She is a girl, born on January 19, Capricorn, called Medusa.

The rising sun was dazzling and scorching, and there stood a woman at the door of the Mei family's kettle workshop, her face looking very angry, as if she had just been greatly humiliated.

Not far in front of her stood a man with cold eyebrows and eyes, and in the middle of the two stood a small girl, who was looking back and forth at the two people around her.

"Medusa, I'm leaving! I can't stand this family anymore. And the name your grandfather gave you, who are these people! ”

Medusa's mother glanced at her father, who had been sitting in a corner with nothing to do, and she became even more angry, turned her head and walked out.

At that time, Medusa was four years old and did not know how to part, so she chased a few steps and cried to the back, "Where is Mommy?" I'm going too! ”

Four-year-old Medusa was hugged by her father, "If you want to go, go quickly, Sensei has been hypocritical here!" ”

Daddy's words were so cold that four-year-old Medusa could only cry and watch her mom disappear around the corner of the street alone.

"Really gone?" Medusa's grandfather saw that Daddy carried Medusa into the kettle's shed, glanced at them and asked lightly, Daddy didn't say anything, he put down Medusa and went to the fire to help fill the firewood, "Let's go!" ”

The Mei family is just a small kettle workshop in the huge Meichuan City, and it is not famous and relies on a small business to barely survive.

But Mei Dusha heard that in her grandfather's generation, the ancestors of their Mei family were still the kettle makers in Meichuan City, who would have thought that this was only her father's generation, and the Mei family had already fallen to the point where only the shabby kettle shed remained.

However, what seems to be worse is that Medusa is still a girl, a girl who can't pass on the family and has no use.

"Why don't you find another one? Have a son? Grandpa glanced at Medusa who was crying, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and said to Daddy Medusa.

"No, our clay pot can't burn any heirlooms, so be it." As soon as the words came out, Grandpa threw a broom to Dad, "You get out of here!" ”

Daddy didn't say a word, put down Medusa and left without looking back, Medusa only heard Grandpa drop the pot embryo in his hand, and yelled fiercely at Daddy's back, "Never come back!" ”

Four-year-old Medusa saw that his father was leaving, and before he could chase after him, he was hugged by his grandfather, "You have to stay!" I don't believe it, our Mei family won't be able to cultivate a kettle in the future! ”

Time was rushing, and Medusa was now fifteen years old.

Early in the morning, Medusa had been staring at her grandfather and grandmother, who were lying on the bed, holding her grandfather's hand and waiting for their expected figure to appear at the door.

"Grandpa, my dad won't come back, forget it!"

Medusa fumbled with the phone in her hand, she had called that number many times, but no one answered, she didn't want to call anymore.

"Anyone? Have a bibimbap! ”

Grandpa was about to open his mouth to urge Medusa to make another call, when a customer came to the casserole shop in front.

"There's a customer in the store, I'll take a look." Medusa was overjoyed, and she hurriedly slipped her phone into her pocket and rushed out of her grandfather and grandmother's room.

"I'm sorry, I don't do business at home today, so you can go elsewhere." Medusa approached the store, saw a boy who looked like a student, and said lightly.

"Not for sale? So I buy a casserole? The boy glanced at the medusa, and then he glanced at the casserole that was unattended in the cupboard.

"40 a." Medusa was also refreshed, and reached out and took one out, and handed it to the boy.

"So cheap?" The boy who spoke handed Medusa a 100 dollar bill, he took the casserole and said that he didn't need to look for it anymore and went straight out of the store.

"So generous! It seems that today is a big luck? Medusa took the brand new 100 and flicked it lightly with her fingers, "It's true!" She couldn't help but glance at the vanished boy again

"Medusha, grandpa called you, come on!"

Grandma's hurried and panicked voice came into the store, and Medusa turned around and replied to the house behind the storefront, "Come on." ”

"What's the matter with Grandpa? I just sold a casserole for 100 bucks! Medusa smiled and handed the brand-new ticket to her grandmother.

Grandpa looked at Medusa and sighed deeply, he paused for a moment and finally gave Grandma a look.

I saw my grandmother go to a closet, and then carefully took out a box from it, and she carried it to her grandfather with some caution, and turned her head to look at Medusa before handing him the things in her hand.

"What is this?" Medusa thought she didn't know anything about the corners of the house, but why had she never seen the box? Is this really unusual?

"Medusa, I'll leave this to you. I'm afraid that your father has no hope of seeing him, and I don't count on it. You keep this well, and you must not show it to anyone until you have to, and you must not let others know, even your father, you know? ”

Grandpa said as he handed the box to Medusa, and then he glanced at Medusa with some meaning, "In the future, you and Grandma will depend on each other." No matter how difficult it is, you can't forget to make a kettle and let your grandmother teach you how to make wine. If your grandmother is gone, you can't sell it, hear me! ”

Medusa frowned as she looked at her solemn grandparents, but she still nodded to the two elders.

That night, Grandpa still didn't wait for Daddy to come back and left.

Medusa didn't cry, but Grandma cried to death, and her mouth kept counting Medusa without conscience.

In the wee hours of the morning, Medusa and her grandmother returned from the funeral home, and after a few more hours of tossing and turning at home, Medusa finally waited for her knife-mouthed tofu-hearted grandmother to rest.

She sat alone on her bed and took out the box her grandfather had given her.

It was a yellow wood box, the edging ironware was rusty, but the lock was very clean.

Medusa opened the box with the key that her grandmother had given her later, and there was something wrapped in layers of satin, and Medusa muttered to herself as she tore off the outer satin, "This can't be a casserole!" ”

Medusa guessed correctly again, it was a clay pot, and she peeled back the layers of satin, and finally saw a clay pot with a purple body and a slightly crooked spout.

"This purple clay pot is nothing special, why does grandpa treat it as a treasure?"

Medusa was a little curious, she couldn't help but hold up the casserole with a crooked spout and look at the bottom of the pot, "Medusa! The rubbing of this pot is called Medusa? Is there any mistake? ”

Medusa took the casserole in his hand and suddenly became curious.

"Grandma, are you asleep?"

Medusa appeared quietly outside her grandmother's room, and she shouted inside.

After waiting for a while but not responding, she could only go back to sleep and ask her about her doubts tomorrow.