Thinking of this, Sun Xiaohong smiled heartily. The time of childhood is a wordless book, with countless stories and experiences that cannot be remembered. For a growing child, no matter from which angle to understand and analyze, it is perfect.

Once upon a time, it was a word that has changed over time, but it has left Sun Xiaohong with many unforgettable memories. Thinking of the past time, Sun Xiaohong's heart will be surging, and her thoughts will surge. At that time, every spring, Sun Xiaohong and the children in the village would come to the grass pond in groups carrying bamboo baskets and digging mother-in-law, willow wormwood sprouts, and koji hemp cabbage. When I go home, I have to pick a lot of horse lotus and fine horse lotus, and then sit under the willow tree at the gate of the courtyard to weave horse lotus stacks, and I will weave them for several hours, and even forget to eat.

However, that simple time, like silent footsteps, walked slowly, but as it walked, it never returned. Some of the girls who grew up with her went to the city to work, some went to study in the middle school in the city, and some even got married prematurely because of family reasons. However, what she remembers the most is a family surnamed Yang in the west of the village, there is a girl named Xiaobo in the family, who is very sensible, one year older than Sun Xiaohong. Her misfortune really made Sun Xiaohong unforgettable.

Bob is a very smart kid and a kid who has gone through ups and downs. She has had congenital heart disease since she was a child, her lips are purple, and her fingers and toes are purple. In Sun Xiaohong's memory, this child always walks slowly, and she never dares to do strenuous exercises at home, such as swinging in the yard. When others are playing, she will watch from a distance, not daring to approach anyone, for fear of being knocked down and never able to get up again.

Because she was sick, she looked at the outside world through the glass window of her home every day, and she watched intently, as if one of her hearts had flown up to the white clouds and gone far away with the wind. She doesn't cry or talk, but she's surprisingly quiet, suffocatingly quiet. She is so sensible, she sits for a day, she doesn't say anything for a day, and she always smiles when she sees people. Her vivid smiling face seems to have written the sorrow and desolation of life.

Xiaobo also has many relatives, but only her father has been taking care of her. Her dad was an honest veteran, he was very clean, and he cleaned the house every day before going out to do things. After her two older brothers and two older sisters got married, they all lived alone. Her mother was very beautiful, but she cheated when she was young, because her father couldn't control her, and then she simply disappeared. Sometimes, Xiaobo also misses her mother, but her mother only cares about her own merry and happy life, and she may have forgotten all about her.

Xiaobo does not always sit in the house, or in the summer dusk, she will be like some old people in the village, carrying a small bench, staggering to the gate of the courtyard and sitting down, and then put her elbows on her knees, blink those bright eyes, and look at the sky for a long time, as if she saw the dim moonlight, like a gently rocking boat, with her many good wishes, all the way to her simple world, slowly stopping in the depths of her heart.

On the opposite side of the alley is a primary school, when Xiaohong passed by the door of Xiaobo's house every day after school, she had to stop, squat next to Xiaobo, and then take out the books from her schoolbag, point to them and tell her what she had learned today. Xiaobo listened quietly, what Xiaohong taught her, she would do. She once said to Xiaohong very innocently: "The medicine my father gave me is bitter, but I am not afraid at all." Dad promised me that when I got better, I would be able to go to school with you! She also told Xiaohong that the doctor told her that as long as she survived her illness through the age of 30, she would get better!

Xiaobo is always so optimistic, rarely see her sadness, but she also has bad days, her saddest days are the scorching summer and the cold winter. Every year when it comes to the coldest and hottest time, she will sit quietly at home, panting breathlessly, with a dropper hanging on her neck all day long, trapped on the kang head, motionless, like a dying patient, looking at the desolation of people's hearts.

I don't remember what year it was, Sun Xiaohong only remembered that when Xiaobo died, it was a late autumn night, when she was only thirteen years old, and she had just waved goodbye to her childhood. She died in the middle of the night, and her eyes were still open, with reluctance and anticipation. She walked in such a hurry that she didn't even see the warm sunshine of the morning, and no one saw her farewell except her father.

Probably because she was afraid of the cold when she was alive, her father wrapped her body in a thick quilt, carried her to the western slope not far from the village, dug a deep pit in the earth, and buried her in it. The next morning, when the people of the village passed by, they all silently raised their heads and looked blankly at the newly raised lonely grave on the hillside, and they all felt sorry and regretful for what had happened to her.

For life, people are the most fragile animals. Without health and life, no matter how good the way to survive is, it is an illusion. Back to reality, Sun Xiaohong silently let out a sigh of emotion.

The carriage walked quickly, Sun Xiaohong retracted the memories of the horses, she looked at the vast rice field in front of her, and her heart was melancholy. The world has changed so fast that it is not what it used to be, and people have to find ways to adapt in order to grow.

Just like the current grass pond, it has been reclaimed little by little by far-sighted people and turned into boundless rice fields. Here the horse lotus is gone, the reeds are gone, the swarthy smiling faces under the sun are gone, and even the slightest memory of childhood is gone.

Life itself is nothing immutable, time is changing, people are changing, even the living environment around us is changing, it can become familiar, it can also become strange, just like life, so short a few decades, even if you do not compromise with fate, there are birth, old age, sickness and death without exception.

Sun Xiaohong sat in the carriage with an expressionless face, quietly looking at the rapidly retreating woods and fields, and her heart couldn't help but think of her own situation again. She lowered her head, thinking about the past, and thinking about the present, and her heart was full of endless melancholy.

"Xiaohong, don't be too discouraged, others like to say what they like, and you still have to think carefully about your own affairs. Your mother and I have no skills in our lives, except for being able to work, we don't have any backing. I've discussed it with your mother, and if you continue to consume it like this, wouldn't it be too serious? If you don't want to trust people anymore and find a way, what about you, you should go to the city to review and go to the city to review, right? In these days, farming requires culture, and if you don't go to school when you're young, how can it work? ”

Sun Guodong sat on the wheel and didn't look back, he just raised the whip in his hand and said calmly. His words quickly pulled Sun Xiaohong's thoughts back to reality from those boundless fantasies.

"Dad, you don't have to worry about me, isn't it good for me to be like this? You and your mother are so busy every day, your grandparents are so old, your younger brothers and sisters are small, and you don't have to take care of yourself at home, how can you do it? Dad, I don't go to the city to review, and I don't regret it. Maybe I wasn't born to study, even if I waste more time and don't succeed, it's a waste of effort, you and your mother don't worry about me all day long. Now that I've decided not to repeat my studies, don't think too much about it. Sun Xiaohong blurted out without even thinking about it, and her eyes slowly darkened.

"Xiaohong, don't think too much. Don't look at your third aunt and Da Yan's gossip, it won't work. This book, we still have to read it; The road has to be walked by yourself, and no one can replace it. We still have to go to this study, and we still have to read books; No matter how hard and tired your mother and I are, we won't be bad for you this year. Listen to Dad, you better go! With me and your mother here, you don't have to worry about it. There are few people in our family who have studied since their ancestors, if you read well, your mother and I don't see that there is no money, even if we smash pots and sell iron, we can afford you. Let's not ask for anything else, don't steam steamed buns and fight for breath! Dad's tone was very firm, like a reassuring pill, which gave Sun Xiaohong a lot of encouragement. A warm current surged into her heart, and Sun Xiaohong's eyes moistened.

"Dad, what are you talking about? It's not about getting angry with anyone. I've thought about it, I'll stay at home for a while for the time being, and now that the policy is so good, maybe I'll have an opportunity sometime! I will not throw away the knowledge in books, I am at home, while working, reading books, killing two birds with one stone, once I encounter an opportunity, it can also come in handy. Sun Xiaohong said confidently.

"To work is to work, to learn is to learn, and this mind is indispensable. You pedal two boats like this, go to Jiangbei for a while, and go to Jiangnan for a while, can you do it? Isn't that? Sun Guodong said and turned back, he glanced at Sun Xiaohong with suspicion, and let out a long sigh. He turned his head, raised the long whip in his hand vigorously, and threw a loud sound in the air, as if to vent the depression in his heart.

Seeing him like this, Xiaohong didn't speak, she slowly raised her head, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and lost her mind. An eagle, majestically flying from afar, hovering low, let out a piercing scream, this desolate voice, suddenly sounded, reverberated clearly in the air, as if a dull echo, blocked a place in Sun Xiaohong's heart, instantly unblocked, she lowered her hands, tears fell in the morning fog of Qingming, and she was gone.

She knew that it would be easier said than done for a person who had fallen and fallen to pieces.