There was some water at the bottom of the iron pot, and there was a circle of pale yellow rust around it, Zhao Qingyu washed the pot again with a cleaning ball, and began to cook on the fire.

Zhao Qingfeng was not idle, took out the rice cooker and began to wash rice.

"Oops, it looks like there's no gas." Zhao Qingyu muttered quietly.

Zhao Qingfeng looked up in surprise: "No, a new can of gas was only delivered last week." ”

"I lit the stove a few times but it didn't light it." Zhao Qingyu said with a sad face.

"Sister, this stove is originally broken." Zhao Qingfeng's face was strange.

"Ah......h

Zhao Qingyu was stunned, she remembered, this double stove has been used for more than ten years, and one of them seems to be unable to burn in junior high school because it has not been used for a long time.

It's been so long that she almost has to forget these trivial fragments that are sealed in the depths of her memory.

But as soon as someone reminds her, they will slowly surface, and it dawns on her: Ah, I see.

Is this a dream, or is it reality?

"Sister?"

Zhao Qingfeng's voice pulled Zhao Qingyu's thoughts back, and looking at her younger brother's puzzled face, she squeezed out a smile and began to cook.

There are not many seasonings at home, but Zhao Qingyu, who has been cooking for decades, still makes these simple meals colorful, flavorful.

When the last plate of spicy tofu came out, Zhao Qingfeng's eyes were full of little stars, and he was still quietly swallowing saliva.

Zhao Qingyu felt funny and beckoned his younger brother to wash his hands and eat.

But she forgot the cooking time of the rice cooker in the past, and she had to do it half an hour earlier.

These dishes are too simple, spicy tofu, cold tomatoes, hot and sour cabbage, it took her less than twenty minutes to cook, and the rice was not long cooked.

Sure enough, when Zhao Qingfeng saw that the small lamp on the rice cooker was still cooking, he said disappointedly: "Sister, the rice hasn't tripped yet." Before he could finish speaking, his stomach barked twice.

"You eat some food first, eat slowly, and then serve the meal when it's ready." Zhao Qingyu took out two pairs of chopsticks, rinsed them under the old faucet, and handed one pair of chopsticks to Zhao Qingfeng.

"Sister, what about you?" Zhao Qingfeng took the dishes and chopsticks and asked in a hesitant whisper.

Zhao Qingyu patted his brother's head with a smile, and said softly: "You eat first, my sister is not too hungry now." ”

"Hmmm......"

Zhao Qingfeng nodded, took the dishes and chopsticks and walked to the outside living room.

Outside the kitchen door, on the left side of the wall, there is a large red lacquered wooden table, which is boxy at the top, and there is a long cabinet in the middle of the bottom as a support, and you can also put some small things and miscellaneous items in it.

On the right in front of the table is the TV, a second-hand Songxia TV that I bought a long time ago.

Zhao Qingfeng has the habit of watching TV while eating, he picked up a little food, went to the front and turned on the TV, tuned to the animation channel, and began to watch while eating.

Zhao Qingyu walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame and looked at him quietly.

She stared at Zhao Qingfeng's side face, listened to the background music on the TV, and recalled the scene when she was cooking just now.

Whether it's touch, senses, or whatever, it's all really scary.

It's not a dream!

It's not a dream, so what is it?

Could it be her hallucinations "after death"?

When this thought suddenly broke into Zhao Qingyu's mind, it made her suddenly smart.

Yes, she finally remembered the terrible experience she had experienced not long ago.

Her children...... Her children......

The child seems to be gone......

A great grief suddenly struck, and his stomach throbbed sharply, as if there was a sharp knife stirring wildly inside.

Zhao Qingyu only felt that the sky was dark in front of him.

"Sister? Sister—"

Zhao Qingfeng's anxious shouts sounded in her ears, becoming more and more blurred, and then suddenly her eyes went black, and she didn't know anything.

*******

"Sister, sister...... Woohoo......"

The annoying cry made Zhao Qingyu frown unconsciously, her lower abdomen was still aching, and her pants were also a little wet, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Zhao Qingfeng didn't know why his sister suddenly fainted, he was so frightened that he was at a loss, dropped the bowl and rushed over to support Zhao Qingyu.

He was only eleven years old, his body was still very thin, and he used all his strength to carry Zhao Qingyu to the bed, the latter's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his head and body.

He is not very old, and it is the first time he has encountered such a thing, his parents are working outside, and there are only him and his sister at home.

He sat on the edge of his sister's bed with a towel, and cried hoarsely while helping his sister wipe her cold sweat.

Finally, in his crying, Zhao Qingyu woke up uncomfortably.

Looking at the young brother who was holding a towel in one hand and touching tears in the other, Zhao Qingyu's head was still a little confused for a while.

She had fainted just now, and now she woke up.

In front of her is still the old house of more than ten years ago, and in front of her is still her childish younger brother.

Zhao Qingfeng cried with tears and snot, his eyes were swollen like walnuts, the tip of his nose was also red, his little face was full of tears, and there were a few crystal clear tears on his chin.

As soon as he moved slightly, tears fell and fell on Zhao Qingyu's arm, wetting the sleeves of her shirt and touching the skin, causing a slight coolness.

She raised her hand lightly and saw that her sleeve was already wet, no wonder......

"Sister, sister, you, you're awake!" Zhao Qingfeng opened his eyes that were about to cry into a line, and shouted in surprise, but after seeing Zhao Qingyu's bloodless cheeks and frowning eyebrows, he began to cry again, "Sister, you, what's wrong with you...... Don't you die......"

“……”

Zhao Qingyu smiled bitterly, it was a really bitter smile, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

Is she dead, or is she not dead?

She didn't know it herself.

But seeing her brother's sad little face, she could only raise her hand and gently wipe his tears: "Good, don't cry, my sister is fine." ”

"So, how did you faint and pass?" Zhao Qingfeng cried too much, and began to burp, and he couldn't say anything.

In his cognition, only a very serious illness can faint.

"I ......" Zhao Qingyu just wanted to say something, but suddenly paused, and then changed his words and said, "I'm just too hungry, if people are hungry, they will faint from hunger." ”

As if to verify her words, Zhao Qingyu's stomach really began to "gurgle", and the voice was still very loud.

Zhao Qingfeng was still skeptical, but when he heard that Zhao Qingyu's stomach was really screaming, he instantly burst into laughter.

"Sister, the meal is ready, I'll serve it to you." He stood up as he spoke, put the towel next to Zhao Qingyu's pillow, and then ran out with a bang.

"Alas......"

Where can Zhao Qingyu eat, although she is hungry, her lower abdomen is still throbbing, and when she lifts the thin blanket again, the place where she is lying is really red.

Staring at the red mark in a daze, her head began to dizzy again.