The cold of winter is relative.

If, in a cold and quiet home, an empty house, Hua Lin can't wait to stay in the quilt all the time, in addition to making his butt numb and more uncomfortable, where can he be willing to get out of bed.

However, in Yuanxu Village, inside and outside the ancestral house, at the head and end of the village, up and down the mountain, Hua Lonely was free and unrestrained, and she ran around, and she couldn't think of the "cold" thing at all.

Most of the time, after breakfast, Xiao Taro will come to walk around and look for her sister.

A few days ago, they played crazy for a few days.

Once, the little taro came again.

I didn't find it in the flower room, so I wandered around and looked for it in the ancestral house.

Hearing a voice in the study, the little taro shouted "big grandfather" and pushed the door open.

Then, he saw that his sister had been buried in a tall calligraphy and painting, and the grandfather was wearing glasses and reading words.

This style of painting is not within the scope of Xiao Taro's acceptance at all, and he found an excuse to run away immediately.

Many years later, whenever Hua Lin thinks of this scene, she will be quite emotional.

No matter when, no matter what kind of grievances have been experienced, no matter how hard the workplace has been hit, and what unwise decisions have been made in having children, it cannot change that the Xu family is a scholarly family, and grandfather Xu Xianqing is the essence of a literati in his bones.

These paintings and calligraphy are not valuable, mostly Meilan chrysanthemum bamboo, landscape stones.

Most of them are grandfathers don't know how much time it took to collect the Chinese painting calendar, grandpa also bought some white paper as a background, he wants to look at Hua Lin one by one, help cut it, and then re-paste it on the white paper, and then hang the pasted picture scroll all over the room with Hua Lone.

Grandpa wears reading glasses and holds a magnifying glass, and he carefully looks at these paintings that are not paintings of celebrities, and there are words in his mouth, sometimes Hua Lin can understand, sometimes he can't hear clearly.

This made Hua Lin feel very regretful, she admitted that she lacked such an artistic edification in all aspects, she didn't like it, but she couldn't see any insiders;

She also lacks cultural precipitation, and she can't really attach herself to her grandfather from the soul, and she can't give her grandfather the happiness that resonates with her thoughts.

She's just glad she wasn't bored with it.

That's why she was able to sit down completely calmly and tidy up with her grandfather little by little.

When she was touched, she recited a sentence, and her grandfather would laugh happily and nod frequently.

But if, if you can have the opportunity to live under the same roof with your grandfather since you were a child, will there be one more possibility, you can get the words and deeds of his old man and become a person with heritage?

Hua Lin knows very well that in her generation, her brothers and sisters, the scholars are too young, and to tell the truth, she can't see that he has any literati temperament, anyway, only she, the granddaughter who is "not rightly named", still has a literary and artistic vein.

It's just that this "breath" is also impossible to do anything in the poor life of Hua Pingjin and Yuan Pingqing.

Therefore, this family will be defeated sooner or later, Hua Lin is very sad, and the person who shines on the lintel cannot be Hua Lin himself.

After doing these things, when it was clean, Hua Lin also walked around by herself, touching the skeleton of the old wooden house, stepping on the creaking stairs, and some rooms upstairs with rectangular costume locks, full of dust, forcibly pushed open, revealing gaps, messy inside, dim and dark, and desolate for a long time, completely different from the atmosphere of the New Year.

Hua Lin is not afraid.

Because the ancestral house has another memory for Hua Lone.

In fact, the ancestral house of the Xu family did not belong to Xu Xianqing alone at the beginning.

In one vein, the descendants of other branches also live here.

In Hua Lone's mind, she always remembered a pair of sisters, even if she couldn't remember their appearance, she remembered that they were called: "Red Orchid, Red Plum." ”

Honglan Hongmei, who is the sister and who is the younger sister, Hua Lin has no impression at all.

Some people say that we will soon lose the memory of being under 5 years old and about 3 years old.

But Hua Lonely clearly remembers that when she was so young and was taken on vacation by her father in the summer, Sister Honglan Hongmei took care of herself.

She still remembers that she climbed up by herself, shouting like an adult while climbing, "Honglan Hongmei", she stood on this high threshold, Honglan Hongmei helped her one after the other, and fed her a handful of white popcorn that was "bombed" by an earthen machine at that time.

Suddenly, one year, when I came back, there was no red orchid and red plum.

After that, the grandparents did not occupy the house over there, but only locked it.

I always thought they would come back, but they never came back.

If it weren't for the fact that Dad had mentioned "Red Orchid and Red Plum", which proved the authenticity of the existence of this family, Hua Lin might really suspect that this was his imaginary character and plot.

In the past, that Ge Taisheng used to say that she was sentimental because she would easily sigh about the same thing over and over again.

She didn't know why they left and why they never returned.

She wondered how the heavens were doing,

She also knows that maybe it's better to miss each other.

The fate of people and people, how strange.

Just a quick glance, maybe never to be seen again.

Leaving the house of Honglan and Hongmei, Hua Lin returned to the territory of her grandparents.

Easily pushed open a room, and the style was completely different from what I saw before, this room was like a hidden "treasure" pavilion, full of food.

A bunch of health care products, calcium in the advertisement, yak bone powder;

Pure milk, egg yolk pie, buns of various copycat brands;

Candy, melon seeds, all kinds of forests.

Hua Lonely suddenly realized, the New Year is approaching, the relationship between the generations of Yuanxu Village is more important, it can be regarded as polite and orderly, so every year, at this time, there will be some juniors in the clan to visit grandpa, and they can't be empty-handed, either gifts, or red envelopes, these are necessary.

It turned out that everything that people sent was left here by my grandmother.

There was no doubt about this, because she saw with her own eyes that the New Year's goods that Xu Hejin and they bought were all hidden in their own rooms.

Thinking that the bread that her father had carefully bought was far less than the quantity and quality of these egg yolk pies, she couldn't help but shake her head.

Dad's filial piety is just the icing on the cake that touches him.

Hua Lin picked up the tempting egg yolk pie, beautiful packaging, and advertised a lot, but she never ate it.

Eat one, eat one.

Hua Lin unpacked the package, what she thought and what she actually did didn't match at all, she was not determined, she ate several times in a row before she stopped, and she was a little entangled in stealing food.

It's both happy and a little embarrassing.

At this time, no one cared about Shuhuai.

Xu Hejin, like Hua Pingjin, disappeared when he arrived in the countryside.

is different, it is Xu Pingjin who likes to go to the door, and the east family sits after the west sits.

Xu Hejin loves gambling and playing mahjong, and he can't see anyone until he eats.

Shuhuai stood outside, watching how the native children of other families played, he wanted to melt but didn't know how, picked up a stone in his hand, and threw it casually.

This time, people didn't take him with them, they ran away in a swarm, and they didn't let him see it.

Shuhuai was very depressed, threw away the stone and replaced it with a wooden stick, and waved it as a sword like a second fool, as if he was a hero in the rivers and lakes.

Hua Lin watched from a high place, and her mother and grandmother came back from the vegetable patch.

Grandma said in her hometown: "Huaihuai, what are you doing here, go to the house to make a fire." ”

Shuhuai didn't shout at anyone, he threw the wooden stick directly, almost on Hua Lian's mother, and turned around and ran away without politeness.

This bear child, Hua Lonely thought.

Shuhuai rushed into their room, the living room was shared, he twisted the TV, the TV was relatively old, and he had to manually turn the button; The TV controlled by the remote control is in the ancestral house, in the grandfather's room.

Shu Huai couldn't choose the cartoon he wanted to watch, and childishly, he vigorously shot the TV to crackle.

"What for?" Hua Lin came in and said with a little seriousness.

"It's none of your business." Shuhuai was so frightened that he said this and ran away again.

Hua Lin and Shuhuai, from the distance, they don't live in a city, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, if there is no grandfather, their sisters and brothers will not meet each other at all, and they are very strange to each other.

Mom also reminded Hua Lonely, don't worry too much about your books and fall into the hands of others.

However, emotionally, the two children of the eldest uncle are already like that, one stays and the other is horizontal, and he is his daughter's family, or adoptive; Grandpa's hope is only that the book is pregnant, how much Hua Lin hopes that this little thing can afford the façade of the Xu family.