someone to help.

With a decision in her heart, she began to prepare for homework, looking at the newly battery-powered wall clock, the pointer pointed to nine o'clock, the sound of mahjong outside the window, the sound of TV came in clearly, she turned off the fluorescent lamp, only turned on a small table lamp, in the dim light, she picked up the pen and wrote "my family" uprightly.

My mom and I are the only two people in my house......

Looking at my mother's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, I am really happy at this moment......

I'm willing to switch back to my mother's health with one because I love her and have always loved her......

Writing and writing, she involuntarily shed tears, looking at the wet tears on the back of her hand, she couldn't react, why did she become so sentimental now?

Her writing is not good, she won't pile up those flowery rhetoric to achieve an essay, what she writes at the moment is just a flat and straightforward description of her family life, just because she let go of her feelings, and accidentally even she was moved.

The next day was the weekend, Xia Yao woke up very early, looked at the wall clock in a daze, it was only five o'clock, Xia Fanglian was still asleep, she got up lightly, and decided to go outside to move her muscles and bones.

After so many years of getting used to it, she is uncomfortable if she is inactive for a day, the space at home is too small, and it is possible to wake up Xia Fanglian, so it is better to go out and run two laps as soon as possible.

She went out barefoot and joined the huge old man and old lady morning exercise team, there are not many people in the courtyard for morning exercise, most of the old men and old ladies get up early to buy vegetables, and they don't care when they see her running barefoot all the way, the madman of the Xia family is famous in the compound.

The main reason why she chose to run barefoot is to save money, yesterday she ran a few laps and played basketball for a while, and the shoes were overwhelmed with glue, and today she ran a few laps, I'm afraid that the shoes will be scrapped, although the shoes are not expensive, but for her now, saving a penny is a penny, and there is often such training in the training camp.

Leaving the yard and getting to the road, her feet attracted countless people's side eyes, and the old men and women who exercised in the morning along the way were speculating whether this was a new way of morning exercise, and a few old men were even talking about how running barefoot was conducive to meridian activation, speeding up blood circulation, and had a miraculous effect on various geriatric diseases.

Xia Yao wanted to run ten kilometers and then go home to cook, but unfortunately her current physical condition could not support her to run so far, and those delicate feet had been ground out of blood blisters.

If you want to hurry, she can't reach it, and she didn't dare to force herself more, so she found a place to fight a set of punches, and went home.

When she opened the door, Xia Fanglian was sitting on the bed with her knees crossed, not knowing what she was thinking, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she was startled and stared at the door with a wary face.

"Mom, it's me."

"Xiao Yao is back." Xia Fanglian relaxed at this time, "Mom will cook for you." ”

"Mom, I'll just come."

"Xiao Yao, my mother can also cook." Xia Fanglian bit her lip and looked very pitiful, "Mom is not a waste. ”

"Of course my mother is not a wasted person," Xia Yao looked at her with a smile and said gently, "I just can't bear my mother's work, I want to cook for my mother, okay if my mother gives me this opportunity?" ”

"Why are you sweating all over your body?" Xia Fanglian looked at her in surprise, "I'm sweating so much on such a cold day, is it sick?" ”

"No, I just went out and ran two laps."

"Then why don't you go and change your wet clothes and be careful of catching a cold." Xia Fanglian said with a concerned face.

"Oh." Xia Yao responded, and also knew that for their family background, being sick was a luxury, so they hurriedly scrubbed the hot water left over from last night with cold water, and changed into dry and tidy clothes.

Over there, Xia Fanglian has already scooped up the rice and put it in the pot, it seems that she is relatively normal when she gets up every morning, except for being a little timid, her words and deeds are very normal, if only she could continue like this.

But no matter what, this is a good start, and it seems that there are few mothers in my memory who are in such a good state.

She secretly observed for a while, and decided not to disturb Xia Fanglian, who was busy in the kitchen, anyway, she was just watching here, and there was nothing big going on.

More than a dozen blood blisters were worn out on the soles of her feet, and a delicate little girl would have been crying for a long time, but she calmly found a needle and heated it with a lighter, and then picked up the blisters one by one.

"Xiao Yao, what's wrong?" Xia Fanglian looked at her feet with a shocked expression.

"I just went out for a run and grinded a few blisters out." Xia Yao laughed as he smeared iodine wine on the wound.

Xia Fanglian gasped, "It hurts, right?" ”

"Okay."

Xia Fanglian sat beside her, tears falling one by one, "Why don't you wear shoes?" Are you afraid of shoes? It's all mom who is not good ......."

What Xia Yao is most afraid of is that Xia Fanglian can't think of drilling the tip of the horns, which is the precursor of her every illness, so she hurriedly hugged Xia Fanglian and stared at her eyes firmly, "Mom, you are very good, you are the best mother, I don't wear shoes because I am afraid of spending shoes, it is because there are a few old men who say that running barefoot is good for the body." ”

After coaxing for a while, Xia Fanglian stopped her tears, but her eyes were not as clear as just now, and the whole person became a little silly, but fortunately, she did not continue to get sick, she sighed secretly, next time in front of Xia Fanglian, she must pay attention to her words and deeds, and must not stimulate her sensitive and fragile nerves again.

"Mom, let's eat." She took out the porridge cooked in the pot, let it cool to the right temperature, and brought it to Xia Fanglian.

"Oh." Xia Fanglian nodded and drank the white porridge obediently.

"Today is the weekend, I need to go to class, and I'll go to the vegetable market later, and then buy chicken drumsticks for my mother, okay?"

"Okay." Xia Fanglian nodded obediently.

"What else would Mommy want to eat?"

Xia Fanglian tilted her head and thought about it, then shook her head in confusion.

"Mom, I'll go to Aunt Jiang of the neighborhood committee later, can you go with me?"

"Aunt Jiang?" Xia Fanglian looked dazed.

"It's that chubby, loud aunt, I came to our house to see you last time, and she gave her that rice cooker." Xia Yao gestured.

She decided to talk to Xia Fanglian more in the future and try to let her move more, even if a normal person is locked up in a small room all the year round, her spirit will have problems, not to mention that Xia Fanglian's mental condition is not good, if she can, she also wants to take her out to contact the real world outside, treat her as a normal person, maybe it will be more helpful to her condition.

"I don't remember." Xia Fanglian shook her head, obviously not showing any interest in the outside world.

"Then I'll go by myself, are you good at home?" Xia Yao put away the dishes and chopsticks, squatted in front of Xia Fanglian and asked gently.

Xia Fanglian looked at her, with some grievances in her eyes, but she still said the word "good" softly.

Aunt Jiang of the neighborhood committee is about 50 years old, not tall, full of neutrality, her hair is permed into instant noodle rolls, neatly tied behind her head, but there are also a handful or two of naughty ones that fall in front of her forehead, which adds a bit of joy to her.

Aunt Jiang has been working in the neighborhood committee for decades, with a hearty and enthusiastic temperament, and she is also a middle-aged woman who loves gossip incomparably.

Of course, she was very familiar with such a famous family as the Xia family, so as soon as she saw Xia Yao, she greeted warmly, "Xia Yao, is there something wrong with coming to Auntie?" Does your grandfather have a letter there? How's your mom doing? ……”