In a collection station full of waste and garbage in the civilian area in the eastern suburbs of Yecheng, Xiao Yi rode three wheels and turned into this acquisition station full of waste products.

"Huh! Xiao Yi! Today's harvest is good," said Wang Dayong, the owner of the scrap yard, after seeing Xiao Yina pulling a cart full of scrap.

"Huh! Brother Wang, today I went to Ye Gang's living area and picked up a lot. Xiao Yi scratched his head with one hand and said embarrassedly.

"Hmmm! I'll take a look! Wang Dayong quickly unloaded the shredded cartons and plastic bottles from the car and passed them on an electronic scale.

"Hmmm! Xiao Yi, the scrap shredded cartons you brought today are twenty-five yuan six, the plastic bottle is seven yuan eight, and the scrap iron is two pieces four, a total of 35 yuan," Wang Dayong neatly weighed the waste products, and then took out 35 yuan from a worn-out wallet and handed it to Xiao Yi.

"Huh! Thank you, Brother Wang! I'll have to go back and cook for my father, so I won't talk to you. After Xiao Yi finished speaking, he quickly boarded the dilapidated tricycle and rode towards a demolition village where he lived.

A huge demolition area in the eastern suburbs of Yecheng, full of collapsed houses, and houses that have been empty, a few years ago, because the investor's capital chain was broken, so he ran away, resulting in a place where some homeless people lived, Xiao Yi's family situation changed suddenly six years ago, his father was broken and his leg was insane, his mother disappeared mysteriously, and there has been no news since the police.

Xiao Yi rode a dilapidated tricycle, turned left and right through several alleys, and finally came to a dilapidated old house that I don't know what era it was.

Looking around the house, the house I lived in was obviously a single-family house, three floors, with a dilapidated fence and a small courtyard that had collapsed a lot, and a wooden door wrapped in iron sheets was hidden and unlocked.

Apparently not because the owner forgot to lock it, but because the place is so shabby! It is dilapidated to the point where even thieves don't bother to patronize it.

And there are very few people around, if it weren't for the newly dumped domestic garbage on the roadside, outsiders would come here, and even wonder if they were in a no-man's land.

Xiao Yi pushed open the iron door and walked in. The yard is not big, but it is also square, about thirty or forty square meters, some dilapidated furniture and sundries are placed in a messy manner, Xiao Yi went straight upstairs. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

A one-foot-square broken window that could not be closed, the glass was still missing a corner, the cold wind of the early morning was blowing in, and a single wooden bed was placed in the north of the room, on the bed, a skinny middle-aged man with blank eyes, looking straight at the ceiling, lying on the bed with drooling at the corners of his mouth, covered with a strip of cotton full of oily old-fashioned patterns.

Xiao Yi looked at his stupid father lying on the bed, held back the tears in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Dad, I earned 35 yuan today, and I found half a roast chicken, I'll make chicken noodles for you later." ”

After Xiao Yi finished speaking, he went to the stove in the corner and started to light a fire to cook, while the man lying on the bed had no expression, his eyes were still blank.

The dilapidated and pitch-black windows blew in the cold wind, and Xiao Yi lit a fire in the stove, which gave this dilapidated room a trace of warmth.

Xiao Yi lit the fire, added a little water to the pot, and squatted by the fire. Looking at the burning flames, the body that was shivering from the cold wind, I felt a little warmth, the great changes in the family, the difficulties of life, made this 18-year-old boy much more mature than other peers.

Soon the water in the pot is boiling! Xiao Yi opened the lid of the pot, chopped half of the roast chicken in his arms with a knife, put it in the pot and began to cook.

Soon the aroma of chicken came from the pot, and Xiao Yi smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. I took out the expired dried noodles from the small cabinet next to the stove, put them in the pot, and then added a little salt, without any greens, and began to cook.

A few minutes later, the noodles were cooked, Xiao Yi first put out the fire in the stove, put out a bowl of chicken noodles, and then single, this bowl of noodles went out of the courtyard. Walk like an empty wilderness meadow.

After walking for a few minutes, a small mound of dirt appeared in front of Xiao Yi under a small tree. Place a bowl of chicken noodles in front of the mound.

Xiao Yi ignored the ice that had appeared on the land, sat down, and began to say: "Grandpa Su, today I am very lucky, I picked up half a roast chicken in the garbage heap of the Yegang workers' living quarters, and today we can be regarded as improving our lives." I made a pot of chicken noodles, and as soon as it was ready, I served you a bowl first, and you were alone in the cold underneath, so eat a little more. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yi's tears could no longer be held back and poured out.

After Xiao Yi cried for a while, he held back his tears and said to the small mound in front of him: "Grandpa Su, I saw it again today, she was still so beautiful and beautiful at the same table when she was in the first year of junior high school six years ago!" But when I saw her today, I felt very inferior, what do you think I should do? ”

Xiao Yi looked at the small mound buried in Su Wucheng, and kept talking to himself, suddenly the sky became overcast, and the violent north wind began to blow, Xiao Yi looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "It's going to snow!" It's been another difficult winter. ”

Xiao Yi got up and walked towards his house, leaving behind him only the chicken noodles that were still steaming all night, placed in front of a mound of earth, as if silently telling what had just happened here.

Xiao Yi returned to the old house, took out a bowl of chicken noodles, walked to the bed, helped his father up, and let him sit on the bed, but as soon as he lifted the old quilt, he smelled a foul smell, it turned out that his father excreted on the bed.

Xiao Yi took out a pile of newspaper from the side of the bed, wrapped his father's excrement and threw it aside, then changed the quilt underneath, spread his own small quilt underneath, and let his father sit on it to cover him with the quilt.

After Xiao Yi finished his father, he was already covered in sweat, and poured the chicken noodles that were a little cold next to him back into the pot, and turned them into a bowl of noodles, and fed them to his father's mouth a little bit while they were still hot.

After Xiao Yi fed his father, he ate a little chicken noodle soup in the pot, and began to boil some hot water, preparing to clean his father's excrement on the quilt.

Soon the water in the pot boiled, Xiao Yi was very neat, washed off the excrement on the quilt, and put it by the fire to dry, because his quilt was used by his father, if he didn't dry this quilt, he wouldn't have a quilt cover tonight.

Next to the stove, there was a small bed, and on a small table next to the bed was a pile of textbooks for the third grade of junior high school, which were all obtained by Xiao Yi from collecting waste, and one of them was still spread out on the edge of the table. After Xiao Yi was done, he looked at the dark sky outside, sat at the head of the bed, and looked at the junior high school textbook.