Qin Kexin took Bai Pujia and pointed out the places where he lived in his childhood one by one. When he talks about the memories of those children, it is as if he has returned to the past, and a childlike smile appears on his face. Bai Pujia looked at this man who was also full of innocence in his heart, and couldn't help but feel extra warm in his heart.

After lunch, everyone else was about to go for a lunch break, but Qin Ya took Bai Pujia and ran to the largest house and said:

"Pu Jia, this is Auntie, the big room where my brother's mother lived when she was sick."

Bai Pujia looked at the room, the furnishings in it should have been freshly wiped, there was no dust, and it was also silent in the half-light and half-darkness, as if there was still life in the old body.

Bai Pujia, whose eyes were withdrawn from these old-fashioned furniture, suddenly reacted, remembering what Qin Ya had just said, his eyes widened in confusion, and asked:

"Mr. Qin's mother? When did you leave? ”

"When my brother was nine years old, my aunt was sick, when I was ten years old, my aunt was bedridden, and after my brother took care of my aunt for a year, my aunt left!"

Qin Ya's voice was heavy, and his face was solemn and sad. That past was a pain for everyone in the Qin family, especially for Qin Kexin.

Bai Pujia's heart appeared in the morning Qin Kexin holding her hand and talking about the happy and happy childhood past, but her heart became sad. What a noble and kind heart that can filter one's own pain into complete happiness! She couldn't help but be moved.

"My brother didn't tell you about his childhood, did he?"

Qin Ya pursed his lips vigorously and asked.

"I was told a few in the morning, but they were all good memories."

Bai Pujia's voice was also quiet, and her heart was a little sour.

At this moment, Qin Kexin was lying on the bed, but it was actually difficult to fall asleep at all. Everything in this room is the same as before, there is no change, and the bed under the body is also the same one he slept in in the past. The old past, as if it happened yesterday, is vivid.

Qin Kexin's old father, a young man, as soon as he entered high school, he talked to one of his classmates, that is, Qin Kexin's mother, and he graduated from high school, so he didn't read anymore, and went to his mother's house to propose, and his mother's family didn't say a word in order to cover up his daughter's belly, and quickly agreed to the marriage, so that his father and his mother hurriedly held a banquet.

When he was three years old, his parents had both reached legal age and had their marriage certificates replaced.

This is to be put in the current era, it is estimated that it is a blatant violation of the marriage law, and it must be arrested, but in the rural towns and villages in the fifties and sixties, it seems that they are accustomed to it, and marriage is subject to the wedding, and the marriage certificate is not necessary, and many old people are estimated to have not received it in their lifetime.

In Qin Kexin's vague memory, the relationship between his parents should be very good. He vaguely remembers, but his father and uncle go out early and return late every day to take over the project, and they tease him when they come home.

In Qin Kexin's memory, his mother always did housework with a gentle temperament, and when his father no longer accompanied him, but began to busy himself with his own affairs, when he went out to find the eldest brother in the next room to chat and talk with them or go out after breakfast the next day, his mother would talk and play with him warmly again, and take him to clean up the housework together.

Sometimes he was sleepy, but he had to make trouble with his mother's arms, and his mother would take a harness and carry him on his back and tie it. Lying on his mother's neck, he listened to or touched the pulse on the side of his mother's neck with his little hand and fell asleep unconsciously, while his mother continued to do her daily chores.

When Qin Kexin was five or six years old, he remembered it more deeply at that time, his father seemed to be busier in business, his mother was still around the stove, and the apron with blue flowers on a white background had been the same color, but there was more gray hair in the hair, the wrinkles between the eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper, and the smile on his face was always faint, which seemed to naturally carry a beautiful sadness, but when facing him, the gentleness of his voice made him so attached that he was carefree throughout his childhood, and he never forgot it for the rest of his life.

Qin Kexin started preschool at the age of six, and then went to elementary school, he was always accompanied by his mother more, his father was so busy that he often didn't even go home, and he was in the construction site with his uncle, and he heard that he worked day and night to make money to support his family. Many times, his uncle has returned from a field of work, but his father has not yet returned. He ran to ask his uncle, who smiled and touched his head and said that his father was busy, but he did not tell him what he was busy with, nor could he answer the question of when his father would come home.

Qin Kexin remembered that he couldn't get a satisfactory answer from his uncle several times at the beginning, so he went to his mother to ask his uncle's question repeatedly, but his mother's answer was almost exactly the same as his uncle's answer. He hid in his room sullenly, silently angry, thinking to himself that even if his father came back, he would definitely ignore it! But when his father's long-lost laughter sounded from the corridor, he couldn't help it, and ran out of the door before his mother to meet the rubbing of his delicate face by those big hands, and the previous anger had long since vanished, until his father went out again, and ignored him, just looking at his mother from the window, and holding his father's hand. After being carried in by his father, he smiled brightly, and seemed to have no sorrow and sorrow, and began to serve the food with a smile, waiting for the father and son to have a rare and happy meal together.

It's just that the mother died young.

When Qin Kexin was nine years old, his mother was seriously ill in bed, so he took a break from school at home and took care of his mother early.

The woman's figure was as tall and tall as when she had never been bent over by housework, and she was as thin and white-skinned, and at this moment, compared with her mother who was seriously ill and haggard on the sickbed, she was like a uniform bright yellow spring flower blooming proudly, which made little Qin Kexin feel that her eyes hurt a little.

When the young woman arrived at home, she was very diligent, Qin Kexin also relaxed, she could have fresh food to eat, and her mother could be taken care of more carefully, but his father asked him to call this woman Aunt Qing, he couldn't shout, he just signaled with his eyes, or said something, and after speaking, there was no other words.

When Qin Kexin's father was at home, he even pulled him out of the door, and said in a low voice that if he could call this woman Aunt Qing, she would be in a happy mood, and as soon as she was happy, she would be able to treat him and his mother better, take care of him more carefully, and he could also go to school, even if he didn't go to school, just for his mother, he should shout, shouldn't he?

At this time, he has long since fallen ill with his mother, and no longer has a smile on his face, but he is not like ordinary children who encounter such things, his face is always confused and helpless, he does not have it, only calm, like the calm of the mountains and the lake, not the gloomy calm of the huge, dark shadows cast by the heavy mountains, but the clear calm of the non-strong light that naturally appears on the mountains and lakes after the sun falls.

Qin Kexin faced his father's request, even a request, and he replied with such calm, looking at his father with almost pleading expectations, with a long silence.

Qin Kexin's father was helpless, knowing that his son had inherited the same stubbornness as he and his wife. Yes, this kind of stubbornness is straightforwardly manifested in him, hidden in his heart by his wife, and now it is obvious and hidden when it comes to his son.

Since then, Qin Kexin's father has never asked him to do so.

The Yingchun flower lived in Qin Kexin's bedroom at night, and he moved to the small bed next to his mother's sickbed.