Li Qiuping fried more than a dozen cakes, boiled a pot of thick and sticky rice porridge, opened the dipping jar, and fished out a long ball of cowpeas, salty, fresh and delicious, referring to the ginger is so tender that it does not need to be cut, it is torn directly, crisp and refreshing; The cabbage head is green and white, salty and spicy and appetizing, and then two drops of sesame oil squeezed in the oil mill, a small spoonful of chili, Chen Chuan can eat half a pot of rice porridge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After breakfast, Chen Chuan brought a stool, took scissors and a cleaned fertilizer bag and put it in the yard, Li Qiuping slowly walked over and sat down after washing the dishes - her current hair was cut by Chen Aiguo in the past, but now Chen Aiguo is not there, it is Chen Chuan who helps.

Chen Chuan brought a thermos of hot water, took a basin again, mixed a basin of hot water and put it, and put the fertilizer bag on Li Qiuping's body, wrapped a towel around her neck to prevent broken hair from sticking to her body, and after all the preparations were done, Li Qiuping obediently buried her head with Chen Chuan's hand, and waited for Chen Chuan to wash her hair first.

Chen Chuan's hair-cutting skills are actually not very good, but he is better than being careful and meticulous. Wash your hair gently and delicately, then pour hot water to rinse off the shampoo, quickly dry it with a dry towel hanging on the stool, and even if the preparation is all over, you can start cutting your hair.

Li Qiuping's hair is easy to cut, as long as it is simply cut. Chen Chuan used specially bought hair scissors to slowly cut off the hair that was too long between his fingers one by one, trying not to cut out the gaps, cutting two knives, and quickly combing twice to see if it was neat. He patiently clamped the strands of cut hair with clips, and used all his patience to cut a hairstyle for his mother that was not good-looking, but neat.

The original black hair gradually mixed with silver traces, Chen Chuan was silent, he remembered that when he was very young, when his sister Chen Zhaodi was still there, she was a lively and cheerful girl, she liked to laugh, her hands and feet were diligent, the biggest disadvantage was that her temper was too strong, once she angered her mother, Li Qiuping casually pulled a branch and hit her, and it was all "cowpea" marks, but she still didn't hear Zhao Di say convinced.

At that time, Li Qiuping was a very young woman. The hair is black, and the face is also good-looking, although she is often angry by her daughter, but when it comes to loving her daughter's heart, she is never less than half a point than people. Chen Chuan remembered that Li Qiuping often said that Zhao Di was too hard, this temper was unacceptable, and she would suffer a loss, and called her to change, but Zhao Di said that she was willing to not rely on others for the rest of her life, and she would be tough for a lifetime.

In the end, she really hardened her life and walked cleanly without hesitation.

That was all from years ago. Now Li Qiuping's once dark hair has also grown gray hair, and the fine lines on her face are getting more and more day by day. She grew confused, and slowly lost her memory, but even in the years when she was most ill, she still remembered her husband, her daughter, her son—her most important family.

No matter how happy or painful it was, no matter how much right and wrong there was at the time, no matter how important it was at the time, now these past strands have become a handful of withered hair, cut off mercilessly by time.

Chen Chuan finished cutting and patted off the hair stubble at hand, took a mirror to Li Qiuping, and asked her, "Do you think it looks good?" ”

Li Qiuping looked at the mirror seriously for a long time, and then gave Chen Chuan advice: "The front should be shorter, otherwise you will cover your eyes." ”

"That can't be too short." Chen Chuan listened to his mother's opinion, but he still couldn't help but say his opinion, "It's too short, it looks like it's very melon." ”

"Then don't cut it." Li Qiuping quickly withdrew the preface when she heard this, she believed her son's opinion very much: "Listen to you, listen to you, don't melon." ”

Obscured by the huge canopy, the overly bright sunlight was broken into patches of gold and poured down from the treetops, and the branches swayed gently with the wind, carrying a ripple of gold. The mother and son sat and stood together, chatting and laughing intimately under this tree that has witnessed the joys and sorrows of several generations of the Chen family, like a mother and son who can be seen everywhere in the world.

Chen Chuan cut the rest of his hair with two knives, then took prickly heat powder and patted it on Li Qiuping's neck to prevent broken hair from sticking to it, removed the towel, and took away the fertilizer bag. That's a thorough haircut.

He had to go back to school after lunch, and he hurried to check the dangerous goods at home - the pesticides were long gone, and now the neighbors helped to spray the vegetable fields; Li Qiuping used kitchen knives and scissors quite easily, although he wanted to put them away, but after all, this was a common item, so in the end he had to ignore it, and repeatedly told Li Qiuping not to touch it except for cooking. There's only so much he can do.

To put it mildly, if Li Qiuping really wanted to do something, even if Chen Chuan was at home, he couldn't stop it.

He did a lot of things in the morning, helping his mother cut her hair, weeding and fertilizing the vegetable patch, tidying up the house, shoveling the garbage piled up in the corner of the yard to the village garbage station, and then drying the sheets and quilts with Li Qiuping; Help make lunch. Going around and around, it was twelve o'clock after a while, and he hurriedly ate and put away his things, Chen Chuan easily persuaded Li Qiuping, who wanted to send him, to go to the station with his schoolbag on his back.

Then he walked halfway to realize that he hadn't touched a word of his homework assigned on Friday. Chen Chuan didn't even have the strength to smile bitterly, so he decided to get in the car and go to bed, go directly to the classroom to do his homework when he arrived at school, and then go back to the dormitory when he was done.

And this is just the beginning, from now to the next month, Chen Chuan will have to run to both the hospital and home; When Li Aiguo is discharged from the hospital, he can be a little more relaxed, but he must also go home every week to take care of his father and comfort his mother. As for himself, there was no way to take care of it.

He tried to forget a lot of things—the tuition fees that had not been paid until now, the expenses of the year ahead, and the cost of going to college, which was further and more unsolvable. In the deepest part of his heart, he asked himself, would it be better to do what he had in mind at the beginning?

But in fact, he didn't think much time - he was too tired and sleepy, and Chen Chuan basically slept on the two sections of the road back to the city and back to school.

On Sunday afternoon, when classes were not held, Song Jia took the opportunity to wash the clothes that had been piled up for two or three days, and then did the dormitory sanitation so-so-so - it was too hot, and he could only lower the hygiene standards when he moved and sweated—and he basically had no strength to do this. But Song Jia didn't want to sleep with a stinky sweat, so he had to take a shower first, and then couldn't wait to climb onto the bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head was on the pillow.

Not long after he lay down, Chen Chuan finally returned to the classroom. A self-study classmate greeted him, but he didn't have time to say anything, so he nodded hurriedly and quickly took out his workbook and sat down.

He buried his head and quickly devoted all his attention to the scroll, the ceiling fan above his head in the classroom creaking and turning, and all kinds of emotions floating faintly in the stuffy air. Some students secretly looked at Chen Chuan, and then lowered their voices and whispered.

"Chen Chuan actually took leave and didn't go to class on the weekend!"

And strangely enough, the teacher didn't say anything! Even the physics teacher, who hates the most in his mouth, didn't say much. ”

"If you had his grades, the teacher wouldn't say anything. Why did he go? Two days off? ”

"There's something going on at home...... The last time I went to the office, I happened to meet him coming out of the office, and I vaguely heard the head teacher say don't worry or anything. ”

"If it's true, it's too unlucky, it's a senior in high school......"

These conversations, which contain sympathy, malice, or other emotions, circulate in every corner of the classroom. The life of the third year of high school is really boring, and the students are already feeling the huge pressure before it has even begun, so it is enough for students to have something that has nothing to do with their studies, even if it is a tragedy for others, but for students, it is enough to adjust their current lives.

By the time Song Jia woke up, it was almost afternoon to night. He quickly got up, washed his face casually, and ran to the cafeteria to eat first. After a few bites, he suddenly realized that Chen Chuan had not returned to the dormitory now. Song Jia wanted to go back and take a look, but being late was imminent, so he could only hurry up and pray that Chen Chuan would not be late, and hurriedly ran towards the classroom.

Song Jia thought that his prayers were still very useful - the evidence was that by the time he ran to the classroom out of breath, Chen Chuan was already buried in his seat, and it seemed that he arrived at the classroom very early.

"Why don't you go back to the dormitory first when you go back to school?" Song Jia asked him with a little complaint, "I'm still waiting for you to do the dormitory plot together when you come back!" Have you forgotten that if the dormitory students are not up to standard, they will be publicly criticized by name? ”

Chen Chuan buried his head in his arm, and only after listening to Song Jia's words did he look up exhausted, "I'm sorry I forgot......" He rubbed his eyes, trying to sober himself up a little, this look looked like he hadn't slept for several days.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Song Jia looked Chen Chuan up and down suspiciously, "You shouldn't have been sleeping, right?" ”

"How can it be...... Chen Chuan said vaguely, "I just didn't sleep well." I was so busy at home that I didn't have time to do my homework, so I came in the afternoon and hurried to finish it all. ”

Song Jia almost admired him as a roommate. Then he immediately remembered that now was not the time to admire, didn't he decide to wait for Chen Chuan to come back and ask him what was going on with that application reply? But looking at the dark circles and heavy bags under Chen Chuan's face, Song Jia was a little hesitant - he really couldn't grasp how Chen Chuan would react.

In the end, before he could think about it thoroughly, the bell of class saved him. He flipped through his notebook and thought to himself, "Forget it, I'd better wait until I get back to the dormitory after class."

After all, this is Chen Chuan's private matter, no matter how good a friend is, no matter how close a classmate is, it is best not to cross that boundary. If Song Jia didn't understand this truth a few years ago, Song Jia now understands it, and stands out of the line cautiously, even if he wants to help his friends, but he won't cross that red line.

It can be said that it is a kind of growth, or it can be said that it is the beginning of the disappearance of something.