In the cold winter, the snow is falling, the biting cold wind sweeps the snowflakes all over the sky, flying and hovering in the air like goose feathers, the hills, forests, fields and villages, all seem to be dressed in a white plain dress, and any color in the world has disappeared, leaving only this monotonous and boring white.

Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, although the wind and snow are combined, and the sky is slowly darkening as the evening approaches, but the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger, a bean yellow light breaks through the white curtain and appears one after another, wisps of cooking smoke also rise one after another, floating left and right in the north wind like a light gray brush, making up the color for the boring nature again; The noise of children gradually became lively, and occasionally there were three or two crackers bursting, and the warm atmosphere of the family reunion for Chinese New Year's Eve slowly diluted the cold indifference.

In the dilapidated hut next to an old locust tree in Yanggezhuang, it was also full of joy, Yang Xi'er was sitting on the burning kang and was waiting for her father to come back to celebrate the New Year together...... I hope that my father will come home soon and have a happy New Year......"

Xi'er will be sixteen years old after the year, she died of dystocia as soon as she was born, these sixteen years, Daddy Yang Bailao sweated, a handful of tears Xi'er finally pulled up, Xi'er is his heart, his hope, his life, his everything! In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he also wanted to spend Chinese New Year's Eve with his daughters like other people's families, but a flood in October washed away five acres of wheat and three acres of sorghum, and the blood and sweat of hard work throughout the year instantly came to naught.

Xi'er carefully hinged the window grille, and from time to time peered out through the hole in the window paper, hoping to find her father's familiar figure on the path in front of the village. She was wearing a blue cotton jacket printed with small white flowers, and the thin black linen pants were changed from the pants left by her mother the year before last. Although she is only fifteen years old, the children of the poor are in charge of the house, and the long years of housework have made the body develop earlier than the girls of the same year, the white and red face is full of youthful atmosphere, and the pair of ** on the chest is slightly bulging to support the front of the padded jacket, making the clothes that are already not very fit feel even narrower; Her black hair is tied into a long braid and hangs down at the back of her head, and her two smooth calves are slender and slender, which sets off her round ass and eggs to be particularly sexy and attractive.

She held up the hinged two window flowers and gestured in front of the window, thinking about which window paper to paste on better: one is a brilliant and lush peony flower, with fat petals and large leaves, symbolizing the infinite longing for the beautiful future; One is a flower butterfly with wings fluttering, with a big character on it, which rhymes with the beautiful spring heart of a young girl and the desire to pursue a happy life.

Just as she was concentrating on gesturing up and down in front of the window, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind swept snowflakes into the house, "Daddy! Xi'er instinctively rushed out, and happily turned around to welcome her father, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, to return home. When she saw clearly that the person who came in turned out to be a sturdy young man, she shouted with joy: "It's you, Brother Dachun!" He hurriedly moved off the kang and picked up a small broom made of sorghum stalks next to him to meet him.

Xi'er closed the door while using a broom to pat the snow off Daharu's body. At this time, Da Chun, the protagonist Tang Ning, took off the white towel tied to his head, wiped the melted snow on his neck, looked Xi'er up and down, and said in his heart No wonder Huang Shiren wanted to snatch her away, the little girl looked like a real water spirit, and only after a while did she look into the house, and asked knowingly: "Hey, Uncle Yang hasn't come back yet?"

Xi'er put down the broom, scooped a bowl of hot soup on the stove in the corner of the house, and handed it to Dachun: "Let's go to the kang and drink a bowl of hot soup!" With such a heavy snowfall, I think it must be blocked by the difficulty of walking on the road, and I may be able to rush back when the snow is a little lighter. “

Tang Ning took two sips of hot soup, and the cold on his body suddenly drove away a lot, he took out a few steamed buns from his arms and put them on the low table of the kang noodles, and handed the small cloth bag he was carrying in his hand to Xi'er: "My mother said, it's the New Year, she asked me to bring this half bag of flour, saying that it's rare for your family to eat well all year round, so let's make some noodles and dumplings for the New Year!" “

Xi'er pushed the cloth bag back: "How embarrassing is this, your family is not rich......

Tang Ning took advantage of the situation to hold her hand: "Our two families are bitter gourds on a vine, can they still be counted so clearly?" Besides, we are a family after the New Year, and we can't starve my daughter-in-law! “

Xi'er blushed when she heard this, and said lightly: "People haven't passed your door yet, who is your daughter-in-law!" “

Although he said so, he took out a pair of good cloth shoes from under the mat and stuffed them into Da Chun's hand: "Give." Sitting beside him, he hung his head shyly, and his face was full of happy and sweet smiles.

In the past few years, if it weren't for Brother Da Chun's diligent completion of his own work and coming over to help, relying on Yang Bailao's old and frail body, those few acres of crops would have been able to grow so strongly. It seems that there will be a good harvest this year, not only can pay off the debt owed to Huang Shiren, but there is also some money left to improve his life, but who would have expected that a flood would wash away all hopes, and even the marriage promised to Da Chun's family last year does not know if it can be done this year.

Tang Ning picked up a steamed bun on the table and stuffed it into Xi'er's hand: "Let's eat something first, don't be hungry, wait for Uncle Yang to come back while eating." “

Xi'er took the steamed bun that still had Dachun's body temperature, and was reluctant to put it in her mouth for a long time, until Dachun urged it again, and then gently nibbled a small bite, and then handed the steamed bun to Dachun's mouth: "You can eat some too!" “

Da Chun leaned his head, but instead of biting the steamed bun, he grabbed Xi'er's hands and kissed it gently,

Xi'er didn't expect this, her face suddenly flew full of red glow, and she turned around shyly and wanted to leave on the kang, of course Da Chun would not let it go, and took advantage of the situation to hold Xi'er by the waist, and the lips that had just finished kissing the slender hand went to the face again. Xi'er was hugged by Da Chun like this, her body lost her center of gravity, and she also pushed the boat a little down, and fell back into Da Chun Kuan's arms. (The following one-hour plot can't be written here, otherwise it will be 100% blocked, and I still want a half-year award...... ）

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