As soon as it was dark, An Chen's mother stood on a chair, tilted her head and unscrewed the broken light bulb at the door of the shed, and replaced it with a new one.

"It looks like it's going to snow, but it's going to snow again this year......

After living for forty years, An Chen's mother already knows the weather in Xingqiu Town well. Look at the sky at night and the clouds in the morning to know what the weather is like. At this time, the scale-like gray-black clouds on the western horizon looked like snow clouds accumulating.

An Chen's mother shook her head, picked up a chair and turned into the house.

Hearing the sizzling sound of the pan on the stove, he hurriedly lifted the lid of the pan, and while using a shovel to put the golden and charred dumplings in the pan on the plate, he shouted into the house:

"An Ning, go and call your dad home for dinner."

"I'm not going."

The movie pictorial that was covering his face when An Ning was talking fell to the ground, and before he could lean over to pick it up, he was kicked under the iron bed by An Chen.

"An Chen, you go."

The eldest son is rebellious, and the younger son is the most powerful. An Chen's mother didn't want to force An Ning, so she called her youngest son to go out to find her husband and come home, but she didn't see An Chen come out after shouting twice. Pushing open the door of the inner room, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Why are you two bitches fighting again!"

An Ning and An Chen were torn apart and rolled on the iron shelf bed. An Chen's mother stepped forward in a panic and finally separated the two sons.

"An Ning, why are you fighting with your brother again......"

"He provoked me first!"

An Ning glared at An Chen hatefully. For this brother, who is eight years younger than him, he loves and hates it.

"An Chen, you just scored 100 points in the exam, your father must be happy to see it, you go and call him back."

"My brother won't show me the pictorial."

An Chen stuck out his tongue at An Ning as he spoke, and silently spit out the words "black charcoal head", so angry that An Ning wanted to step forward and beat him again.

An Ning raised his slap high and fanned towards An Chen, and when it fell, it was like a breeze blowing on his face and gently caressing. An Chen's mother grabbed her eldest son's arm, and An Ning's slap hung down.

An Chen hid behind his mother. was urged by his mother to find his father at the house next door, and by the way, he sent some fried dumplings to the Ding family next door.

Hearing that he was going to Ding's house, An Chen no longer resisted, and got up and obediently carried the two aluminum lunch boxes and net pockets that his mother had packed with dumplings.

"Anning, you put the dinner table, and your father will talk to you about the tofu workshop in a while. Our family rented the blacksmith shop in front, and when the stone grind arrived, we could produce tofu. ”

As she spoke, An Chen's mother took off the floral apron on her waist, picked up a big bowl of freshly fried dumplings, and protected her chest and prepared to go out.

When the tofu factory opens, it has to be helped by the neighbors, and only by making a reputation can the townspeople from farther away come to buy tofu.

Speaking of Han's blacksmith's shop, it is still a little remote, and compared with the cost performance of the shop rent and location, it is best to choose the blacksmith shop now.

An Chen pushed the door out, and a cold wind poured in. An Ning sneezed violently, and the earth-shattering sneezing of ghosts and gods shook his own ear drums.

"Mom, how many dumplings have you wrapped, and if you give them away, is it enough for me to eat?"

An Ning lifted the curtain of the rice bowl and suddenly made a "snap" on his hand.

"It's enough to eat, but it's hard for you to eat. Can I starve you? This is the noodles I bought at Grandma Li's house, and I feel that this flour is much better than the grain store. ”

An Chen's mother sighed secretly.

An Ning didn't want to do a tofu business, and there was no other way out in the town, so it was easy for such a half-sized child to learn badly. Now he is arranged to pick up An Chen to and from school every day, and he is quite obedient. But after sending An Chen to school, she didn't know what he was going to do again.

He was the only one left in the family, and without further ado, he had to hurry up to find Li Jixiang. With a pounding heartbeat, An Ning shook off his scud and walked towards the intersection.

Come out of the house and enter the town road, turn left and don't get ten meters, and then turn left and you will see the signboard of Xingqiu Store. In the dim light of the doorway, a chubby figure peered into the door.

The door of the shop has been sealed with wooden planks, leaving only a crack in the door to breathe.

An Chen tried to get in through the crack in the door, but the little fat leg stepped in halfway, and the thigh was stuck. He had no choice but to withdraw, and the probe called inside, "auspicious, auspicious" several times before he heard footsteps.

It was Grandma Li who came out. didn't see Li Jixiang, An Chen was a little disappointed. However, he still took out an aluminum lunch box from his net pocket and handed it to Grandma Li, saying that it was his mother's fried dumplings and let them taste them.

"Ah, go back and thank your mom for me."

Grandma Li opened the lunch box and felt strange. Before closing the stall in the afternoon, An Chen's mother came to buy flour, and she said to An Chen's mother that she would make fried dumplings in the evening, just to take advantage of the fact that the meat sent by An Chen's mother yesterday was still fresh, and she didn't want to marinate it into salted meat to eat.

"An Chen, you go slowly, don't fall."

After Grandma Li finished speaking towards An Chen's back, she stretched out her hand to extinguish the light at the door, covered the last door panel, and went back to the house with an aluminum lunch box. Knocked lightly on her granddaughter's door and said that the power would be cut off at eight o'clock in the evening, so that she would not be late for her homework.

Li Jixiang responded with a "uh-huh" and read an anonymous letter that had just been written, feeling that the words were quite sharp, which was definitely enough for Zhang Chunfen's husband to drink a pot.

I'm not afraid that the scumbag is bad, but I'm afraid that the scumbag will not be cared for. As long as Zhao Kai still wants to continue teaching in the county middle school, he has to consider his ideology, morality, and life style as a people's teacher.

"Bang Bang Bang—"

There was a light knock from the back window. The window panes were pasted with window paper, and no figures could be seen outside the window.

Outside the back window is a narrow alley, which can only allow one person to pass, and basically no one passes through it. Who else could it be but An Ning at this time!

It seems that An Ning was born with the ability to be a detective and spy, and she doesn't need to be taught how to contact her.

Li Jixiang only said that Anning would take the time to find her at night, and did not tell him how to find her. Through the window paper, I knocked back three times. He turned around and put the anonymous letter in an envelope and sealed it, and wrote the words "report letter" on the envelope in standard Song script.

Grab the report letter and walk out of the house lightly. Hearing Grandma Li's self-talk from the next room, it is estimated that Grandma Li is talking to the son in the photo again.

Open the two door panels, drill out sideways, and cover them up again. Turning around, he almost crashed into An Ning's arms.

An Ning took two steps back in panic. Li Jixiang shuddered.

An Ning's speed was too fast, running from her back window alley, it was like a gust of wind.

"I didn't mean to hit your ......"

An Ning put her hands in her trouser pockets and pretended to be cool, but her expression couldn't hide her nervousness.

"I know, I want to ask you to do something."

"If there's something you say, as long as I can do it."

A little chill stained his cheeks. Looking up, the sky seemed to brighten, and fluttering snowflakes fell. Seeing the spring snow for the first time, Li Jixiang raised his face and smiled.

A little coldness fell on An Ning's face, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe his face, looked up in surprise, looked at the spring snow falling in the night sky, and then looked at Li Jixiang's smiling face, his eyes straightened.