When Tang's mother and her party arrived at the train station, Li Qiran and Han Xun were already sitting in the waiting hall eating red bean cakes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the three people who were being checked by security, Li Qiran ran over directly with his schoolbag on his back, bent down and put the red bean cake to Brother Li's mouth, and smiled: "Open your mouth." ”

Li Qizhao obediently opened his mouth and took a bite. The soft and glutinous crust is wrapped in a sticky and sweet filling, wrapped in heat and hugging the tip of the tongue, and then slowly spreading in the mouth.

Li Qiran handed Tang Zhu another red bean cake hidden in his pocket. Tang Shao took it dispensably, tore open the wrapping paper and took a bite.

Han Xun came over to help with the luggage. Mother Tang looked at Han Xun and smiled: "Thank you, Xiao Han, I have been bothering you to take care of us." ”

"Sister Tang, don't say that." Han Xun hooked the corners of his mouth and joked, "I should thank you for your willingness to take in me, a homeless Donggang native." ”

Li Qiran ran behind Tang's mother and pushed it with a smile: "Let's go, let's go, the train will arrive at the station in a while." We managed to get a spot! ”

Tang didn't have many things, only a duffel bag; Li Qiran was a little more, a medium-sized suitcase, a large handbag and a schoolbag when she came, and Tang's mother made up a handbag.

Avoiding the peak period of the Lantern Festival, there are fewer people in the waiting hall than the Spring Festival, I don't know how much. Tang's mother carefully looked at the train timetable, and cautiously checked the clock in the station, before sitting down with relief.

Han Xun looked at it and smiled, and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water: "Sister Tang cares about the children very much." "She is a very good woman who is gentle, kind, considerate and intelligent, and protected by her family.

Tang's mother was originally frowning a little sadly, but her expression softened when she heard the words: "The child is not worrying, and he is so far away. If something happens, we can't reach it, and they'll have to carry it themselves. We can only care more about such small things. ”

Han Xun paused, only to feel that his heart was stung.

The submerged, sticky, age-old aches and resentments seem to creep in.

"Mom, don't say that," Li Qiran hurriedly comforted, "I'm just going to study, what can I do!" Tang's mother looked at her daughter who was throwing a diagonal braid, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

"Li Qiran, your face is not very good." Tang took a look at Tang's mother, turned his head and said to Li Qiran, "You go to the window to breathe." ”

Geng Zhigirl Li was puzzled: "What's wrong with my face?" "Eating a red bean cake is so radiant.

President Tang's tone was determined: "It's not good, go." ”

Han Xun was shocked by this kind of 'I say you have it, you have it, you will have it' language style: Tut-tut, look at this young man's cross-cutting ability to refer to the deer as a horse, someone will listen to the ghost, okay?

Li Qiran sighed, took Tang's mother's arm, and walked straight to the window.

・・・・・・Mom, there really are ghosts. Han Xun lowered his head and quietly covered the right side of his face with a faint pain.

The blue air of the early morning gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm beige sun, which became softer and softer after the glass inspection. Mother Tang pushed open a gap in the window, turned around and suddenly spoke: "Ran Ran still remember the soup song I memorized when I was a child?" ”

Li Qiran silently recited in his heart and affirmed: "Of course." "The Li family's cub enlightenment is not a three-character scripture disciple rule, but has always been a relatively difficult soup song, starting from the age of five with his grandmother, every year before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner to recite together.

Li Qiran's two siblings did not grow up with their grandmother since they were children, and they did not escape the annual burden since their mother's enlightenment.

"Did you show the box that your grandmother gave you last time?" Tang's mother asked.

"Nope." The object that looked very old was carefully put away and left untouched.

Mother Tang sighed and frowned slightly: "I originally thought it would be like this, but in the end, your grandmother and I didn't expect ・・・・・・ end up handing it over to you," Mother Tang said and smiled slightly, "Your grandmother must be very happy to have a successor." ”

Li Qiran was a little frightened: Is this the rhythm of inheritance? I've never seen this copy in my life!

"Your father's current identity is more eye-catching, and my mother also hopes to give you a way out by handing it over to you," Tang's mother looked at her silly daughter with a smile, "The family with the smallest number of people and the longest inheritance in the acupuncture and moxibustion family in the Chinese medicine industry is surnamed Tang." ”

Li Qiran's eyelids jumped, and he felt a little apprehensive: the least number of people does not know, but it is known as the longest-lasting acupuncture family, and his surname ・・・・・・ Han in his last life.

"Mom and grandma were exiled to a foreign land because they were victimized by adulterers," Tang's mother briefly summarized, quickly avoiding this topic, "Grandma is the last acupuncture master of the Tang family, and my mother has been studying with my grandmother since she was five years old, and now I want to pass on acupuncture to the Tang family." ”

"Mom, I'm so old, will I ・・・・・・" Li Qiran hesitated.

Tang's mother interrupted her daughter, her tone was full of pride and confidence: "Ranran, the hands of the children of the Tang family were born to hold the golden needle. ”

Li Qiran was a little stunned.

[This is what a hand that should hold a gold needle] - the voice of the old man in my memory, far and near.

"Grandma left you the golden needle, which is to hand over the future of the Tang family's acupuncture to you," Tang's mother gently touched her daughter's head, "But Ran Ran don't have pressure, acupuncture is something to make herself and others better, and it is a gift that Grandma left to Xiao Ranran." ”

Li Qiran was a little moved.

I have lived two lives, I have lost my life, lost my love, and lost my future, and in the end, the most precious thing I left behind is this family affection. Grandma Li, who went north thousands of miles alone for her granddaughter, Li's father and Tang's mother who were trapped in the town all her life, Brother Li who gave up her dream for her sister, and Cousin Li's Uncle Li's family have consistent support・・・・・・

Defeated to the end, fortunately there is a family like this.

"When you go back, take the box that your grandmother gave you, go to grandma, and show her the box," Tang's mother took her daughter's hand, walked back slowly, and laughed, "Your grandma may not want her precious granddaughter to wade into this troubled water." ”

Li Qiran stuck out his tongue: "Then I'll pester grandma, grandma likes me anyway." ”

Tang's mother said that you are very good: "Don't worry, don't rush anything." Everything grandma does is for your good, you just need to wait slowly for grandma's decision, waiting for grandma to show you the best and most suitable path for us. ”

Li Qiran stopped and hugged Tang's mother: "I will, thank you, mother, thank you, grandmother." ”

Tang's mother slowly hugged her daughter, her eyes slightly red. The daughter's thin shoulders were open and wrapped around herself, reminding Tang's mother of that windy and snowy night, when the woman who had thousands of graces hugged her with trembling hands, and tears silently flowed from her peach blossom eyes.

"Ranran, you have to be good, the heavenly grandmother really, really loves you."

Mother, my mother who died young, your granddaughter has grown up. Do you see it in heaven?

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Tell a sad story [In his last life, Shen Yunhan hated the New Year the most. Because in the week before the Chinese New Year, he and Mrs. Shen Shao became speechless and extremely indifferent, only the endless cycle of soup songs brushed up on the sense of existence over and over again. #818李大姑娘临时抱佛脚的青葱岁月#]