Erxi burns the pot and boils porridge and pastes cakes.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm in a hurry, I'll just do it." Second, I apologize.

A daughter-in-law, Mengyao blushed with shame.

Erxi moved the bench, Mengyao sat on it and added firewood to the stove, not using the bellows, Erxi helped to pull. After half an hour, you can eat, drink porridge and eat cakes. But Erxi's little eyes have never left Mengyao, and he is always on standby to prepare for service, and the degree of care and pampering is beyond words.

This night, in the West House, after washing, Erxi beckoned Mengyao to rest.

In the wall cabinet, he took out the quilt that had never been covered after dismantling and washing, and shook it off for Mengyao on the kang head, and his snort was instantly dyed with the fragrance of wormwood. Lay it out and set up the pillows. There was no ready-made new pillow towel, so I had to find a washed soft vest and put it on the buckwheat husk pillow, for fear of scratching her tender cheeks.

rolled up his quilt and consciously pushed it to the top of the kang.

He felt that Mengyao slept abruptly with his mother, and he couldn't sleep with himself, because he didn't want to start so early, after all, he wasn't married yet. So I can only share a room with Mengyao and be a janitor myself.

In a small village in Tianjin, when there was no electricity in the eighties, it was common to light kerosene lamps or blind fires with black lights. The kerosene lamp in my mother's house had been extinguished a long time ago, but before it could be extinguished, I don't know why the oil suddenly ran out, and the lamp gradually went out.

While it was dark, the two of them who were originally sitting on the edge of the kang hugged each other tightly, and their five fingers were entwined. The lights are shaking red, and there are silhouettes of two people on the walls. Erxi's hand gently passed through her thick ponytail, the roots of her hair were a little warm, slightly cool down, soft and smooth like soft satin.

I have never hugged a girl so really, let alone been single for so long. At this moment, his legs trembled like chaff, and he couldn't control it at all, like a drum and a heartbeat, and the evil thoughts in his heart were bubbling and bubbling.

But in the end, the last line of defense was held.

He took out the warm water bag that he had originally bought to honor his mother, took it out intimately, filled it with hot water by the white moonlight, tightened the stopper, and put it firmly into Mengyao's quilt.

A kang head and a kang tip.

In the moonlight, I saw her lying down slowly like a beautiful marble statue, her ponytail untied, her thick black hair scattered to her waist, her long neck, the apricot-colored sweater that outlined her graceful figure, and her body was covered with a flower-colored quilt.

These shadows are always carved in his mind, and the intricate entanglement of imprints makes him inexplicably excited, and he is disturbed by defenselessness, and he dislikes this happiness too suddenly.

Vexation!

It was another sleepless night, he tossed and turned without sleep, disgusted that the kang was too hot, disgusted that the quilt was too thick, and finally boldly took advantage of the moonlight to stretch one foot out of the quilt, but it was still hot all around, he simply stepped on one foot on the windowsill, and the other was close to the adobe wall of Fangshan.

In this way, I suddenly felt that the temperature was right.

But I dislike that the wall is too hard and lacks human touch, and the quilt has been rolled and dropped most of it several times, and it is pulled flat again by the moonlight.

Mengyao doesn't have the same complex emotional torture as Erxi, maybe it has something to do with his young age and ignorance of the world, even if he is 18 years old, he may have expected something from love, but it is not strong.

However, before she fell seriously ill, she seemed to be looking forward to the male star in the painting with all her heart, and always believed that he was a lover, and she dreamed of being pursued by him, accepting that he would put on a wedding dress for herself, and he was her bridegroom-to-be.

But she was attacked and ridiculed by everyone.

Indeed, in the humble and narrow environment in which he lives, how can he be qualified to really see it? If you can't see it, how can you talk about it? If you can't achieve anything, then you can't delay your youth because of waiting for the star in the painting.

Besides, if you can't wait for a lifetime. How do you plan about this? Who in the family will tolerate tolerance, and who will give you time to find and look forward to that fate?

What's more, even his mother unceremoniously thought that she was crazy and sick.

Ay! Maybe Liu Erxi, who is not crooked or crooked, is just like what his mother said: In reality, it is not a loss to find an ugly craftsman who is really reliable. The good appearance is flashy and too vain, and the life is unstable.

In the end, Mengyao's thoughts faltered in the helpless wind and rain. What if you have a better goal to look forward to? The good honey pot has not been shattered, and the honey inside is all over the ground.

Who cares if the owner of the sugar jar cries or not?

Hey, people live in reality, they always have to live with three meals a day, what to do, and what age to say.

Mengyao, who was surging with thoughts, soon sounded a thin snoring sound due to fatigue.

Going shopping in a big city for so long, let alone upstairs and downstairs, even just looking at those bells and whistles is enough for a headache, not to mention that when you don't drink a sip of water, it takes so long to squeeze the bus.

At three o'clock in the night, somehow, a call came. The light bulb flickered and suddenly lit up, even if it was a 15-watt bulb, it was so bright that it made people panic. Erxi hurriedly sat up, afraid of waking up Mengyao, but the lamp rope was on Mengyao's side, so he had no choice but to crawl over naked.

Crawled to Mengyao, rubbed her eyes, carefully studied her long and dense eyelashes, covered her lower eyelids like a big brush, high nose bridge, petal mouth.

But maybe she's dreaming.

The soft red mouth suddenly squirmed, and occasionally stretched out a little red tongue, like a cute baby wrapping in milk. Yes? How old are you still breastfeeding?

Oh, she's just 18 years old and underage, but herself?

He touched his cheeks like brown paper, full of guilt and self-blame. I feel that I must have lacked the virtue of eight lifetimes in my previous life, and in this life, I want to harm a girl who is so young.

Seeing that everything is in place for her development, everything is waiting for a new life. But do these really belong to themselves, to an old and ugly rough man?

Some of him were like dreams, some were confused, and he couldn't find a real answer.

Raising his right hand, he helped her brush the long hair around her mouth, completely revealing the delicate peach blossom and the fragrant lips as bright as grass jasmine, and he couldn't help but want to kiss it, even if it was with his cheek.

Still, he raised his sinful right hand, stayed in the air for only a few seconds, and then turned around and ran towards the lamp rope.

It was dark again.

Turning his head, he was unwilling, but he also crawled back ruthlessly, and the cold kang mat flowers came to the cold kang tips with their palms. Lying down again, silently looking at the roof full of sorghum stalks, with the clear light of the moon, the insects in the distance are bursting, and there is no loneliness at night.

His mind kept recalling the scene of getting close to her, his fingers ran through her hair, and the candle shadow just now shook red, and he sat on the eaves of the kang and hugged each other tightly. His heart lake was surging, and the waves were crashing and roaring, as if he heard the sound of the wind passing through the forest on the high mountains, and the hooves of the horses in the snowy land...... All the shocking sounds are actually his blood boiling.

If you want to get her kiss, even if it is shallow, even if you die, this life is worth it, and it is considered to be a well-deserved death.

However, he still didn't do that.

I felt that if I did that, it would be like a fresh and bright little flower that bloomed with dew in the morning, crushed into sludge and blood by his old and smelly hooves, and it seemed so ruthless, and the little flower with dewdrops was sacrificed in vain.

In the winter in the north, it is not so easy to get early in the morning, and it is still dark outside, and there is not even a rooster crowing. He was tortured until dawn, and in the bed, he suddenly felt that his waist and legs were sore, so he no longer had the energy to be excited and struggle, so he fell asleep.

There was a terrible rooster crowing in the courtyard, and after an hour, I smelled a smell of firewood. Later, the aroma of the food mixed with the smell of firewood, and the warmth of home was everywhere.

The daring mother has already gotten up, and she cooks porridge every day after burning incense. Today, when the daughter-in-law comes, of course she must make good food. While she was waiting for the porridge, she moved her half-big foot to the corner of the courtyard and dug out a big Chinese cabbage, authentic green hemp leaves.

After pulling off the oldest cabbage, he cut it from the middle, picked it with his hand, twisted it vigorously, and grabbed a piece of vegetable core that was about the same thickness as the autumn cucumber. The core is yellow and delicate, and you can smell a sweet smell from a distance.

Put the two pieces of vegetable cores in the yard, and chop them finely with a knife, the cabbage sum is so fresh that the sweet juice instantly moistens the wooden board, and as soon as the knife touches, they scramble to break first.

Just like after the rain in early summer, the thin-skinned watermelon just picked from the melon field, with just a slight stroke or poke with the tip of the knife, the whole watermelon will explode with a "bang", and then the soup will splash, and the red flesh will appear under the eyes.

The old woman put the vegetable core into a large blue flower soup bowl, and made a spoonful of sugar and a little salt.

Coarse salt grains also need to be processed with a rolling pin, and it is easy to melt them in fine pieces, otherwise I am afraid of hitting my daughter-in-law's beautiful teeth. Sprayed on a mouthful of grain vinegar again, only to tremble and stir it with chopsticks, she easily did not get this mouthful of food, only had the mind during the New Year's Festival, and was so brave and extravagant.

Today's old woman is not troublesome at all, and she has no complaints, all because of her daughter-in-law's coming, adding joy. Maybe if she eats this bite, her children and grandchildren will prosper, and she will give birth to ten or eight to raise, and in an instant, she seems to see more than ten grandchildren playing in the courtyard.

Her shriveled cheeks glowed.

Look at the pendulum, it was half past eight, even the chickens were fed, the old woman didn't dare to disturb them, so she lifted the lid of the pot and shoveled out the newly made tortillas, which were yellow and soft and fresh, and there was a crispy sauce behind it.

Stooping down to take off the crispy collar of the pot, and finally carefully washed an extra blue flower bowl. Fortunately, God treats her well, such a tall and beautiful daughter-in-law let his forty-year-old son be so lucky to meet him, and he is excited and happy when he thinks about it.

After placing everything on the wooden table, she stood nervously in the outhouse and whispered to the West House: "Erxi, are you hungry, hurry up and greet people." ”

In fact, Erxi has already dressed and is ready to go out.

Picking out the flower-colored curtain, Erxi came out, his red eyes were black and black, fortunately, his skin was black all year round, and it covered everything in black, and he couldn't see anything, which didn't affect the root of his face at all.

Let's put it this way, even if his eyes are not red or swollen, they should be ugly, and how ugly they are.

Meng Yao was still behind, tidying up her hair.

Ten minutes later, they all gathered around the small wooden table, the dregs porridge was Mengyao's favorite food, and the cake Ka was also eaten with Erxi, it was indeed very crispy and fragrant. There is also a fluttering pot collar, which is also brought over and invited to Mengyao to taste.

She really loves to eat.

A bite of corn tortillas, a bite of cabbage core, sweet and sour and crisp and refreshing, she grew so big and ate sweet and sour cabbage core for the first time. If Erxi hadn't said what it was, he really wouldn't have recognized it. Chinese cabbage is no stranger to northerners, and it depends on it in winter and March, but this sweet and sour way of eating is really special.

After the meal, Mengyao was also very sensible to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but was stopped by the old woman.

"Don't do it, I'm used to it. The table is heavy, don't look at where you twist it. ”

The old woman looks like she has been cared for by someone who has come over, and she always feels that Mengyao is the person who has been waiting for Erxi for many years, and she has finally waited for it, even if she has been a single person for many years, she will not lose. She loves to eat both of the two who like to eat, and judging from this point, it is ironclad that she and Erxi are a family.

Seeing the eyes of his future mother-in-law, he lowered his head and smiled.

At the age of 18, she couldn't contact the old woman's eyes at all, and there were too many contents overflowing from those eyes, all of which were indescribable meanings, and perhaps there were many things that could not be understood. In order to hide his shyness and confusion, he could only bow his head and escape silently.

The packaging of the outhouse sewing machine and bicycle was not opened, but Mengyao was given a promise token in advance: a seagull watch.

Wearing it on her white and tender arms, it is not too different, and she looks like the daughter of a professor's family with cold eyes, and she is more like the daughter of a senior cadre's family. Wearing it on the wrist, I feel tall and mysterious, and although the wide metal bracelet is cold, my heart is warm.

"Mom, today we will go to apply for a household registration and get a certificate."

"Okay, let's go, I've already greeted your cousin, and your brother-in-law has already called them, saying that the registration and certificate are all handled directly, and there is no cumbersome or queue. It's okay if she's young, you just have to take the household registration book. ”

The old woman and Erxi happily explained.