In the early days of the People's Republic of China, the Jiangbei District of Pujiang City was defined as an industrial area, and it is home to a large number of factories, public and private houses. Hongxia Road is a major traffic artery in Jiangbei District, with more than ten kilometers of road at both ends, one side is the factory area, and the other side is the residential area. In this way, the three areas of factories, public housing and private houses are connected by a road.

There are also many zigzag small roads extending densely on both sides of Hongxia Road, and the entire transportation network is like a tree trunk forking many branches.

An home is on one of these small roads, and it is one of the private houses. This is still an industry settled by Anda Fei's parents when they went south, and now it is handed over to Anda Fidelity.

It is a two-story brick and timber building with an attic, and each floor is not high. Due to the age of the construction, it now looks dilapidated. But more than 40 years ago, this was the only place for Andafei's family to live after they arrived in Pujiang City, and it was the only place where they could give each other warmth after the family left home.

Push the door in, and you will be greeted by a living room of about ten square meters with both kitchen and dining functions; Walk through the living room and go inside, and in the middle is a wooden escalator staircase; The innermost is a bedroom of about ten square meters, which is currently inhabited by Andafy. Follow the stairs to the second floor, where on one side is the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. An Huaisheng, and on the other side is the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Anpusheng. The attic with a dormer window is arranged as a children's playground, where two girls, An Huaisheng's five-year-old daughter An Ran, and An Pusheng's four-year-old daughter An An, live in the middle.

In November 1995, it was late autumn in Pujiang City, and the plane trees planted on the sidewalks on both sides of Hongxia Road had begun to lose their leaves. Golden leaves covered the entire road, giving the drab concrete road a thick velvet. When people walk on it, there will be a "click" sound under their feet, as if they have made a symphony in autumn. In the early morning or evening, you can always see children carrying schoolbags and jumping on their feet, stepping on dead leaves along the way, bouncing forward.

At about half past eight in the evening, the dim light of the roadside street lamps penetrated the thin layer of velvet curtains on the dormer windows, and the low walls of the small attic. An Pusheng's wife, Tian Jing, was struggling to climb the escalator leading to the attic, holding a tray in one hand and the handrail of the stairs in the other. In order to prevent the two cups of milk in the tray from spilling out, Tian Jing walked extra carefully.

The small attic of about ten square meters is low and cramped, and the highest point is less than 1.5 meters, and it is impossible for adults to walk upright in it. Tian Jingmao came to the bottom of the tiger window, there was a small table here, she put the tray in her hand on the small table, and then sat on the floor. On either side of the small table, against the lower edge of the beams, are two small beds. The two girls, who had finished washing, were sitting on their respective beds, whispering to each other. After they saw Tian Jing go up to the attic, they all closed their mouths.

"Drink the milk while it's hot, and go to bed." Tian Jing ordered solemnly.

"Mom, tell us a story!" Anxin suddenly lied, "You haven't told us a story for a long time." ”

Although Tian Jing looked tired, she couldn't help but soften her heart when she touched the longing eyes that flashed in her daughter's big eyes that were thrown at her.

"Well, let's talk about one! I'll tell you just one story, and you'll go to bed when you're done. Tian Jing said as she handed the milk in her hand to the two girls.

"Okay." Anxin happily agreed.

"What story do you want to hear?" Tian Jing asked softly.

The two girls groaned for a while, then said in unison.

"Ugly duckling."

"Birds learn the arts."

"I can only talk about one." Tian Jing emphasized, "Ugly duckling or a hundred birds?" ”

"Then listen to Enron and talk about the art of birds!" Anxin made a concession.

"Okay, then let's talk about the art of birds." Tian Jing responded.

She waited for the two girls to finish drinking the milk, took the cup from their hands, and waited for them to lie down and fold the quilt for them, before she slowly spoke, and began to tell the story of "The Art of a Hundred Birds" in a slow and soft tone.

"Winter in the forest is coming, and the migratory birds have flown south to spend the winter, but the birds left in the forest are worrying about how to survive the winter. They heard that the phoenix would build a nest, so they all went to her to study...... Although many birds have learned to build nests from the phoenix, only the swallow's nest is the best, beautiful, strong, and comfortable. ”

In less than a quarter of an hour, Tian Jing finished telling the story, and the sound of the girls' even breathing came to her ears. Tian Jing stood up lightly, picked up the tray from the small table in front of her, and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, a small hand grabbed the hem of her clothes. Tian Jing glanced at it, saw that it was reassuring, and scolded in a low voice: "The story is finished, why don't you sleep yet?" ”

An Xin turned his head and glanced at the direction where An Ran's bed was, and then asked in a low voice of mosquitoes and flies, "Mom, is Uncle really leaving?" Will he ever come back? Isn't he going to be safe? ”

Tian Jing paused, turned around hesitantly, squatted down, and asked quietly, "Who told you this?" ”

"I heard it." An An turned his little head again and glanced towards An Ran's bed, "An Ran also heard it." My grandfather lost his temper in the afternoon, scolded the uncle, and said that he didn't want this family, and he wouldn't come back if he left. ”

Tian Jing sighed almost inaudibly, and glanced at An Ran on the bed, she was no longer sure if the little man who was lying motionless was really asleep.

"Uncle is just going out to work, and he will come back after a while, he won't be safe." Tian Jing explained.

"But An Ran no longer has a mother, if the uncle leaves again, she will become a child without parents, it's so pitiful." Speaking of sadness, Anxin's voice was a little choked.

Tian Jing couldn't help but reddened her eyes.

"No, she still has us! With Grandpa, with you, and me and your dad, we'll take good care of her. We will always be with her, and we are also her family! ”

"Will you and Dad leave this house one day and leave me alone?" Anxin asked pitifully.

"Of course not." Tian Jing replied categorically.

"Retractor." An An stretched out her little hand from the quilt and poked straight in front of Tian Jing's eyes.

Tian Jing also stretched out her hand without hesitation. The little fingers of the two were tightly clasped together.

"Okay, pull the hook."

"The hook is hanging for a hundred years."

"The hook is hanging for a hundred years."

The mother and daughter said in unison.

Tian Jing, who returned to her bedroom, still couldn't calm down. Seeing An Pusheng, who was lying on his desk and reading the newspaper with his back to her, she said angrily: "Big brother really has to go?" ”

Hearing his wife's questioning, An Pusheng put down the newspaper in his hand, turned around, and patiently comforted: "The eldest brother gave up his stable job and made a great sacrifice in order to assist his father in opening a restaurant. Nowadays, the small restaurant is also on the right track, and it is reasonable for the eldest brother to want to do his own business, and we should support it. ”

"I'm not talking about us." Tian Jing shook her head irritably, "I'm talking about Enron." The sister-in-law has just left for less than half a year, and the eldest brother is going to leave home again, has he considered An Ran's feelings? ”

"Isn't that still us?" Yasumi said lightly.

"But we're not her parents after all! Children should not grow up without the company of their parents. Tian Jing argued.

"The sister-in-law is no longer there, and she is destined to lack maternal love. In the future, it would be nice for you to care more about her and love her as if she were your own child. ”

Tian Jing sighed and said helplessly: "No matter how much I love, we are separated by a layer of belly after all, whether it is me to her or she to me, it is impossible to be as close as I am with Anxin." ”

"We do our best to do our part, but ask for a clear conscience!" Yasukusen prevaricated.

Speaking of this, Tian Jing didn't know how to interface, so she had to turn around and go to make the bed.