Mrs. Zhang Shanxian was hoeing in the backyard, and a lot of weeds grew on the ground. Mengmei walked to the field and greeted her: "Auntie is hoeing?"

"yes!" The old lady stood up with the hoe and looked back at her and said, "Here, child."

"Hmm!"

"Go sit in the yard!"

"No, I'll help you hoe the ground!"

"No, let's go to the yard." Mrs. Zhang Shanxian put down the hoe in her hand and took her back to the yard.

Having had enough of playing outside, she pushed open the door and went to the sink to wash her hands. Mengmei looked at her and asked, "This girl is your granddaughter?"

"Hmm!"

"What's her name?"

"Shallow, my eldest daughter's family."

"Oh!"

The corn kernels were hard and hard, and the rabbits chewed them one by one, making a gurgling sound, and they couldn't understand why the rabbits were so hard that they could chew and eat them one by one. After a short while, half a bowl of corn kernels was eaten.

"Grandma, I'll go to the factory and pull some grass for the rabbits."

"Let's go back after lunch."

"I'll come back and eat again."

"Then you come back early."

"Hmm!" As he spoke, he found a basket from the rabbit cage and left the yard.

Mengmei chatted with the two old men for a while and said, "Auntie, our family doesn't have any relatives here, I came today just to recognize you as a godmother, is it okay for Auntie?" ”

"Godmother?" Mrs. Zhang Shanxian was a little surprised when she heard this, she glanced at her wife and said, "Yes, you will be my goddaughter in the future, and my daughter can find her godmother for anything in the future, as long as the godmother can help." ”

"Hmm!" Mengmei and Wang Hanwen listened, and their hanging hearts were put down. Wang Hanwen saw that Mr. Zhang Qingchen's cigarette was finished, so he quickly took out another one and lit it for the old man, and then respectfully handed it to him. Wang Hanwen is a Sven person, he is not good at words, and his wife has the final say in everything at home. This person has a good appearance, a slightly long face, and a height of about 1.8 meters. Mengmei is a middle-aged woman over thirty years old, she is very beautiful, but her skin is slightly yellow, but she still can't hide her deep and beautiful appearance.

The walnut tree in Mr. Zhang Qingchen's yard is particularly stout, although it is a tree, it covers the entire yard area. If this is in summer, sitting under the walnut tree, it is very comfortable and comfortable to enjoy the shade.

Mengmei's child is about two years old, and she snuggles up to Mengmei's side and drinks some boiling water in her mouth. This is the second time they have come to Mr. Zhang Qingchen's house, Mengmei is a sensible woman, she knows that her husband is cowardly by nature, and it is difficult to survive when she comes to this unfamiliar place and does not make some local connections.

A few days ago, she went to the village's house as a guest, and the village's family told her that in this place, Zhang Qingchen's family is a big local family, and they are admired by the locals in terms of connections and power. When she heard this, she made a decision to worship Mrs. Zhang Shanxian as her godmother.

Mrs. Zhang Shanxian is kind and approachable, but she agrees to whatever someone asks. Take in the homeless, the poor, she will give her all her money to help. So wherever she goes, people will greet her respectfully, or come to visit her and Mr. Zhang Qingchen every once in a while.

Qianqian is an arrogant girl, she carries a basket alone and aimlessly searches the factory for cat's eyes and grass. When she reached the second door, the little girl with her pigtails stood beautifully dressed under the tree, still holding a small comb in her hand. When she saw Qianqian coming over, she shouted at Qianqian: "Sister, sister." ”

Asa didn't like her, but she stopped.

"Sister, I'll give you a gift." The little girl walked up to her.

Qianqian was a little surprised, the last time I met this girl, she was fierce, what happened today. She looked at the little girl and didn't know what she was going to do.

"Sister, this little comb is for you." The little girl looked at her and said. "My mom said, let me be friends with you when I meet you again."

"No, you can play with this."

"No, you have to do it." The little girl was very resolute.

"I don't want it, you can play with it yourself!" Qianqian wanted to leave, but the little girl's eyes were resolute and domineering, and if she didn't accept it, she was afraid that it would continue to be consumed.

"No way!" The little girl grabbed her hand and refused to let go.

The two of them pushed for a long time, the little girl insisted on giving it to her, looking at her firm gaze, she was instantly shocked, she had to take the comb in the little girl's hand and say thank you, and walked towards the No. 2 gate of the factory.

Along the way, she couldn't understand why the little girl insisted on giving her beloved little comb to herself, why did she want to be friends with herself when she was so young?

Not long after she left, the little girl got into her father's car and followed her mother home, and this little comb was the only memento she left for this strange sister when she left. The little girl's grandfather passed away, and the family drove back to the remote village of Zhuye to mourn.

Zhuye Village is a well-known place at home and abroad, the local area has a unique scenic spot, and it is also a good place for literati and ink writers to live in seclusion, where the population is sparse, the woods are lush, the mountain stream flows for a long time, and the birds and girls are fragrant.

The little girl's grandfather Jiao Chenguang, her father's name is Jiao Lintian, and her mother's name is Wan'er. His grandfather had joined the local guerrillas before the liberation, but later when he got old, he had been living with his children and wife in the deep mountains and old forests.

Jiao Chenguang's death is somewhat dramatic, local people like to sing and listen to operas, Jiao Chenguang is an old opera fan, just on Saturday afternoon, Jiao Chenguang and a group of old comrades sat in a dilapidated tricycle, they talked and laughed all the way humming opera, Feng Sanyi, who was driving, was careless and the wheels slipped and the tricycle drove under a bridge, the old man Jiao Chenguang fell unconscious on the spot, and died directly on the way to the hospital, and the others just broke a little skin.

Local people privately said that Uncle Jiao didn't go to the theater, but went to die. As the saying goes, the words are not rough, although they are ugly, but that's it.

Jiao Lintian and his party hurried back to Zhuye Village, and the little girl Xuanxuan didn't know what was going on. She said to her mother, "Shall we go back to that factory?" ”

"I can't go back for a while."

"Oh!" Xuanxuan lowered her head, glad that she gave her gift to that sister at the moment of parting, she wanted to be friends with her, but she didn't know when she would be able to go back. Before Jiao Lintian arrived at the village, he heard a group of people at the head of the village crying.

They stopped the car, Jiao Lintian poked her head out, her sister-in-law Xiuxiu turned her head and saw him, and immediately said to everyone: "Lin Tian is back, Shengsheng, Lin Tian is back." ”

Shengsheng is Jiao Lintian's younger brother, and they know that his brother is coming back, so they wait at the head of the village.

"Why are you only back now?"

"I still have some official business to attend to, so I'm back late."

"Everyone in the family has returned, and you are left alone."

As they spoke, they slowly followed Jiao Lintian's car home. Jiao Lintian walked into the house, he walked to the bed where his father was lying, his father's eyes were half-open, and Jiao Lintian shouted: "Dad! Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Jiao Chenguang's eyes were half-open, as if he was still waiting for something.

The second brother next to him said to his brother: "Dad hasn't closed his eyes, just waiting for you to come back." ”

Jiao Lintian silently stared at his dead father and gently closed his father's eyes with his hand.

"When will my father be cremated!" Jiao Lintian asked the people in the family.

"This afternoon!" Shengsheng moved a stool for his brother and said, "I contacted the funeral home in the morning, and we waited until about 2 o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"Oh!" Jiao Lintian walked outside the house, and her mother was sweeping the floor, her expression was gloomy, but she didn't say a word.

Xuanxuan had been by her mother's side, and she remembered her little comb, so she said to her mother, "I gave my little comb to that beautiful sister, she doesn't want it!"

"You're a child's thing, she definitely doesn't want it."

"But I gave it to her anyway."

"Shock people with your domineering eyes, right?"

"Huh!"

"I like that sister."

"Why?"

"Because she's pretty."

Xuanxuan chatted with her mother, she didn't seem to be so sad about her grandfather's death, maybe she was still very young, and what she focused on was also limited. There were intermittent cries in the courtyard.

In such a state, no one is willing to cook, and the neighbor next door saw it in his eyes and called a few people to come to Jiao's house to cook.

On the way, Zhang Bing's younger brother Zhang Han saw Qianqian and followed her with a smile. "You kid, why follow me, go home!" Shallow ordered him.

Zhang Han didn't listen, and still followed her.

"Don't follow me anymore, I'll beat you if you follow me again." looked at Zhang Han shallowly, Zhang Han's face was full of dirty food, and the clothes on his body were also dirty.

Zhang Han stopped when he followed to the second gate of the factory, ignored him lightly, and continued to walk forward with the basket. It's just that her little girl who often stands under the big tree is gone, is she gone, shallow is a little lost, maybe she is leaving, so she insists on giving her beloved little comb to herself, shallow thinking about a burst of guilt in her heart, guilt that she shouldn't be cold every time she sees her, such a small child, when she is leaving, silently give herself a small comb, the more shallow you think about it, the more you regret it, although she and this little girl Pingshui friends, but this little girl in the later transformation, really made her feel guilty, and even guilty for a lifetime.

When Qianqian walked to the family building where Grandpa Liu lived, Mengmei was talking to her daughter on the first floor, she saw Qianqian coming over, so she greeted her from afar, and Qianqian smiled at her and went straight home.

As soon as she walked into the yard, she hurriedly put the basket in front of the rabbit cage, and then divided the fresh grass among the rabbits one by one, she liked to watch the rabbits eat grass the most, and it was probably the happiest thing in the world to pull the grass for them and then watch them graze.