Yang Guo raised his head, opened his mouth wide, chasing the white snowflakes falling in the air, every time he ate a piece, his heart was very happy, and then he opened his legs and continued to chase, running in circles in the yard, even if his little face and hands were red from the cold, he didn't care, he kept chasing, chasing, eating delicious food from the sky.

Suddenly, I heard a caring female voice full of tenderness behind me: "Come on, don't eat, you're going to have a bad stomach, come into the house." ”

Yang Guo didn't dare to disobey his mother's words, jumped up on the spot, swallowed the last piece of snow he could taste today, ran and jumped back to the house, and suddenly threw himself into Mu Nianci's arms, and said with a smile: "Mom, today's snow is sweet." ”

Mu Nianci gently patted the snow on his son's head, shoulders, and back, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, how can snow smell." He grabbed Yang Guo's cold hand and rubbed it in his palm, reproaching: "What if it freezes?" When the time comes, I will shout pain and itchiness, I don't care about you, look, my clothes are wet, go to the fire. As he spoke, his face was slightly gloomy.

Yang Guo stuck out his tongue and hurriedly squatted beside the brazier, because he was afraid that his mother would continue to nag, so he deliberately turned his back to his mother, and did not see the guilt flashing on Mu Nianci's face.

After a while, Yang Guo heard footsteps behind him, knew that his mother had come over, and turned around and grinned.

Mu Nianci smiled: "You know how to behave." He slowly sat down on a small stool with his chest on his shoulder, picked up the tongs and stirred the fire in the charcoal basin.

Yang Guo snatched the tongs and helped Mu Nianci fiddle the brazier.

Mu Nianci smiled: "Stinky boy." He sighed softly, touched Yang Guo's cheek with a rough calloused palm, and asked, "Who is this fighting with?" ”

Yang said: "The second dog at the head of the village." ”

Mu Nianci said: "Fortunately, it didn't break the phase, otherwise a good face would have been ruined." He coughed lightly twice, and then said, "And because of what?" ”

Yang Guo shook his head and looked down at the brazier.

Mu Nianci's heart moved, and he sighed: "Isn't it just two gossip, the mouth is on other people's faces, just say it, don't pay attention to it in the future." ”

Yang Guo sullenly "En".

The mother and son fell silent for a while, and suddenly, a gust of wind whirred by, blowing the charcoal fire under low pressure, sparks, and soot flew wildly.

Yang Guo hurriedly got up, closed the door panel, and moved a thick wooden stick to top the door latch.

Mu Nianci was already very sick, and suddenly he was blown by the cold wind, and he coughed again, and his voice was hoarse.

Yang said, "Mom, drink some water." ”

Mu Nianci nodded, her thin, sallow face was full of sorrow, she drank a few sips of water, straightened out her breath, and said, "Guo'er, it's my mother who is not good, so that you are always wronged outside." ”

Yang Guo shook his head and said: "No, Mom, I know they are lying, I know I have a father, but I just can't be angry, I walk well alone, and I don't want to deal with them, why do they provoke me, and say that I am a little white face born of an old white face." He looked up and asked, "Mom, what does the little white face mean?" ”

Mu Nianci was stunned, pursed his lips and said, "This is not a good thing, don't learn this." ”

Yang said: "Ergou's dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, so I know it's not a good word." Holding Mu Nianci's arm, he said: "Mom, I don't care if people scold me, but I can't let him scold my parents, I know it's not good to beat people, but."

If he dares to talk nonsense, I will kill him. ”

Mu Nianci's nose was sour, he gave the bowl in his hand to Yang Guo, and said softly: "Guo'er, go and put it away." After Yang Guo turned around, he blinked quickly, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Come on, come, perform the kung fu taught by your mother, and I'll see if you practice correctly." ”

Yang Guo let out an "oh", obediently practiced the few kung fu skills he had learned in front of Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci smiled: "Guo'er, you are so smart, you learned it so quickly." But he said in his heart: "It's a pity that my mother's time is short, and I don't have the strength to teach you anything else." Yang Lang, Yang Lang, your son's martial arts qualifications are a hundred times better than yours, if you have knowledge under the spring, you can bless him well, and you can be taught by a famous teacher in the future, get on the right path, be a good person, don't be as obsessed as you. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrapped around his neck, Mu Nianci's heart warmed, his back warmed, and he leaned back.

Yang Guo hugged his mother's head and asked, "Mom, do you miss your father again?" Every time I practice martial arts, you have to think about your daddy. ”

Mu Nianci loved Yang Kang deeply, never concealed it, and said with a smile: "Yes, I miss your father again, Guo'er, your eyebrows and eyes are very similar to your father, and they look more like you when you practice martial arts." After a pause, he said: "Your father's martial arts are very strong, much stronger than your mother." ”

Yang Guo asked: "Mom, you always say that your father's martial arts are good, since his martial arts are so good, how can he still be" The word "death" was absolutely unspeakable in front of Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci sighed: "Guo'er, the world is impermanent, the world outside is very chaotic, good martial arts are not necessarily a good thing, and bad martial arts are not necessarily a bad thing." ”

Yang Guo couldn't understand Mu Nianci's words, and said in his heart: "Why is it not a good thing to have high martial arts?" If I hadn't learned kung fu, I wouldn't have been able to teach Ergou a lesson", his heart moved, and he asked, "Mom, did my father let the family join forces to harm him." ”

Mu Nianci never said anything bad about Yang Kang in front of Yang Guo, and whenever he thought of it, he only said that Yang Kang was good to him, and he never mentioned other things, even the word "Yang Kang". Therefore, in Yang Guo's heart, Yang Kang, an anonymous father who has never appeared and only exists in his mother's mouth and dreams, is a good man with strong martial arts. Yang Guo always thought that since his father has high martial arts skills and is a good person, he must be a hero in the world, so that his father died early and was probably killed by those bad people.

Mu Nianci's eyes moved, shook his head and said: "No, your father died of illness, he is here" said and patted his heart, and continued: "Your father has an incurable disease here, and half of his heart is rotten, and no one can save him." He let out a long sigh as he spoke, and then said to Yang Guo: "Guo'er, you must always be vigilant, don't let your heart get sick, no one in this world can save your heart's disease, you know?" ”

Yang Guo heard that there was something in his mother's words, but he couldn't figure it out. He didn't want his mother to be upset, so he nodded in disbelief and said obediently, "Got it." ”

Mu Nianci nodded and said slowly: "Oh, it's all this time, come on, get up, mom will cook for you." ”

Yang said: "Mom, you rest, I can cook, I'll get it, you go and sit in the back room." Helped Mu Nianci to the back room, patted his clothes, shook his hands and said, "I will remember to wash my hands, don't worry." "Put down the rag curtains, press the corners well, and don't wait a moment to start a fire

The smoke and dust that came out of it drifted into the house.

The fire in the stove burned so much that one could not open his eyes, and his eyes turned black for a while.

Yang Guo's brain was dizzy from the smoke, his eyes were dizzy, and he said in his heart: "Anyway, I'll eat it alone, and it'll be cooked when it's cooked." He simply added a few big logs to it, ignored it, patted the coarse cloth clothes on his body, ran outside, and caught an old hen, the only living creature in the yard. Yang Guo thought about it, rubbed the old hen's neck, and muttered, "Don't worry, I won't eat you, I'll find you a good family later." "Crush the old hen in the basket.

Yang Guo stood in the courtyard and looked at it, walked to the vegetable garden, picked the clumps of green and lushy long-leaf spinach inside, smoked the golden dry straw, bundled the spinach into handfuls, and piled them in the shade.

After such a busy work, half an hour passed.

Yang Guo wiped the sweat from his head, looked up at the white sun overhead, rubbed his stomach, and ran to the house to eat. After eating, he poured a basin of water into the stove, extinguished the sparks, picked up the porcelain jar on the table and sat in the middle of the house and cried for a while, wiped away his tears, ran out again, and sent the old hen and spinach to the neighbors around him, thanking them for helping to mourn his mother.

After doing everything, Yang Guo returned to his home where he had lived for ten years, and after swaying a few times inside and out, he left the village and rushed to Jiaxing with his baggage and Mu Nianci's ashes.

Walking, walking, the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

Yang Guo sat on the stone bed and shrunk into a ball, and said in his heart: "I just said that my mother died a long time ago, and it turned out to be a dream." But the surroundings were dark and cold, and Yang Guo couldn't help shouting: "Brother Long, where are you, I'm afraid." Thinking that Grandma Sun had just died, and that she was living in an ancient tomb with the dead, the more she stayed, the more frightened she became, and she cried loudly, and fell off the stone bed carelessly, and her elbow hurt.

Yang Guo shouted "ah", his eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly felt a light coming, stabbing his eyes, so he quickly narrowed up, stretched out his palm to cover his eyes, and muttered: "What kind of dream is not good, it's dark, and you can't even see a person." Twisting the back of his neck in a daze, and just as he couldn't figure out why it was a neck pain instead of an elbow pain, he suddenly heard a cold voice say, "Have you had a nightmare?" A chill felt on his forehead.

Yang Guo's heart froze, and the memory of last night suddenly came to his head, and his flesh was shocked: "It's bad, it's bad, it's bad again." Between the lightning and flint, he didn't care about anything else, grabbed the palm of the dragon, and then hurriedly got up in a panic, didn't say a word, knelt on the bed, bowed his head and said: "Brother Long, I was wrong, you scold me, beat me, punish me." The tone gradually fell, and then begged: "But don't go." ”

Yang Guo couldn't wait for an answer, he was apprehensive, and suddenly heard a burst of laughter, and said in his heart: "Father-in-law? Is the stepfather also in the house? Unconsciously, his face blushed with shame, and his head hung lower.

I only heard Ouyang Feng say: "The stinky boy's brain is fast, smart enough, and he knows how to admit his mistakes first and pretend to be pitiful." The footsteps were near, and Ouyang Feng said, "Don't worry, he is reluctant to leave you." Then his palm was broken, his wrist was pressed, and he heard Ouyang Feng say: "Okay, no problem, it's just a weak heart." ”

Yang Guo raised his head and peeked at it, and saw Ouyang Feng holding his hand with a smile, and said softly, "Father-in-law." I was embarrassed to scratch my head, and when I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, I suddenly became anxious again, and hurriedly said: "Father-in-law, you let me go, I'm going to run." ”