I didn't suddenly want to make ginger noodles, but because, I had ginger noodles in my dream last night, ginger noodles are my father's favorite thing to eat in the cold winter, he said that if you eat some ginger noodles in cold weather, the blood will boil.

Dad has always been a passionate man, but this dream made me see another side of my dad that I had never seen.

It was a forest that I had never seen before, undulating, with a faint dwelling hidden in the corner of the eaves...... Isn't this a sub-ruin? My dreams are unpredictable, but they never leave this place.

I looked around, and the other places were indeed different from the sub-ruins, there were no clean and quiet lanes here, and there were no smooth and beautiful courtyard walls, and there were scattered houses and courtyards scattered on the undulating original slopes, of different sizes, old and new.

As I walked forward, there was a large slight slope in front of me, and there were no trees around the slope, but there was a big mushroom-like tree at the top of the slope, and there was a very large and beautiful sunset hanging in the hole next to the big tree, and it seemed that I could reach out and touch its warmth.

A boy leaned back against a tree pole, his head slightly bowed, his shoulders slightly moving, as if he was busy with some work in hand.

I watched for a while, but the boy didn't stop, and I walked around in front of him, curious to see what he was up to.

He lowered his head, sweat oozed from his forehead, and there were many scraps of bamboo leaves scattered around his legs, as well as tools such as carving knives and scissors, and in his hand he held a bamboo-green bamboo leaf butterfly, which was almost braided - although this butterfly was not delicate and realistic, but it was very thoughtful, and the middle of the wings was specially thinned, so that it would be very beautiful when it was light. After braiding his wings, the boy raised his head and looked at the butterfly at the setting sun, and I could see his face clearly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a hard nose, pursed lips, and a frowning brow that looked serious, although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, he looked like he had gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

His appearance and expression are a miniature version of Yan Cuo.

Because Yan is wrong and the bamboo butterfly in the envelope, did you have this dream? I'm a little baffled.

It turns out that Yan Cuo can also weave bamboo products, but he is still young, and it is normal for him not to be delicate. How much do I know about him?

Xiao Yan mistakenly examined the bamboo butterfly in her hand, took it back and seriously readjusted the butterfly wings-

And then—

He took out a cloth bag from his bosom, opened it carefully, the cloth bag was shiny, there were many crystal beads, he spread the cloth bag flat on the ground, twisted the long tentacles of the bamboo butterfly, and began to thread the beads into the tentacles—

This butterfly—

Could this butterfly be the withered butterfly caught in the letter—Yan Cuo made it up himself?

He dressed very carefully, five on the left, five on the right, and finally another, and he took the extra bamboo thread and threaded it between the eyes of the butterfly.

Eleven beads, five on the left and right, and one in the middle.

But the one in the envelope, the five on the left, the six on the six, is different.

Eleven beads, what do you mean? Why do you have to wear eleven one, isn't ten just right, just perfect and perfect.

After weaving the butterfly, Xiao Yancuo's face did not have a happy expression, he looked into the distance with a heavy heart, and the butterfly was gently placed in the palm of his hand, and from time to time he uneasily dipped the water from the bowl on the side and sprinkled it on it to keep the bamboo leaves fresh.

He's waiting for someone?

I couldn't help but sit next to him, maybe only this moment could we sit side by side quietly and plainly, like a brother and sister who had grown up together since childhood, and this thought actually touched me.

I turned my head to look at this younger brother who had been treating me coldly since he appeared, looking at his immature face at the moment with the same heavy expression as a few years later, I couldn't help but want to ask, Xiao Yancuo, what are you worried about? is still so young, Dad should still be alive, you have him to protect you from the wind and rain, why do you frown at a young age?

Xiao Yancuo seemed to hear my heart, suddenly let out a long sigh, put down the bamboo butterfly, leaned his head on the trunk, and at this moment his face was no longer serious and irritable, but full of sadness and loss.

I looked at it with my head tilted, why did I have such an expression again?

I stared at him earnestly, unscrupulously, without worrying about his fierce eyes and cold glare, and then I also noticed his ears, which were normal, and the sides of my hair were combed up, revealing normal, clean ears—

I was looking at his ears, and his ears moved, like ears to the wind, up and down, as if he was very smart and sensitive, and it was very funny.

Xiao Yan seemed to hear something, quickly picked up the bamboo butterfly, stood up and walked towards the path on the original side.

I looked up and saw a tall figure at the end of the path slowly moving this way. The person he was waiting for, coming?

Xiao Yan took a few wrong steps, and suddenly stopped again, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, sat on the stone on the side of the road, staring at the figure on the road in the distance, obviously very nervous, but why did he hesitate again?

The figure is getting closer and closer, framing the outline of the field that I am familiar with, and I have tears in my eyes, this is the scene of the reunion I have imagined countless times, the sunset path, and my father returns with a smile on his face and a colorful glow in the sky-

Xiao Yancuo is also waiting for her father to come back-

Just like when I was a child, when I waited for my father to come back from a business trip, I would run to him, screaming that my father would throw himself into his arms, and my father would laugh and pick me up with all his might, and spin in many circles in the air—

"Where have you been?!" Xiao Yancuo's indifferent questioning shattered the beauty of all memories.

The glint of excitement in Daddy's eyes suddenly went out, making him look several years older. He quietly moved the bamboo basket in his hand behind him, he was very haggard, not at all like the strong and mighty father I remembered, with a face full of stubble, sunken eyes, and white frost in his ears. At this time, my father should not be in his forties.

Xiao Yan saw that the bamboo basket seemed to think of something, her silent eyes flashed sadness and resentment, and her tone became more dissatisfied, but she tried her best to suppress her anger, and said, "Mother has been looking for you, you-you are still like this." Today is my mother's birthday, can't you stop for a while?! ”

Daddy's face was full of wordless pain, and he lowered his head in silence - at this moment, I think Dad is so weak, why don't you explain? Why is it such an expression?

Xiao Yan clenched her teeth, her nostrils opened slightly, she was out of breath, and she glared at her father angrily, and the two of them were silent.

He carefully took out the bamboo butterfly from his arms, stuffed it into his father's rough hand, and threw down a sentence: "Take it and give it to your mother." ”

Dad was stunned, Xiao Yancuo had already run away angrily, Dad looked down at the bamboo butterfly in his palm, stroked the eleven beads carefully strung on it, seemed to understand what they represented, and silent tears crossed his resolute face.

After a while, I couldn't find where Xiao Yan had gone wrong, and I looked at my father, who was diametrically opposed to my impression, Daddy, have you had a bad time in the past ten years since you left?

Dad carefully placed the bamboo butterfly in the empty basket and walked towards the forest with a slightly hunched back.

We came to a house, which was very clean, not exquisite, but it was carefully dotted everywhere, and a chimney was smoking hot, and the smell of sweet ginger candy wafted from it.

Is anyone cooking ginger soup?

Dad pushed open the fence door, the little bell on the door rang, and immediately there was a sound of footsteps in the house, and a woman came out of it, she was wearing a coarse linen plain dress, tied a scarf, her hair was wrapped in linen to the back of her head, and a few strands of hair were scattered on her beard, and her goose egg face looked very kind, her slightly curved smiling eyes were very sweet, and her face and hair were pitiful, the only fly in the ointment was that her walking figure was slightly lame, as if her legs and feet were not very neat.

Time seems to have stopped, is this woman Yan Cuo's mother and father's wife in another country?

I often imagine what kind of woman makes my father can't come back, what kind of face will make my father abandon us, my mother is already a charming city, will there be a more beautiful woman than her? But this woman was completely beyond my expectations, her appearance was not glamorous and stunning, and she couldn't compare with her mother anywhere, but she had something that her mother didn't have, that is, a smile-

Although her face was very pale and the wrinkles between her eyes were deep, that smile made everything very bright, this smile was very unique, it was like a spring breeze, my father liked women who loved to laugh, and he often taught me that if you face everything with a smile, everything will become easier.

This woman, I can't laugh, I'd rather she be a sharp character, so that at least I can blame her for everything, but she looks so approachable, simple and kind, and most importantly - her legs, are lame-

The woman had already come over to help her father take off her exposed coat, and her handkerchief wiped her father's face, carefully and carefully, for fear of missing some dust, and said gently: "Are you back?" ”

Dad silently took a step back and gave the basket in his hand to the woman.

The woman looked at the basket, and for a moment I felt that she was very sad and lost, but her expression did not change at all, her eyes were still smiling, and her lips were raised, but what made me feel sad? Her soul?

Dad tapped on the belly of the basket and pointed to the woman.

The woman raised her eyes, looked into the belly of the basket, smiled deeply, and quickly took out the bamboo butterfly in the basket like a little girl who found honey, and said with a smile: "Did you give it to me?" She stroked the beads on her tentacles and said happily, "Brother Yan still remembers......"

Dad gently rubbed her shoulders and walked into the house, he was running away from the woman's thanks, because the bamboo butterfly was not made by him, and he couldn't bear that grateful look.

The woman followed behind and said: "I cooked ginger noodles, and the hen eggs are very big today, so I will beat a few more and put them in the soup - this Xiaoyu, just now said that she was going to eat half a pot, and the noodles were not cooked, so she rushed to eat a few bites, and there was no one down there." ”

Xiaoyu? Who is Xiaoyu? Do they have other children?

Dad frowned slightly, turned his head and pointed somewhere outside the house.