The afternoon sun is so bright that you need to squint your eyes to get used to the light, and the winter in Guangzhou is warm like the sun, the blue sky, and the white clouds are playfully clustered and playful. This bright world diluted the anxiety of returning to the heart like an arrow during the Spring Festival. There is no joy about going home, and there is no gloomy sadness when parting. When the wave of homecoming swept the land, the beautiful sky and peaceful atmosphere made people think of the quiet years.

My husband got on a motorcycle and took Ya, his daughter, and his son to the parking stop to wait for the car, and they were going to another city, and then took the car of my husband's cousin back to his hometown.

When the son got into the car, he ran to the back window, waved his little hand at Ya and his daughter, and said "goodbye, goodbye" in his mouth. He still had a smile on his face, but Ya's smile was mixed with sadness, and he was reluctant to permeate his heart.

Sleeping with her son's small body in her arms every night, looking at his baby-like sleeping posture, mother's love rises in her heart. I always take my son to the bathroom every night to urinate, otherwise he will toss and turn and sleep very unsteadily. Even if he doesn't want to urinate, he always loves to kick the quilt. Ya never seemed to really be asleep, and she was always covering her son with a quilt.

His hometown is much colder than Guangzhou, and he still needs to build a stove to bake the fire during the day, so does he sleep with his father or his grandmother at night? They have always slept to death, and they are not used to taking care of children. The son never seemed to have left Ya since he was born, and he was also influenced by Ya, and always went to bed late.

At first, he and his daughter happily held their mobile phones to watch cartoons, and at about 10:00 the daughter fell asleep, but the son was still interested in watching cartoons. It wasn't until his eyelids were heavy and sleepy that he said to Ya, "Mom, I'm going to eat Mimi and sleep", so he got into the bed, but he still lay down and sat up, sat up and lay down again.

Ya had to lie down and hold him, at this time the son would naturally hold the mi, and immediately fell asleep, Ya then picked up the phone again.

In fact, during the Spring Festival last year, Ya and her son were separated for half a month in order to be weaned. Ya returned to her parents' house for half a month, and her son cheered loudly: "My mother is back!" My mom is back! "It was as if he wanted the world to know that his mother was back.

After that, the son still slept with Ya, and he would still sleep with a mito. It is said that children eat more to seek a sense of security, perhaps in the child's heart, the most stable place in the world is the mother's arms, and the most beautiful food in the world is the mother's milk.

Ya doesn't have any milk anymore, but her son still likes to sleep with a mike in his mouth to fall asleep quickly, otherwise he will toss and turn for a long time. Whenever she looks at her son with his eyes closed and his mouth in his mouth, Ya feels that his son is still the little baby who was born not long ago.

Now that her son is going to leave Ya for so many days, Ya does feel a little uncomfortable, I don't know if her son is adapted, Ya said to her son: "Son, you are gone, no one sleeps with your mother at night, your mother is cold, what should I do?" Ya thought that her son would say that he would not return to his hometown, but his son said, "You let my sister sleep with you." ”

The son seems to be full of joy and hope for returning to his hometown, Ya remembers that when he was a child, he was very happy when he talked about his grandmother's house during the New Year's holidays, and he would jump up happily, and his son probably had this mentality.

There is only 20 square meters of space here, but the old house is seven or eight rooms in front of the door, and there is a lot of space in front of the door, he can run around, maybe it is a new place for him.

It's already a Spring Festival holiday, and the factory is going to cut off water and electricity, although my husband told the electrician that the mother and daughter would not go back, and the electrician promised not to stop their water, but the hot water must be stopped. So last night, Ya and his son and daughter hurriedly washed their hair and took a bath, and they would have to boil water when they washed it in the future, and the bathroom was not so warm.

In the morning, my husband took his son to get a haircut, and bought him a pair of boots and a few new pairs of socks. The boots I bought last year were a little tight for my son, and it was very difficult to lift the heels.

My husband bought a big bag of vermicelli, two vermicelli, a Chinese cabbage, two large white radish, and a large piece of pork belly. He fried the pork belly into a pot of braised pork and instructed him to make pork vermicelli and cabbage during the Chinese New Year.

Ya loves this dish very much, and the dish made by her father is particularly delicious, and the mellow flavor goes straight to the bottom of her heart. Since her father left, Ya rarely eats this dish anymore. No matter where you are, you can't taste the taste of my father's cooking.

My husband's cooking is okay, but it still can't be compared with my father, and the delicious food in my memory can only be made by my father. At noon, it was pork vermicelli and cabbage, and the two children ate it with relish, and Ya said, "Your grandfather makes it even better." ”

My husband glared at him again and scolded: "If you don't do it, you can eat it, and I'm embarrassed to say it's not good!" Ya was speechless. My husband once said that Ya is "silly and sweet", "the life of the maid, the heart of the princess." ”

Ya said: "The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is better than paper", the husband reprimanded Ya's expression and tone as if he was for two children, he always said that Ya does not grow up, and he is like an eighteen-year-old naïve girl.

Once Ya's rhinitis was committed again, and she sneezed one after another, which made Ya wonder if her ribs were cracked, because of a pain in her back, Ya sighed and said, "It's as serious as it is now, what can I do when I'm old?" Aren't your ribs going to be broken? Won't you have to crawl away then? ”

The husband's big eyes glared at Ya again, and said with a look of disdain: "You'd better not live so old, live to be 100 years old and 50 years old!" What are you doing alive! ”

Ya was extremely unconvinced in his heart, and he didn't know how to refute it, he had already put on colored glasses, and Ya tried his best to no avail. Let him be, Ya cares more about whether she is comfortable in her heart, and she prefers to live according to her own wishes, and does not want to change for anyone.

My husband was remorseful every time: "Why did I find such a stupid woman!" ”

Ya pouted and said: "Wang Baochuan is still looking forward to a queen mother in the 18th year of the cold kiln, and I have no hope for it." ”

The husband immediately opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "You dare to say it again!" ”

Cut! Too lazy to reason with him. Ya's temper seems to have been smoothed out by him, and when he reprimanded her as if he were a child, Ya seemed to have turned a blind eye to it......

Ya took her daughter and turned around to wave goodbye to her son step by step, and her husband sat next to her son without raising his head, he should be looking at his phone.

Back in the house, Ya sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. The room never seemed to be so quiet, and the laughter of his son and daughter filled the room like silver bells.

The daughter and son are almost inseparable, the two of them are playing intimately at this time, and after a while, you punch and I kick each other, and after a while, the loser broke out into a deafening cry, Ya walked over and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The winner was quite unconvinced: "He (she) hit me first!" Then the winner actually started crying as well, and Ya covered her ears irritably and continued to look at her phone. The two children stuck together again at some point, talking and laughing......

In the evening, Ya warmed the leftover dishes and rice from noon.

After eating, her daughter painted, and Ya continued to look at her phone. Ya Zai Ri is a novel that was not finished in the early years, and it will be finished before 12:00.

There are many contents to be added and revised in this novel, and Ya plans to revise it during the Spring Festival.

There always seemed to be a lot to do, but Ya was slow to do it. After all these years, the manuscript still sits quietly in a dusty corner, waiting for Ya to look back at it one day.

Ya always has more emotions and emotions than her peers, some of which she wrote down, and more of them were remembered in the depths of her heart until they faded into dust.

At that time, he was fierce and fierce, muttering something in his heart every time he faced the sunset in the sky.

At that time, I felt tears and hated other birds, and let the emotions permeate my heart, and now I can't taste the emotions at that time. It was very precious then, but now it is like smoke...... Looking at the clumsy works of the early years, I can no longer appreciate the feelings of the year.

The 20-square-meter room is divided by a large wardrobe in the middle, and near the rear balcony is a 1.5 m wide bed. Near the gate is a small bed about a meter wide.

The daughter sleeps in a small bed, Ya sleeps in a big bed with her husband and son, but her 7-year-old daughter sneaks into the big bed every midnight to sleep. She slept on Ya's feet, but because she loved to kick the quilt and turn over, she often put her feet on her son's lap and stomach. Therefore, Ya rarely fell asleep, always moving her legs and feet, and constantly covering the quilt.

It felt too hot in the summer, so Ya took her son to sleep in the small bed. My husband's big hobby is to play cards and mahjong, and he doesn't come back until midnight. came back to push the door, pull the lamp, and walk back and forth, which made Ya, who had just wanted to fall asleep, quite irritable.

She suggested that her husband sleep in a small bed, but he slept a few times but did not want to sleep, saying that the bed was too short to stretch his feet. He is only more than 1.7 meters, if he is 1.8 meters, how can he sleep if he lives in a group dormitory?

At night, I don't know if it's because of the thin mattress or because her son is not around, Ya can't sleep well over and over, but her daughter sleeps soundly.

Yami was confused until dawn, and found that her feet were not yet warm. Every winter, Ya's feet are always cold, even if you soak your feet in hot water before going to bed, it won't take long to get to bed, and then it will drop to cold again. She wanted her husband to warm her feet, but her husband suddenly threw a piece of ice into a fire and pushed it away in annoyance, so Ya had to curl up and shrink in the quilt, so that her son's body temperature could be transmitted to her.

The sister of a classmate once said to her: Men are fire, even little boys have firepower. Perhaps, although the youngest son always likes to kick the quilt, he still feels warm when he sleeps.

When I didn't have a family, I had to turn on the electric blanket when I went to bed at night in winter. The electric blanket is turned on high-end, and it will make you uncomfortably hot for a while, so you have to turn it off, and after a while, you will feel cold again. It's not very warm to turn on the low gear either.