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In the next ten years, the life of Zhong Shulin and his wife was a pot of Chinese cabbage lacking salt and vinegar, and they couldn't boil a little taste.

One evening, Zhong Shulin came home more than half an hour earlier than usual, which caught Li Chunhua off guard, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to make dinner. After Zhong Shulin entered the house, he changed his habit of sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper after putting down his briefcase, but while helping Li Chunhua put the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, he said excitedly: "I heard from the comrades of the Civil Affairs Bureau that a group of children were transferred from the south in the orphanage. Why don't we take one and raise it at home? ”

Hearing this, Li Chunhua stood at the door with the steaming steamed buns that had just come out of the pot, and after a while, she whispered: "You can decide, as long as you like it." ”

Early the next morning, Zhong Shulin rode a bicycle and drove Li Chunhua to the orphanage. When they pushed the door open with the dean, they were just in time for the children to have breakfast. Li Chunhua fell in love with Zhong Shan from more than a dozen children of different sizes at a glance. Of course, at that time, he was not called Zhong Shan, and there was an Arabic numeral "9" sewn into the corner of his floral cloth jacket, and the nursery staff called him "Little Jiu'er".

The dean said that Xiao Jiu'er and their children are very pitiful, and their parents must have been extremely hungry, so they ruthlessly abandoned them in the big cities in the south, and even if they were looking for a way to live, after several tosses, these children fell to our northern city like dandelion seeds.

Xiao Jiu'er was holding a machete steamed bun with two small hands at this time, and he was eating it fragrantly, but he just raised his head and glanced at the visitor, and ate his steamed bun intently. Just this look up suddenly woke up Li Chunhua's motherhood that had been sleeping for more than ten years, as if this little life had grown from her thin body, and it had already begun to conceive on the night when she was shivering in the Zhong family's firewood and haystack, or the night when she endured the heart-rending pain in the night of the candles in her cave room.

Xiao Jiu'er devoured all the steamed buns in her hand, and sat on the small table to watch the other children eat. Li Chunhua couldn't help but step forward and pick him up. The little guy sat in Li Chunhua's arms, very docile, not crying or making trouble, just grabbing the buttons on Li Chunhua's clothes with his little hands and playing, his short pale yellow plush hair rubbed against her chin, his face was scratching, and his heart was itchy. She subconsciously hugged the child tightly, as if she was afraid that he would be lost or snatched away by someone.

Zhong Shulin touched Xiao Jiu'er's head, smiled and said, "Are you optimistic about this one?"

Li Chunhua's eyes lit up and nodded again and again.

Zhong Shulin got on the bicycle, and Li Chunhua was hunched on the back seat of the bicycle, and Li Chunhua was holding a little boy in her arms. The bicycle walked in the spring breeze, and the two of them were also full of spring breeze, and their hearts were full of joy, and they felt that the pedestrians on the street were casting envious glances at them: Look, what a happy family of three this is!

The two happily took the child home, which was very rare. Zhong Shulin named the child Zhong Shan, he likes the poem "Zhongshan Wind and rain rises yellow", that is the era of his passion and song, he dreamed of having a son named Zhong Shan, has dreamed for more than ten years.

The arrival of a small life brought infinite vitality to the three small bungalows of the Zhong family. In those years, Zhong Shulin was in a hurry to get home after work, humming a cheerful little song in his mouth, and the bicycle pedaled under his feet. He had to buy his son biscuits and fruits before the department store at the corner of the street closed, or the little one would be upset and wrap his father's artificial leather around the kang.

When other people's children eat sorghum rice cereal and corn cereal, Zhongshan eats high-dry powder milk powder with condensed milk. Zhongshan's biscuits and candy bars are constant, and there are other children who have never even seen Shanghai White Rabbit toffee.