"Let's eat." Xiaoqing brought a bowl of rice to everyone from the rice pot and brought it to the dining table.

Xiao Ding Ding was already so hungry that he couldn't stand it, he picked up the bowl and wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat, and looked at Feng Xian'er with his eyes.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat, you are a pig. What's the use of me giving birth to you two? If it weren't for you two, I'd be gone. Feng Xian'er reached out to twist Xiao Dingding's face, but Xiao Ding Ding didn't dare to dodge, grinning and enduring the pain, not daring to cry.

"Mom, I'm in pain." Little Ding Ding said with tears in his eyes.

"I still know the pain, I thought you were a pig, I didn't know anything." Feng Xian'er's hand added another point of strength. Little Ding Ding finally couldn't help crying.

"Don't eat it, eat a fart!" Feng Xian'er got up and left the dinner table and went back to her room.

A bruise appeared on Xiao Dingding's face where it had been twisted by Feng Xian'er.

"Let's eat, little Dingding, don't blame your mother, she feels uncomfortable." Wang Silin said in a choked voice, and put a piece of meat in the small Ding Ding bowl. The meat for the New Year at home was sent by her daughter Haiying. Haiying is also afraid that if her sister-in-law leaves, the family will be scattered, and the old man will have to be taken care of by her in the end.

"Sister, what is divorce?" Xiao Ding Ding looked at Xiaoqing with tears in her eyes and asked, she was still very ignorant of these things when she was in the first grade of elementary school, but looking at her mother's fierce expression, she also knew that it was not a good thing.

"Eat, aren't you hungry? I can't stop you when you eat! Xiaoqing, who has always doted on Xiao Dingding, has also become fierce. She turned her back, tears dripping down her bowl.

Xiaoqing is in the third year of junior high school this year, nine years older than Xiao Ding Ding, and she treats Xiao Ding Ding like a little mother on weekdays. In such a family, Xiaoqing is much more mature than children of the same age.

Xiaoqing is always careful to maintain the stability of the house, although the home always makes her feel cold. She always wronged herself, and wanted to use her thin body and young heart to warm this home and make up for those loopholes. I always want to make up for this broken home.

But after all, she is too small, this home is too cold, there are too many holes, even if she exhausts herself, this home is always full of holes.

Now that Feng Xian'er said such words, Xiaoqing felt that she was really determined to leave, and she didn't want this home.

"Sister, you eat meat." Xiao Ding Ding didn't know why her sister was upset, whether she had said the wrong thing, she quickly sandwiched a piece of meat and put it in the Xiaoqing bowl, "Sister, don't you cry." I don't ask anything. I'm stupid, I'm just a little stupid pig. ”

Wang Silin listened to Xiao Dingding's words, and he could still eat, so he took a few bites and put down the bowl.

"Grandpa, I'll fetch water to wash your feet." Xiaoqing hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, brought hot water to Wang Silin, and when Wang Silin finished washing his feet, he helped him to the house.

"Xiaoqing, if you want to blame it, blame your dad for not being angry. Hey, my old thing is useless, and I still want you to serve it. Wang Silin looked at Xiaoqing, who was about as tall as himself, and couldn't help sighing.

"Grandpa, you sleep, I still have to feed the pigs and wash the dishes." Xiaoqing pulled the door for Wang Silin. She gently wiped away her tears, she knew that in this home, tears were useless. Although she also wanted to find a warm embrace and cry happily.

Xiao Ding Ding knew that Xiaoqing was unhappy, so he kept following her sister, watching her wash the dishes and feed the pigs. The small shadow silently overlaps in Xiaoqing's shadow, maybe the little guy knows that his sister's side is safe, and his sister's shadow will be warm.

"Little Tintin, wash your feet." Xiaoqing, who was busy with work, called hot water and asked Xiao Ding Ding to wash his feet.

The feet of the two children were put into the footbath, like four naughty little fish.

Little Ding Ding took his own foot to step on Xiaoqing's foot. The small feet have a unique tenderness for children.

Xiaoqing felt as if something warm was attached to the instep of her foot. Xiao Qing scratched the heart of Xiao Dingding's feet with her fingers, and Xiao Ding Ding giggled. When Xiaoqing took her hand away, her feet stepped on it again.

The sisters are happy to play such games. Such a game makes them forget about the unpleasantness of eating.

"Go to sleep." Xiaoqing stripped off Xiao Ding Ding and threw it into the quilt.

"Sister, cold, I want you to hold me." Little Tintin rolls around under the covers.

Xiaoqing stretched out his hand and slapped her: "Don't move, I'll catch a cold for a while." ”

The lights went out, and the room was as dark as the night sky outside.

"Little Tintin, does it hurt?" Xiaoqing touched Xiao Dingding's face.

"It hurts!" Xiao Ding Ding took a sip, "But sister, it doesn't hurt if you hold me." ”

"It's not productive." Xiaoqing said that he felt sour in his nose and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Sister, can you tell me a story?"

"Okay." Xiaoqing pondered for a while, "Shall I tell you about "Magic Pen Ma Liang"?" ”

Xiaoqing began to tell stories to Little Tintin. Little Tintin curled up quietly in her arms, with a warm snort, like a docile kitten.

"Sister, I want a magic pen too." Xiao Ding Ding listened to Xiaoqing's speech, and then said.

"Everyone wants it, you have to be lucky to meet the old fairy."

"Then I'll go and find it, the old immortals live in the mountains. Is it in Er'e Mountain? "When the weather is clear, standing in the corridor on the third floor of the school, you can see the remnants of the Longquan Mountains. The children will have some beautiful imagination of the mountain range that lies across the land of the river.

"What are you going to do here, you can't draw, you see that the paintings you draw are ugly."

"I'm learning slowly, I can draw a big house, I can draw a lot of beautiful clothes, and we will have new clothes to wear." A child's imagination is always so beautiful.

"Okay, let's wait until you learn to draw first." Xiaoqing felt that Xiao Dingding's idea was a little childish and ridiculous. It's good when I was a child, and I can be satisfied by my own imagination.

"Sister, when you get married, I will draw you a set of the most beautiful wedding dress in the world."

Xiao Dingding's words made Xiaoqing's heart warm. She hugged little Ding Ding tightly and whispered, "Sleep, sleep." ”

Xiao Ding Ding fell asleep in Xiaoqing's arms, and I don't know if she will meet the old fairy in her sleep, and whether she will get the magic pen.

Xiaoqing couldn't sleep.

It's the Chinese New Year, and Dad hasn't been back for five years. Dad left home that year and never came back. She couldn't even remember what her father looked like.

Xiaoqing is a big child, and she also knows those gossips about her mother Feng Xian'er. She had been worried that her mother would leave them.

Recently, she heard others say that Feng Xian'er is very close to a motorcycle runner in the county. It is said that the person who ran the motorcycle was a man who had just returned from re-education through labor.

Xiaoqing had seen that person. That time after school, in Fangjia Town, Xiaoqing saw Feng Xian'er sitting on a man's motorcycle. Feng Xian'er's hand tightly wrapped around the man's waist, so intimate.

Feng Xian'er saw Xiaoqing and asked the man to stop and asked Xiaoqing to go back on the motorcycle with her.

Xiaoqing felt uncomfortable when she saw the light in the bald man's eyes, and walked away without looking back.

The classmates who walked together said, "Why don't you walk with your parents?"

Xiaoqing glared at that classmate viciously, she wouldn't have such a father.

Xiaoqing hugged Xiao Dingding, who was already asleep, and tears flowed silently in the dark night.