"Big girl" Mama Li walked into the room, pushed open the window, and let the cold fresh air blow in. Liu Zhi didn't comb his hair, his eyelids were a little swollen, and he curled up in the corner of the bed silently, which was very different from the lively and refreshing little girl in the past. Mother Li sighed, although she said that her Lao Tzu's actions hurt her heart this time, but after all, it was Lao Tzu, how could this child be so tough.

Li's mother sat on the edge of the bed with a small plaque basket for her own work, humming Jiangnan tunes while twisting patterns while accompanying her, and everyone would cut some flower paper during the Chinese New Year. Mother Li hummed: "The grass blooms and bears peonies, and the peony lady wants to marry; Sister Pomegranate is a matchmaker, and she marries in the peach garden; Married in the plum garden. ”

Mama Li cut a pair of swallows out of red paper, and cut a pair of carp and handed them to the willow branches, which are quite simple. Watching the willow branches lying on the pillow and squirming through the paper-cutting, Mama Li smiled and continued to hum and cut. "Don't cry, eat cold porridge when you're hungry; Salted duck eggs, sauce meat, Xiao Nan will cry after eating. ”

The bright light and gentle tone flowed in the house, as if in childhood, I took a bath in the courtyard in the summer, and Li's mother sang a song to fan herself, and pointed to the Milky Way in the sky and guessed the names of the stars; The mother sat on the side and watched with a smile, and the father would pick up the watermelon that had been spewing in the cold water for a day and cut it, and asked the family to eat it.

How good it was at that time, how kind my father was, and how happy I was. Liu Zhi thought stupidly, there was no Brother Koharu at that time, was it wrong for him? Shouldn't he be in his own life?

Mother Li cut the melon field for another summer, a little mouse climbed on the melon and dragged the melon vine to steal the melon, with all fours facing the sky, looking very funny, the willow branch looked at it for a long time, and the corners of his mouth were upturned.

A few lotus flowers, a small canopy, and a boy holding a small canopy.

Tick, then another drop, and the red of the paper slipped onto the pillow. Liu Zhi touched the paper-cutting, if there was no Brother Xiaochun, there would be no himself, he would have already slept at the bottom of the Qingshui River. He was so good to himself, even though he had nothing, he gave himself everything he could.

Thinking about how he walked through the snowy fields in winter, just to see himself; He knew that his mother disliked him, so he didn't enter the door, and he couldn't even drink a sip of hot water. Every time he smiled and said that I went back, where could he actually go back, wearing the stars and the moon, and the tiles under the sky covered him.

Twig, you're so nice. His tender voice rang in his ears. In fact, he was not good to him, and he didn't want to think about his situation before, and he was deeply sad. But no matter how sad he is now, how can he compare to the last picture of the Texas capital, his pale and painful face, just looking at himself like he will never see him again.

The willow branch lay on the pillow and wept silently. Mama Li put down the scissors and hugged her, sighed, and was finally able to cry.

Mama Li's warm and rough hand touched her back: "That's your father, you can't be angry with yourself for an outsider." Well, if you do this again, you won't be able to get along with your body. ”

"I just can't figure it out." The willow branch has a small voice, like a little spark floating in the black water, and it will be extinguished in an instant. She couldn't figure it out, she was also an orphan, why Lu Xiyue was the little son, and Li Chun was the wild seed; Why is Lu Xiyue so good, Li Chun will definitely do evil.

Mother Li gave her a spine at once, she was willing to speak, as for why she asked, the sky is still missing horns, where is everything fair in this world. Li's mother only hugged her like a child, and comforted her with ten fingers of different lengths, and people's hearts are naturally long.

"No one's father or mother would be happy to see their daughter die or live for a man. Look at yourself like this, which one does your father blame Li Chun? So you have to be good, your dad likes it. You have to keep him in mind, in two years you will both be older, talk to your father and mother, maybe it will still be possible. ”

Li's mother is several years younger than Li's, only in her early thirties this year, and her family originally had a few acres of thin fields, and she could still get by. She is not a man, the farm work is not good, the grass in the field is higher than the seedlings, and she is also addicted to drinking and gambling, Li's mother's dowry and the family's fields are gradually turned into water, and finally she took her five-year-old sister to the town and sold it to a passing merchant, and when Li's mother came crying, she disappeared for a long time, and it was useless to tear up with the man. Within two years, her man quarreled with others because of gambling money, and was beaten to death by a few splashes, and Li's mother went to the county to help the helper alone, so she arrived at Liu's house.

Li and Yang in Huashi County are two big surnames, and Li Ma and Li are still in the same ancestral hall. Li's temperament is weak, he can't control people, and the helper has changed several times; Li's mother is capable but can't stand the struggle, she said that she swallowed her anger and endured that her sister was lost, and she didn't want to be angry anymore, so it was just right for two hits. Mother Li's motherly heart with nowhere to put was doubled to the willow branches.

In the sunny year of the year, Liu Wang and Li Rong erected a door panel with two benches in the courtyard, grinding it into a large jar of ink, and cutting it like a hill of red paper. Lu Xiyue's legs were slightly separated, her breath sank into the dantian, and she used her wrist to walk the pen if she had divine help, what "I like to live in a treasure land for thousands of years, and everything is prosperous at home", "Spring is full of flowers in the world, and the four seasons of the Fulin Courtyard are safe", "The wealth is rolling with the spring, and the joy is accompanied by happiness" and wrote more than 20 pieces of blessings and blessings in one breath, before stopping to rub his wrists. The wicker on the side served honey water early, and Xiao Baozi's face was full of admiration: "Brother Yue, you can rest for a while." It is said that wicker perfectly inherited his father's fascination with readers.

In winter, everyone has nothing to do, and any digging out of the mouse hole can cause onlookers, not to mention such a major event as writing Spring Festival couplets. In previous years, I asked a few literate elders in the village to write, and I bought it when I was paying attention to the market, and I heard that the Li family girl who married into the county gave it away for free. A few trembling white-haired old men, old ladies, aunts and cousins also brought stools for them to sit down and watch the excitement.

Write a pair of Li Rong roared "Three dogs, take it" and "Hua Niu, your family is good", with the roll call out of one, and the roll call out one, all of them solemnly held up the Spring Festival couplets with both hands, and took them home like a baby.

"This character is really well written, as handsome as a person" "I heard that this little official is a celestial star and a mortal, and we are also touched by the light of the immortals, and the wind and rain will be smooth in the coming year." ”

The simple praise of the countrymen made Lu Xiyue's ears red, and he was like a crane that fell into a chicken nest, no matter how modest he was, the aura that came with it lingered. Everyone naturally treats him as a distinguished guest rather than relatives and friends, and he is called a little boy and a little official, and he is asked to clip the first chopsticks when he eats. Writing Spring Festival couplets is within his ability, and he is happy to be able to repay these people who have treated him well.

In order to thank Wenqu Xing's Spring Festival couplets, someone sent a basket of eggs, someone brought a piece of bacon, and those in poor condition also stuffed a handful of peanuts and a handful of side dishes. Liu Wang laughed and said, "This is earned by the petty officials themselves." ”

Wicker happily helped him count the eggs: "Brother Yue, it's amazing, there are thirty-one eggs." ”

Really? Will you be amazing? Not long ago, he was still cowering in the cold wind, being blinded, and being said, "I don't know, where is the blackmail, send it to the official." He was so lucky to have met this family.