Seeing the second cousin laughing, "Come and eat." ”

Tables have been set up in the hall.

The pasta on the table ranges from emerald green to orange red, crimson red, and snow-white steamed bun flower rolls, and there are two green pig's heads pressed under the flower rolls, but the eyes are two red beans.

How is this green dyed?

Meng Yao's suspicious look stared at those colorful ones that he didn't dare to touch, and his cousin immediately understood, "This green is made by chopping and squeezing the juice of two spinach plants and making them in wheat flour." The purple ones are the old and young who are planted in the yard, and they pull a few handfuls of leaves to squeeze the juice; The yellow one is the carrot ......"

She explained briskly, causing her dreams to break away.

"Ha, the children have all got their own families, and your brother-in-law is working overtime in the unit, so I can only make up a few dishes to see if it suits my taste."

Meng Yao was stunned.

The second cousin said this, so modestly that she couldn't even speak. Because in Erxi's house, she has lived a monotonous life of corn tortilla porridge, and over the years, she is only qualified to eat porridge, and when she improves, she just puts a bite of pickles.

I have been in Tianjin for several years, in addition to eating something good before and after getting married, by the way, I have also hid in Runye's house for a few months, and I have eaten a few good meals of stewed fish in a branded box, and I have really never eaten a particularly decent meal, and this table, the pasta is cute, and the cooking knife is exquisite, and the dishes are presentable.

Meng Yao sat down happily and with a smile, only the second cousin, and he didn't have to be cramped and uneasy. Pick up the rice bowl with chopsticks, wrap several dishes around, and put them in the bowl.

Take a few bites.

She was suddenly timid again, and she didn't dare to look up shyly, embarrassed to be as busy as she was picking up vegetables and rushing to the market. For fear of being ridiculed by the second cousin, there are no rules, no rudeness, and a greedy big mouth. I'm more afraid that people are exquisite, such as disliking chopsticks dirty, if you don't say it, what can you do if you dislike it in your heart?

Dream Haruka eats slowly.

This melts in the mouth, soft and glutinous and sticky mouth, I don't dare to praise it at will, for fear of being laughed at by my second cousin, so I only eat it desperately. She was hungry after all and didn't want to hide it anymore. After eating a bowl, he didn't dare to return to the bowl and pretended to be full.

"Have you eaten enough? It is said that pregnancy should be able to eat very well. The second cousin's puzzled expression.

But Mengyao shook his head and said it was delicious, but full. Saying these things with a weak heart, the main reason is that he is worried that the joke will be useless, and in the end, it will be passed on to Erxi's ears, so wouldn't it be another beating?

Ay.

Perhaps, this is under the fence, always overthinking.

The second cousin didn't say anything and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Before entering the kitchen, he didn't forget to whisper, "If you are hungry, there is still a waterless cake in the refrigerator, you can eat a few pieces of it cold to relieve it." ”

In the direction that Shunmeng looked at, the second cousin opened the door of a large gray-white cabinet, which was brightly lit, and it was actually a storage room.

"There's food here."

"Oh, yes, sister." Meng Yao nodded, it was the first time she had seen what a refrigerator for a cadre's family was.

After a while.

She was in the living room, watching TV with her second cousin, but after only an hour, Mengyao fell asleep on the sofa.

Couch?

It was the first time she had seen it so big, it was too soft, softer than a ripe banana, softer than the flower roll steamed bun she ate today, so she slept so comfortably.

When the second cousin saw it, she brought another blanket and put it on her body, and then returned to her room, leaving a small orange pumpkin lamp when she left.

In the middle of the night, Dream Yao woke up.

Seeing that he was actually out of shape, nesting on the sofa, "Huh? It's too much, why didn't you even go to bed? ”

Looking at the blanket and the lamp, Meng Yao showed an unbearable gratitude. I went back to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and went back to sleep. Maybe it's too good to raise a baby at the second cousin's house, Mengyao's belly will soon be like eight or nine months, and this baby is surprisingly big.

Touching her round belly, Mengyao smiled heartily, she was full of confidence and high hopes that this baby was a boy.

After several months of recuperation, Mengyao's skin is much more tender, and her fingers have become extremely white because of the glycerin applied to her second cousin's family. And when she asked to help with housework, the second cousin put rubber gloves on her, and she was so delicate in brushing dishes and laundry.

Living here, Mengyao is like a wilted apple, suddenly absorbing enough water overnight, becoming full and moist and attractive. Although she was pregnant with a child, not a single spot on her cheeks appeared, and the child raised by this baby was full of motherhood and happiness.

November had not yet arrived, and suddenly it snowed at night.

She quietly guarded the stove, leaned against the warm chimney, stroked her huge belly, felt the fetal movement, echoed inside and outside, and seemed to find a little comfort and happiness.

Outside the window, the snowflakes drifted away, calling with the north wind, rolling obliquely. The snow flakes are not large, and when they are cold, they eventually turn into large snow slags.

People say that the snow is not cold, and the goose feathers are not cold, and the snow slag is cold. It doesn't seem to be true, or it may be cold as long as it snows.

Early the next morning.

The night breeze still doesn't stop, and so does the snow slag. She still sat still, guarding the warm chimney. Touching the glass window, it is frozen with graceful and graceful window flowers like phoenix tails, and the jagged patterns are as textured as real cloth textures.

You can take a closer look.

These window flowers are comfortable and refreshing, and the atmosphere is natural, which makes people think that it is the Changbai Mountain described in the textbook after the snow in the northeast. Or, the size of the Khing'an Mountains after the snow.

The swaying window flowers, only in the square wooden frame coiled, no matter up and down, left and right, any direction stretched out of the phoenix tail leaves, will eventually surging towards the center of the glass, and in the middle of the position will naturally leave a little gap, along here, you can vaguely see the outside scenery, like a still life painting.

Although it is a crystal clear anchovy flower cloth, it leaves a highlight in the middle, making people feel comfortable and breathable.

Slowly, the snow stopped.

The sky was bright, and there seemed to be a faint sun. Tightening the reverie and stroking the purple orchid on the windowsill, it turned out to be a little cooler. Will it be cold? Oops, I suddenly saw purple leaves, and the roots of the anchovies were frozen. The frozen part actually changed color.

Oops, then it's going to die.

Meng Yao hurriedly pulled off the sharp leaves that were touching and sticking to the window flowers, and quickly turned the flower pot in a circle. So the side that is not full is facing the glass.

Now, will it be better?

Touching the leaves, it is still cold. I brought a wooden bench and lifted the pot and placed it on the stove chimney.

In this way, will it be warm?

In the blink of an eye, the window flowers were full of sliding down, like a small landslide and debris flow, and finally turned into crystal water droplets wantonly on the windowsill, and some actually rolled down from the windowsill to the floor.

Meng Yao took the paper and wiped it slowly.

Then he brought scissors, and pruned the frozen wilted leaves, and there were neat cuts in the cutting places. Looking at the dream, my heart can't help but clench, will it hurt? If you look closely at the fracture, there seems to be no liquid coming out. Fortunately, maybe it won't hurt, and it will be fixed soon.

The winter sun is warm inside the house, and the snow is covered outside, but this purple orchid, looking at the direction of the leaves, seems to be chasing the sun.

Mengyao smiled bitterly.

Since everything is in vain, let's move back. Then the purple orchids were firmly planted on the windowsill, and they immediately danced their full purple leaves to the sun, as if laughing to their heart's content.

Purple orchid, sunshine? They needed each other so much, and Meng Yao blamed herself for moving the flower pot and breaking each other apart. Leaned over and kissed Purple Orchid to apologize.

Purple orchid, sunshine, this is a pair. But the peach blossoms painted on the mud pot, who is its favorite? If I am a purple orchid, where is the sunshine that belongs to me?

The mind floated, and Erxi's face was hideous.

She was so frightened that she got goosebumps on her back. I didn't dare to think about it anymore. But what fell one after another was the gentlemanly and elegant face that appeared in the previous dream. But such a good man is impossible, it's just an illusory dream.

It must be because I've been looking at that picture for too long, just like being counted down by my mother, and if I look at something that is unrealistic for a long time, I will go crazy, and a strange fantasy will naturally appear in my mind. But thinking of him, thinking of the painting that quietly said goodbye and turned over before accepting Erxi, Mengyao actually smiled.

Laughing at yourself really shouldn't be greedy and naïve.

It's almost the New Year, and I'm still at my second cousin's house, Mengyao feels a little embarrassed. Because she knew that the custom in this place was 30 nights, and she couldn't stay at other people's houses, especially not to look at her mother's lamp. It's not my mother's house, but it's not my own either. Since I am particular, I can't leave yet, so I can only be anxious here, like sitting on pins and needles, just like hiding in my cousin's house in Shatuozi that year.

But in fact, she didn't want to leave at all, even if it was embarrassing, it was better than going home and being beaten. How long can you have a good day here to arrange flowers and grass and hold the stove?

Mengyao these days, extremely worried about whether Erxi will not be ghostly from the sky, she is infinitely worried in her heart, every night can not sleep, so she stands in front of the purple orchid, looking out of the window The moon day by day, in the cloudy and sunny day by day, changing cold, she prayed infinitely in front of the window by the meteor. But the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come, like entering a strange circle of Murphy's Law.

Suddenly, Erxi came.

In silence, listening to Erxi and the second cousin politely, this time Erxi brought mung beans, jujubes, climbing beans, and coriander from the countryside to the second cousin.

These small strains of coriander.

They are all with dew, the thumb is thick and the finger is long and delicate, and there is a large thick root deliberately left, and the one that is packed is more delicate and eye-catching than the Northeast ginseng, and it is not an ordinary vulgar thing at first glance......

Erxi grovelled throughout the whole process.

Before leaving, Meng Yao went back to the house, took out his tattered skin, and stood silently at the pot of lush purple orchids, "Take care, my purple orchid." She said goodbye softly, and leaned over to kiss the purple leaves, caressing the peach blossoms on the pot, and then slowly walked out.

Erxi put on the broken army a long time ago, and he still wears a Lei Feng hat. Mengyao is still the rubber powder torn sweater, and the green army pants.

This time, on the waist, I also tied a soft red trouser belt, this trouser belt was enshrined by my mother-in-law in front of the Bodhisattva, and she had burned the incense of plants and trees many times and made a lot of wishes, so it must be spiritual.

My mother-in-law warned me not to take it off, and if I tie it all year round, if I tie it all the year round, I can transform it into a male fetus, and I heard that it can change immediately in the womb.

Say goodbye to your second cousin simply.

Walking towards the bus station, there were no words along the way, and Meng Yao thought of several scenes when he first got along with him, and he didn't feel gloomy. He is not the original self, he is not the original him, I have known the situation for ten years, and now it is not what it used to be, time has passed, and I can never go back to the past.

Now that she feels herself, she regrets it.

What if you give birth to a boy? Won't he and her go back to the way they were? If you don't get beaten with your stomach, if you don't have a stomach, don't you still fight each other every day? What is Love? What is Love? The days of cooking like this every day are the love I have been with him for the past ten years?

Thinking of this, the peach blossoms on the sideburns are even more gloomy.