Yan Xiao left, and I lived in Wang Baocai's house. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the gray and empty sky, pedestrians on the road wrapped themselves in heavy clothes and walked home with New Year's goods. They talked and laughed all the way, and at this moment their family must have the happiness of reunion, and their family is waiting for them. A cold wind blew, blowing off a few decayed branches and falling down.

After the strong wind, it snowed.

In the winter of this year, Yan Xiao did not come back. Yes, grandma is gone, and he has no relatives. He, why did he come back?

"Lang, you Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang......" Wang Baocai finished playing cards, took a black hat, and walked back along the path. He rarely had such a happy expression, and he looked like he had won money.

Snowflakes drifted in through the window, and I squinted at it all.

There was my mother's voice outside the door, and I knew she was busy in the kitchen, and there was a hint of joy in her tone: "Doll, are you done with your homework?" Dad is back, hurry up and come out to eat. ”

Although, I never called her mom, and I never called that man dad. But she insisted on calling herself my mother every time, whether at school, at a neighbor's place, or a random stranger. The people she talks to will point fingers at her in front of her and even make fun of her. She never cared, this woman, I don't understand......

"Got it."

I replied, casually touching a handful of snowflakes on my face, they melted in my palms and cheeks, and a little coldness passed through my fingertips to my heart. I don't know how long my mother's little happiness will last. I don't know if she will be like other women in the village, chasing men to fight and kill, and then crying and hanging herself to die, either to break up in two, or to end later.

I don't know if she really knew, or if she kept pretending not to。。。。。。

Everyone says she burns out her brain, but I think she's never stupid.

With both hands, the two windows were closed in the middle and the latches were inserted. Wind and snow, just like that, were kept out.

I turned and went out the door.

Today, it's Chinese New Year's Eve.

A day of family reunion, grandma has been gone for a year and a half.

Wang Baocai set off firecrackers outside the yard, and my mother burned New Year's paper in the house, and the couplets were pasted with paste in the afternoon. After the ceremony, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner began.

Wang Baocai sat on the upper seat, drank two glasses of wine, smiled and took out a stack of paper tickets from his arms, and threw them on the table. "Doll, look, Daddy has won again!"

Hearing him call my name and call himself Daddy, I felt a sense of nausea, but I stared at the TV on the table, eating mechanically, pretending not to hear.

Wang Baocai saw that I didn't speak, so he crossed one leg and put it on the stool next to him, and for a while, the two chopsticks crackled on the table.

"Doll, didn't you hear Daddy talking to you?"

A wave of anger rushed to my heart, I glanced at my mother diagonally opposite, endured it, and said coldly: "My name is Yan Yan." ”

Wang Baocai laughed and said mockingly: "Okay, Yan Yan, do you still think that Yan Xiao's kid is your father?" What's the matter, if you study well, you will look down on Lao Tzu, right? Don't even let your name be called? In the end, he threw his chopsticks the table and kicked the stool I was sitting on, and I fell to the ground with the bowl in a cold manner.

My bowl, shattered on the concrete floor, made a screeching sound.

In the countryside, on Chinese New Year's Eve, it is very unlucky to break things. Of course, this also angered Wang Baocai, who took out a flat pole from behind the door and struck me on the back, scolding as he scolded.

"Make you proud! Let you be the same as Yan Xiao! Let you look down on me, what kind of goods are you Yan family! ”

I stood there, not hiding, barely having any expression on my face. Mom screamed in fright, went up and hugged his arm, he glanced at my blank expression, and then stopped. Wang Baocai threw away the flat shoulder, kicked open the door, and he went to play cards again.

I bit my lip, still staring at the TV, and my mom came over to touch me, so I took a few steps to the side and dodged it.

There was a clear hurt look on her face, as if it was her and not me who was beaten.

"Does it hurt?" She looked at me cautiously.

"It's fine." I squatted down in a light tone, picking up the broken pieces of bowls on the ground one by one.

Mom stood aside and watched me sigh until I had finished picking up the last piece.

I was going to help her wash the dishes, she didn't agree, she asked me to watch TV. I nodded, came out of the kitchen, and out the door, a strong wind poured into the snowflakes and I swallowed a cold breath. My heart is a wow. After standing for a while, he followed the path behind the house and walked straight ahead. The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and the fields are already covered with a thick layer of white. I walked blankly for a while, and finally got farther and farther away from the sound and excitement. I squatted in one place, picked up a dead branch and pulled it on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! A few times, and the sky not far away was lit up with fireworks. I could faintly hear the children's cheers of joy, and I seemed to hear the adults stopping the children from setting off the artillery. Listening to this, my heart was agitated, and when I threw away the branches and stood up, I realized that I had written four words over and over again in the snow: Daddy, Mommy.

These four words seemed to drain all my strength at once, I could no longer walk half a step, I squatted in the snow, held my face, and cried.

In this world, why do everyone else have a mom and dad? And I didn't?

I don't have any weird sickness in me, I don't understand, why don't they, want me? Why did they throw me in a welfare home? Is it because you are poor? It's okay for me to only eat one bowl of rice a day, I don't need to eat vegetables, so can't I be supported? Even though they abandoned me, I still miss them. Especially now, more than ever. As long as they take me home, I don't blame them for anything. I just need my own mom and dad, I will study hard, and when I grow up, I will be good to them. But why, they just didn't come to me?! My Mom and Dad。。。。。。

I even thought bitterly in my heart, are they already dead?!

Instantly, I was taken aback by the idea, no. They won't die, they must still be alive in this world. They must be thinking about me too, they must be somewhere, they must have a last resort.

Perhaps, that kind of last resort, I can't understand as a child.

So? Mom and Dad, I'm going to find you!

I'll be sure to find you!

Drying away my tears, I walked slowly back along the path, and I walked for more than ten minutes, probably until the wind and snow completely covered the traces of crying on my face.

When I got to the door, I saw my mother standing under the dim street lamp, looking in the direction I was coming back.