The dragon sleeping boy got out of the car and said goodbye to Ye Zi and Uncle Ye. He turned and walked to the door.

Iron General guards the door.

The dragon sleeping boy has a sense of loss.

He took the key out of his bag and opened the door and entered the house. Everything is still the same at home. What it was like when it left, and what it is still like now.

Parents didn't come back at all?

I was looking forward to reuniting with them during the Chinese New Year, it turned out to be just a dream.

Where are they? Why don't you come back for the Spring Festival?

Spending the Spring Festival in other places, lonely and lonely, where is there a lively and warm home?

That family conflict, the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated? They still haven't healed the wounds in their hearts?

Is there such a weak sense of family in their hearts? Have they forgotten that there is an old man?

The father was the initiator. If so, then I really kind of hate him? Did he really ignore our mother and son? Is it really so hateful?

Why didn't my mother come back? She used to care so much about my studies and life, but now she doesn't care about it? She is out of town, can she feel at ease?

If the father comes back and confesses his mistake to the mother, will the mother forgive the father?

Will the father admit his mistake?

They won't even come back for the Spring Festival, how can the emotional cracks be reunited? Where will this family survive?

The dragon boy strode through the room, his thoughts heavy. It took him half a day to recover, and he felt that the house was full of musty smell, so he hurriedly opened the window. I saw a thick layer of dust on the floor, on the table, on the sofa, on the sheets, and even on the pot. Where the wall turns, there are even cobwebs in many places. It's just a cold winter, and there are no spiders crawling.

The dragon boy took off his coat and hung it on the door, then found a rag and wiped them one by one, and then swept the floor again. Some things, he rearranged them again. Until he himself felt more satisfied.

This was rarely the case before. In the past, he mainly studied and went out for activities, such as collecting firewood, digging wild vegetables, picking tea, and working in the fields, and did everything, but rarely cleaned at home. His mother loved cleanliness and was industrious, and she wouldn't let him do any of these things.

After being busy for a while, I felt that my body was a little hot. He wanted to boil some water to drink, but when he thought about it, his grandmother was still looking forward to his return. I should rush over as soon as possible, so that they don't worry or worry. When I was in Jiangcheng, I was busy from morning to night, and I went back late, so I didn't call them, which really shouldn't have been.

I'm fine with the past now. Now and in the past, it must have been a surprise for them, and they were overjoyed.

The boy put on his coat, took out the red envelopes that had been prepared in advance and had been placed in his schoolbag, stuffed them into the mezzanine of his cotton clothes, dressed neatly, locked the door, and set off.

My grandmother's Taoyuan Village is only one-third of the way from Longmian Mountain, and a 40-minute walk from the mountain country road connects the two villages. Although it is a small road, the car is still open. On both sides of the path, the trees are thick, and they are still dotted with staggered snow.

Taoyuan Village, the name is not well-known, but in the Qing Dynasty, there was a great writer Fang Bao, who was a representative of the "Tongcheng School" who dominated the Chinese literary scene for more than 200 years with Laotong County as the core. There are also a few so-called ruins of the buds left here for the few tourists who come to see it.

The people in the village are accustomed to it, and they have diluted the concept of being proud of it. They all went out to work, leaving behind some old, weak, sick and disabled women to talk about culture.

Walking into Taoyuan Village, several children stood at the entrance of the village setting off firecrackers. They took out firecrackers one by one from their pockets, blew a puff of incense, lit them, and threw them into the sky in the distance. Crackling, clicking, deafening.

Some friends recognized the dragon sleeping boy. In the past, when the Longmian boy lived at his grandmother's house, he took them to play. Someone shouted: Brother boy, will you put one?

How could the dragon sleep kid have the heart to play with them, and now, he is also older, it seems inappropriate to play this. He waved at them and went straight to his grandmother's house.

From a distance, the boy saw his wife sitting at the door basking in the sun. The boy who stared at him first didn't dare to confirm, and when he approached, the wife stood up excitedly and shouted: My kid.

The boy threw himself into the mother-in-law's arms, hugged her and did not speak. The lady wore a thick cotton jacket, and the whole person looked like a winter bodhisattva.

The wife shouted at the house: My boy is back, I said he will come back, you don't believe it, what has just started, work is important, it is difficult to ask for leave, it is all.

The lady nagged.

The woman turned around, took the hand of the dragon sleeping boy, and walked into the house together. Her little feet were bumping and bumping.

Grandma is marinating the tofu on the shelf in the living room. When I saw the dragon boy in Longmian, I immediately stood up, which was really pleasantly surprised.

The dragon boy didn't see his grandfather. He must have gone out to kill pigs.

Grandma blurted out: What about your mother?

The dragon boy was speechless.

When I ran away from home, I went to find my mother. Now it's good that not only did I not see my mother, but I didn't even know where she was, and I didn't even know anything from her. Grandma must have missed her mother, so she asked.

Longmian kid "I, me, I" didn't know how to answer.

The wife began to complain. Who is complaining, of course it's not the dragon sleep kid. She didn't have time to hold the dragon boy in her hands.

She said: They forgot about us, they don't want us anymore, okay, my kid is here, my kid represents them, on behalf of the whole family of Dragon Village, forget it, forget it, we forget them, and we don't want them.

The words that the grandmother said in her mouth naturally refer to the parents of the Longmian boy, that is, the Longyintai and Yang Xue couples.

It's Chinese New Year. They hated not to come back. The grandmother was right.

There was a fire in the living room. Warm.

The dragon boy took off his coat and helped his grandmother with the work. The wife was distressed and persuaded him to rest. The boy pushed the woman to the stove to rest. The woman grinned toothlessly.

In the evening, my grandfather came home. Seeing the dragon sleeping boy, he was naturally happy. He didn't see his daughter, and he looked very lost. The feeling of loss is not easy to show in front of the mother-in-law and wife.

Longmian Boy's mother, Yang Xue, is the only child of his grandfather Yang Xiong and grandmother Li Youhua. In the mountainous countryside, when they need to do farm work, they only have one daughter, how can they come back?

It turned out that after my grandmother gave birth to Yang Xue, she fell ill. When the disease was cured, the doctor told her that she would not be able to have children in the future. In this way, Yang Xue became the only seedling of their family, and she was the pearl in the palm of her hand.

Now that Yang Xue is running away in a bad mood and won't come back for the New Year, can they be in a good mood?

In the evening, the family eats around the fire. Yang Xiong is used to eating some wine. He said to the dragon boy "Do you want to eat some of it?"

At the beginning of the words, the dragon boy and the wife immediately objected. The dragon boy smiled at his grandfather. Yang Xiong had no choice but to make a helpless expression and drink to himself.

After eating, the dragon boy chatted with his wife for a while, and then helped his wife to rest. She has a habit of going to bed early.

The boy remembered that the chair that his wife was sitting on during the day was still outside, so he opened the door to move.

To his surprise, the sun was still shining at noon, and the wife was still basking in the sun outside, turning cloudy in the afternoon, but now it was as if the wind was wrapped in goose feathers and heavy snow to swallow him. The wind swept into the living room, blowing the fire in the stove even brighter. Grandma hurriedly got up and closed the door.

The boy snatched back the mother-in-law's chair and closed the door with his grandmother.

Grandpa drank wine and sat on an old couch watching TV. He said to himself: It's snowing, I'm at home to spend the New Year with my kid when it snows, whoever calls, I won't go, Xue'er and her mother, do you say yes.

Grandma was busy washing dishes and other things and ignored him. When my grandfather was drinking, my grandmother was always like this.

This day is the end of this kiss. In one more day, it will be the New Year.