There seemed to be a lot of voices echoing in his ears, and the noise made Zhou Xiaoyun's head hurt. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

Stop arguing!

She shouted, but she opened her mouth, but there was no sound at all, and her throat hurt like fire.

At this time, a large hand lifted her head and fed her mouth a few mouthfuls of water, and she couldn't help but swallow it. It was put down again, and the quilt was under his nose.

Next to it was the voice of two people: "The big girl has a really bad fever, and she hasn't recovered for two days, so let's let Dr. Feng come to the house to take a look." ”

"Okay, I'll go now."

Father! Mom!

The voice was very familiar, it was the voice of Mom and Dad, and it was a little unfamiliar, and it seemed to be much younger. Wait a minute......

Big girl! Isn't that her nickname? Before she went to school, she was always called Da Ya, and the name she took when she was eight years old when she was in the first grade, Zhou Xiaoyun. Could it be that she is really back to the age of six?

Zhou Xiaoyun was a little confused, but he couldn't lift his mental thinking, so he had to fall asleep in a drowsy state.

I don't know how long she slept, but she felt someone wipe her sweat, someone gave her medicine, and then she pricked her ass for a while.

She was finally able to open her eyes.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at the roof in a daze. Since I was a child, every family had a straw house, and when I was ten years old, my family built a tiled house. By the time she was eighteen years old, her family had built a small two-story building out of a patchwork piece.

As far as the eye can see, there is a wood-woven roof, a low roof. There wasn't even an electric light, and there was a kerosene lamp lit on the table.

At this time, Zhou Xiaoyun remembered in a trance that the village was only connected to electricity when he was seven years old.

Zhou Xiaoyun slowly sat up from the bed and looked at his childhood home that had long been blurred in his memory.

In addition to the kitchen and toilet, there are three main rooms in the house. One of them is equivalent to a living room, with a long table of eight immortals and a few chairs. Mom and Dad lived in the house to the east, and my sister was not yet two years old and was still sleeping with them.

And she and her brother Zhou Dongliang and younger brother Zhou Xiaobao live in this west house. The small room has two beds removed, and there is not much space left. There was a small crooked table by the door, which was where my brother did his homework.

Zhou Xiaoyun slept on the small bed by the window and heard the laughter of children outside. After a while, his brother Zhou Dongliang broke in and shouted, "Big girl, you're awake!" ”

looked at the miniature version of Zhou Zhiliang in front of him, a sweatshirt made of cotton, a pair of pants made of cloth, and cloth shoes with two small holes on his feet. There were mud marks on the left and right sides of his face, his hair was short, and there was a little snot under his nose, and he wiped it with his sleeve nonchalantly. As a result, it was not wiped clean, and some of the snot was wiped on the face.

"Da, Dabao," this is the milk name of the eldest brother when he was young, and it is only after he becomes an adult that these names gradually stop shouting. Her eldest girl's name was called until she was fifteen or sixteen years old, "I'm so hungry!" ”

"Mom, the big girl is awake, crying hungry!"

Dabao is only nine years old, three years older than Zhou Xiaoyun, and is now in the first grade.

It's summer vacation now, and I've been playing crazy outside for a long time, and I'm hungry, but my sister is sick, and the family is busy, and no one calls for dinner. At this time, when I saw my sister wake up, I was very happy, and I thought that I could finally eat.

Seeing that Dabao went out, Zhou Xiaoyun tried to get up and put on a much smaller cloth shoe, and felt much better. It's just that my head is a little dizzy, and my stomach is growling with hunger.

Zhou Xiaoyun remembered that he had always been in good health when he was a child, unlike his younger brother Xiaobao, who was always sick. The only serious time was when I was six years old, I had a high fever, and it took three days to get better.

It turned out that she was really back to the year she was six years old.

There was only one dressing mirror at home, and she couldn't see what she looked like now.

Stretched out his hand and looked at it, his thin little hand, looking towards his legs, two thin legs like small bamboo poles. The clothes on his body are a little big, the blouse dragged down to the thighs, and the pants were rolled up, which should be the clothes of Zhou Xiaoxia, the cousin of the uncle's family.

Just as Zhou Xiaoyun was looking at herself, her mother Zhao Yuzhen walked in.

Zhao Yuzhen saw Zhou Xiaoyun standing on the side of the bed stupidly, and pulled her over: "Big girl, are you better!" ”

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at the young mother, felt like a dream for a while, and replied casually: "It's better, Mom." ”

At this time, Zhao Yuzhen was just in her early thirties, and although she was a rural woman, she was quite beautiful. It's very different from the wrinkles on your face in your fifties.

"Let's eat."

Zhao Yuzhen pulled Zhou Xiaoyun, who didn't know where his soul had flown to, to dinner.

When I got to the kitchen, the lights were still on, and the small dining table was already full of family members. Father Zhou Guoqiang is only thirty-four years old, upright and in the prime of life.

Dabao was impatient with hunger, and had already secretly stuffed a mouthful of bread into his mouth.

His younger brother Xiaobao is only one year younger than him, five years old this year, frail and sickly, and relatively short.

My sister's name is Zhou Xiaoyue, but at this time she must be called Er Ya.

Thinking of these vulgar nicknames called by his brothers and sisters, Zhou Xiaoyun secretly laughed in his heart, it was difficult to be a father who graduated from elementary school, and he couldn't come up with any nice names. Brother's well-known Zhou Zhiliang is the name of his deceased grandfather?

There were no dishes for dinner, a few pickles, a few baked cakes, and a big pot of corn porridge, which was the family's dinner. Zhou Xiaoyun secretly looked at Dabao, he could eat one and a half of such pancakes in one meal, his appetite has always been good, no matter what, he will eat a stomach.

Xiaobao's amount of rice was much smaller, so he ate half a bowl of porridge and stopped eating a few bites of bread.

Erya had just been weaned, and the words were still not very clear, and the rice bowl was obviously not porridge, but a poached egg with some noodles.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't get used to eating dinner like this, so he reluctantly ate a few bites, drank some porridge, and stopped chopsticks when his stomach stopped growling.

Dabao's laughter at the dinner table, Xiaobao's shouting, Erya's crying, Zhou's father's scolding, and Zhou's mother's persuasion are like a symphony. The feeling that I haven't experienced for many years is spreading in Zhou Xiaoyun's body, and the blood is thicker than water! At this moment, the dim lights and low rooms can't resist the warmth.