"No, no, I've washed this garment for you."

"Thank you."

Qin Xin waved his hand in embarrassment, said "no, no", covered his head, kicked his little hooves and ran away quickly, Mom, it's so embarrassing, what will he think of me!

Tie Ming couldn't stop calling her, and watched Qin Xin run away. The blouse was blown by the wind and struck his arm again and again. Tie Ming saw that his clothes were washed up and down, and there was no yellow stain, which was really embarrassing for her.

How honored is it for a young lady to put down her body to clean up the house for herself, make supper for herself, and wash her clothes for herself, just because she is her teacher? Is it just because she's grateful for her hard work? Isn't that what a wife does to her husband?

When Tie Ming thought of this, he was full of excitement, could this little girl like me? Looking at her strange behavior in the past few days and the expression she just lay down in her clothes, ah, Qinxin, how can I accept this intention of yours?

We are in the same world, but in different dimensions. You have such a good family background, you should have a better future, and I am just an orphan, I don't dare, I dare not accept your affection. I'm afraid I can't afford it.

You see, there is always an invisible gully between us, and this gully is as long as ten years. Ten years is another stage of life, there are many, many possibilities, and many, many helpless.

Qinxin, you are still young, do you feel love now? Maybe it's just your favorite orange soda, a burst of excitement and joy brought by the bubbles rushing up.

At a coincidental moment, the seeds of love sprout, and you curiously explore this world full of flowers, and see the spring sun around you. You look forward to the arrival of your lover, to see this little bud, to smile at her, to water her with rain and dew...... The flower of love blooms in the hearts of the two.

It's a dream that every teenage girl has had. Some sweet, some sour, some bitter.

But I'm not the lover, I can't protect your true heart, I can't cultivate this flower of love, I can't ...... I'm just a passerby, passing by your flower-like country, looking at the window in the city, and I can only see you again.

Tie Ming returned to the small western-style building alone, lay down on the recliner, picked up a Chinese language textbook on the desk and fell into deep thought, and finally put the book back on the desk, closed the pages, stroked the cover, and seemed to mumble to Qin Xin:

I will teach you the knowledge of books, and I will tell you as much as possible about the truth of life. But love, don't talk to me about love. I can't teach you. Because how can we love each other, I don't want you to regret or suffer, we are destined to be day and night, forever in rotation, but not communion.

Tie Ming looked at the clouds outside the window sadly, looking at the thread leaking out of the clouds, how beautiful and bright, but the colorful clouds gathered and scattered, and the clear light was difficult to last.

Such sad and pessimistic emotions all stem from the painful life experience of the seven-year-old. Memories pull back more than twenty years.

It was still childhood, my parents went out to pull goods, the road was steep in the dark, my mother accidentally fell down the valley, my father went to pull her, but they were pulled down together, and in the end neither of them came up again. Tie Ming was only seven years old that year, and on the day of the accident, he slept at his aunt's house.

Before the little boy had time to enjoy the love of his parents, he had to endure the pain of his parents' death, and this boy saw the truth of the world too early

Phase, family affection and friendship have changed after he lost his parents. People who knew and people who didn't know came to see the excitement on the day he held the portrait of his parents.

Tie Ming clearly heard an aunt sighing that he was in danger of killing his parents, and saw the old grandmother pulling her little grandson like a plague to avoid him, an unlucky little ghost...... Hot tears flowed through the child's immature face, dripping his bitter childhood one by one, and gathering into a sad stream.

Biting his lips and holding back his tears, Tie Ming held the portraits of his parents tightly, shuttled through the long legs of the adults step by step, and walked silently in their pointing and whispering, his small back bearing the weight that should not be borne at this age.

"His uncle, let's see if we can bring this child back to be raised."

Aunt Tie Ming looked pitifully at Tie Ming, who was kneeling in front of the statue, and said to her husband tentatively.

"You want us to raise this little star? Do you remember what your last name was? ”

Uncle Tie Ming angrily rejected his wife's request, hooked down to look at Tie Ming who was kneeling on the ground, but was viciously shot back by a pair of red eyes.

"Hey, this kid glared at me, you stared, you stared again, look at your dead father jumping out of the wolf valley and beating me!"

"Oh, his uncle, you still scold him, the child just lost his parents, sad!"

"My Song family lacks a son, and I won't raise a little evil star, don't pull me, I just don't have anyone to send it to the end, and I don't want to be killed by this boy with a foreign surname."

His aunt was pulling at his uncle, and his uncle was still scolding his little nephew who was kneeling on the ground and motionless, for the sharp look just now, it was even worse than a loud slap.

Hey, this child has a hard life, he has no parents at a young age, his grandparents are long gone, and he only has a son and a daughter, he doesn't even have an uncle and uncle, and his grandparents are all snobs.

In the first few years, when his family was doing well, his brothers and sisters made a lot of benefits, but then it didn't work, his father lost money in business, and he could only earn a few sweet potato porridge money by pulling goods.

Now that his parents are dead again, and his relatives are all watching the excitement, who is willing to lend a hand to help this child? His aunt is a kind-hearted person, but she doesn't dare to disobey her in charge, looking at Xiao Tieming and feeling sad, she can only close her eyes and act as if she can't see it.

Tie Ming's cousin Shuanggui ran out of the chaotic room, and when she saw her cousin kneeling on the ground, she had been keeping a watch for her parents for a long time, and she felt sorry for him kneeling so hard that her knees hurt, and she walked over to him and said to him:

"Tie Ming, don't kneel anymore, okay, let's go in and eat."

This twelve-year-old girl is as gentle and considerate as her mother, she sympathizes with her cousin's plight, and she has been a human being since she was a child, and her cousin was her best playmate in childhood. The two go to school together and play games together.

How beautiful the life of childhood is, my father taught me, and my mother loved herself. Why all this comes and goes like the waves. An accident, my father and mother are gone forever. Thinking of this, Tie Ming cried "humly", and the cousin Shuanggui beside him hugged him and comforted him:

"Don't cry, Tie Ming, there's a cousin here."

Shuanggui's mother came to pull her daughter away, but Shuanggui refused, but persuaded her mother to bring her cousin to the house. Her mother bowed her head and was silent, and looked at her head again, Shuanggui's father looked impatient, strode forward, grabbed his daughter's little arm with his big hand and was about to pull her away:

"I don't, I don't."

"You damn girl, will you go?"

"Her father, her father, don't pull the child, your hands are so big."

Shuanggui's father let go of his hand, Shuanggui hugged Tie Ming tightly, and said to her parents with tears:

"Father, mother, I want a brother, I want a brother. Tie Ming is so young, how can he live without his uncle and aunt! Uncle said that Shuanggui is his daughter, Tie Ming has meat to eat, and Shuanggui has meat to eat. Tie Ming has new clothes, and Shuanggui has new clothes. Poor Tie Ming has no uncle and aunt, Shuanggui still has a father and a mother......"

Shuanggui's mother was told to her heart by her daughter: her brother is a good person, why doesn't he have a good reward? The little nephew is so pitiful. The kind-hearted woman wiped her tears and whispered to her as a housekeeper. Shuanggui's father changed the scary appearance just now, and said to his wife softly:

"My daughter said that, if I don't agree to help my eldest brother raise my little nephew, am I still human?"

Shuanggui smiled and hugged Tie Ming happily, and Tie Ming finally stopped being depressed. Shuanggui Dad pointed at Tie Ming and said:

"Tie Ming, your uncle and I will only raise you until you are fifteen years old, and you will earn your own life in the future. Your cousin is getting married at the age of fifteen, and it's none of our family's business for you to marry a wife. ”

Shuanggui Niang pestled her man:

"What do you say, sooner or later!"

"You, you really want me to raise a 'son' with a foreign surname!"

"Tie Ming is always the only seedling of my old Li family!"

"Come on, the daughter of your old Li family is not raised by me, and you still have to drag a little plum to eat me!"

Shuanggui Niang was afraid that Tie Ming would feel uncomfortable listening to it, so she didn't continue to reason with her man.

Tie Ming snuggled in the arms of his cousin Shuanggui, and he could hear it clearly and clearly. The seven-year-old boy was filled with his heart overnight: his father and mother were dead, and his kind cousin interceded for him.

My uncle's family took him in, changed his name to Yi, and since then he has been called Song Tieming. The seven-year-old boy doesn't yet know if it's a blessing or a misfortune. The child's happiness came to an abrupt end at the age of seven, and his face was full of undeserved maturity.

That night, Tie Ming moved into his uncle's house. At night, he was wearing an oil lamp and drawing a portrait of his father and mother, and every stroke became a heavy thought. Shuanggui came in and brought a bowl of yellow croaker noodles to Tie Ming. Who noticed that Tie Ming's child didn't lose anything tonight, only Shuanggui, a careful and kind girl.

Shuanggui almost made his pickled yellow croaker for Tie Ming to eat, the fish meat is thin and soft like tofu, and the noodle soup is hot, delicious and mellow.

Tie Ming took a bite, pursed his mouth, and didn't let the tears drip into the bowl, he chewed the yellow croaker one bite at a time, and sent noodles to his mouth with a big mouthful, and ate a whole bowl of soup clean. This is really the most delicious noodle in the world, and in the future, Tie Ming has eaten yellow croaker noodles made by different people in different places, but they are not as intriguing as the one made by Cousin Shuanggui that night.

Shuanggui looked at Tie Ming, who was only twelve years old, afraid that after he got married, his father would bully him, and he dragged Tie Ming until he was fifteen years old, and he was able to support himself, and he was past the most "selling price" age.

The sooner a girl in the countryside gets married, the more dowry her in-laws will have......