She is a road idiot who often gets lost, and over time, she has developed a habit of making marks. Fortunately, there was her cloth towel tied along the road on the mountain.

Following the cloth towel, Shi Yiguang ran home with his feet scattered. When I was almost home, the sun was just in the west, and it was not sinking.

She walked out of the mountain and looked at the courtyard of the Shi family on the other side of the bridge. Smoke was curling inside, and it was time to cook.

Shi Yiguang walked across the bridge, first ran to the willow tree, and looked at his yard, where the chickens were clucking and the dried light yarn was floating in the yard.

The evening wind blows the light yarn in the courtyard, and the west is covered with colorful glow. The sun sets, and the small bridge flows.

Shi Yiguang hid behind the willow tree to make sure that there was no one in the yard. Hunched over, he crept into the yard.

The light yarn in the yard was swaying, and Shi Yiguang walked to his own house under the cover of the light yarn.

The hen next to her clucked, and Shi Yiguang walked cautiously.

Suddenly, the yarn was lifted, and Shi Yiguang turned his head, looking at Shi Mu who was staring at him on the other side of the yarn, a little dazed.

Not cooking in the kitchen?

How would she answer?

Shi Yiguang swept his eyes and saw the yarn in Shi's mother's hand. Then he smiled and stood on tiptoe to collect a veil: "I was talking about helping you collect the yarn." After speaking, he yawned: "I've slept for too long, and my body has to move." As he spoke, he held his buttocks and twisted his waist twice, and continued to put it away.

Shi Mu looked at Shi Yiguang who was collecting the veil in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction. Her son, when he grew up, knew to help her with the housework.

Looking at Shi Yiguang, who was busy in front of him, Shi's mother pursed her mouth and pressed the corners of her eyes: "Okay, you help your mother collect the yarn." Mother goes in and cooks for you. ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the stove house.

Shi's father was burning a fire in the stove house, sitting next to the firewood, and when he saw Shi's mother coming in, he looked at her with some red eyes, and was stunned: "What's the matter?" Guang'er you off again? His handsome eyebrows furrowed.

Shi Mu shook her head, with a smile on her face, walked to the stove and lifted the lid of the pot, stirring the stewed broth inside, and said, "Guang'er is sensible now, I will let her rest in the house." Take it over and help me with the housework. ”

"Really?" Father Shi asked as he added firewood to the stove. There was skepticism in his tone.

Shi Mu nodded: "Really." Then he scooped a little broth from the pot and tasted it.

Then put down the lid of the pot: "It's hard for her to stay at home honestly these days, and she hasn't run away with them anymore, unlike before, all the days are wild." Okay, let's put out the fire and extinguish it. ”

"It's been an Ansheng for a few days, and if it stays like this in the future, it's okay." As he spoke, Father Shi pulled out the firewood that was still burning in the stove and inserted it into the ashes below. The extinguished firewood was smoking: "Look at other people's Bing'er, her father is gone, her mother is pulling it alone, look at how well the daughter of the other family teaches?" I often read the books of the sages, and I also know medicine. ”

Shi's mother began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and said: "Bing'er, that child is good, but Guang'er can't sit still, and she doesn't play with her." I like the wild, the wild all day long. Growing so big, neither of them had ever played together. ”

As she spoke, Shi's mother had already prepared the dishes and chopsticks, and walked outside with the dishes.

Shi Yiguang has finished collecting the light yarn. Sit under the eaves and look at the willow trees outside the courtyard.

"Guang'er, help my mother set the table out." Shi Mu looked at the author's Shi Yiguang and said.

Shi Yiguang let out a 'hey', obediently went to the wall and half-dragged the table he was leaning on.

Father Shi came out of the stove house, and when he saw this scene, he walked to Shi's mother with a smile: "It's really a lot better." The water fell excellently. ”

Shi's mother hit him with a crutch: "What are you talking about?" Then he gave him a strange look.

Shi Yiguang pulled over the table, and then set the meal. A table of people gathered around the table and began to eat.

The light of dusk is very warm, the glow is thousands of miles, and half the sky is red. From time to time, a man carrying a hoe or a woman carrying a basket walked by outside the courtyard, passing by the Shi family courtyard and always saying hello.

"Aunt Shi, it's been dinner so early."

"Aunt Wang, come, eat a piece, there is meat!"

Whenever someone passed, Shi's mother and Shi's father beckoned to come to the house for dinner.

"No, our family meal is almost good. We're going to rush back. The villagers always smiled and excused themselves, and then went back to their homes and continued walking.

Shi's mother ate, holding the chicken in the bowl, and put it in Shi Yiguang's bowl from time to time.

"My mother stewed a chicken with you. Eat more, it's good for your body. ”

Shi Yiguang nodded obediently, eating these raw chickens and vegetables without any preservatives and hormones with relish. It's delicious.

When the meal was finished, Shi's father went out to the field as usual.

Shi Yiguang followed Shi's mother to dye the yarn together. She lowered her head and looked at the water in the dye vat, wondering what she was thinking.

Shi Mu was smiling and talking on the side, Shi Yiguang listened, didn't nod, and thought about his own business. After a while, Shi's mother went to the back of the stove with a wooden basin.

"Aunt Shi?!"

While he was stirring the color in the jar, he heard a loud shout from outside the courtyard.

Shi Yiguang paused, turned his head to look out.

A woman about forty years old stood outside the courtyard with her waist crossed, and shouted loudly with an impatient face: "Aunt Shi!" ”

Shi Yiguang tilted his head, looked at her indifferently and shouted at her, and the wooden stick in his hand did not stop.

"Aunt Shi!" The woman shouted several times, and her eyes suddenly fell on Shi Yiguang, who was looking at her leisurely in the courtyard, and her brows were furrowed: "Hey, where is your mother?" ”

Shi Yiguang raised his chin in the stove room, but did not say a word.

"You won't even call me inside?" The woman looked at Shi Yiguang, stared at Shi Yiguang and shouted.

Shi Yiguang turned his head, looked at the unhappy woman, bit the skin at the corner of his lip, and turned back with an indifferent expression.

Shi Yiguang's indifference angered the woman, and her hand with her waist raised and pointed: "Are you deaf?!! I'll let you call you mother! ”

Shi Yiguang didn't look back, leaning against the fence and standing, stirring the veil inside with a leisurely face.

When the woman saw this, she was even more angry, and walked with her feet around the fence to the side of the courtyard.

She walked into the fence where Shi Yiguang was leaning, stretched out her hand from the fence, and slapped Shi Yiguang's head: "I asked you to call your mother, but you didn't hear?!" ”

Shi Yiguang's entire head was slapped forward, and the two buns tied on his head were scattered.

She squeezed the hand of the stirring stick tightly, turned her head, and stared at the woman viciously, her eyes narrowed, and her face showed a fierce light: "You try another one?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was a 'pia', and the back of the head was heavy again. This slap was heavier than the previous one. Shi Yiguang, who was beaten, almost didn't stand firm.

"The little bunny is still glaring at me?!" The woman grinned, and then another slap in the face.

Shi Yiguang, who was beaten, leaned forward with his whole body.

Shi Yiguang looked at the stick in his hand with his head buried, bit his lip, and closed his eyes. There is no fire in my heart, only depression, like a pool of stagnant water.