Winter came, and after a few months of coming out, Qian went home for the first time. When the car gradually drove out of the bustling downtown to the quiet countryside, watching the scene in front of me suddenly become deserted, from spotless clean to dirty and dirty, especially on the left and right on the road, the yellow water flowing from the snowdrifts mixed with mud was everywhere, and Qian's mood became extremely lonely, just like the cold winter weather, and the body couldn't help but shiver.

The short city life made her forget her dilapidated home and poor life for a while, and now that she has returned to her place of residence, everything familiar comes into view, and Qian deeply feels the sadness of poverty and poverty and poverty.

In front of me, it was still the dilapidated big tiled house, walking on the dirty potholed ground paved with bricks, Qian was twisted by high heels.

The house was surprisingly quiet, Qian went to see her mother, and when the mother saw that her daughter, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, came back intact, she let go of her worries for many days and showed a rare smile.

The mother was still lying on the kang, covering the old and dirty quilt that could no longer see the patterns, needless to say, the quilt had not been washed for a long time.

My mother's health is even worse, she used to be able to sit up, but now she doesn't even have the strength to sit up.

She was horribly thin, her eyes were sunken deeply, her arms and legs were like four bamboo poles with two thin and two thick, and when she saw her daughter coming back, her mother raised a hand and waved it weakly a few times, and then it hung down, and her hair, which was not yet completely white, was covered with hoarfrost.

When Qian saw her mother in such a situation, her heart was even more desolate. After not seeing her for many days, the mother was eager to know Qian's current situation, and she was always worried about her minor daughter.

Qianqiang held back her tears, barely squeezed out a smile, and said a few words to her mother lightly, and then there was endless silence.

My mother is the only one in the family, and my father and brother have gone out to work and have not returned. It's already noon, and Qian plans to make lunch and go back to the city.

She walked into the kitchen, the kitchen was a mess, unwashed dishes and basins were thrown everywhere, some were placed on the board, some were placed on the stove, and some were on the ground.

The bricks of the floor have been covered with oil stains, stains, and so tightly that your feet are slippery when you walk on them.

The loess wall skin is full of black dust and spots infested with oil stains, and the wall skin has cracked and peeled off in many places because it has not been re-painted with mud and water for a long time.

Qian squatted down to pick up the things on the ground and walked to the board. Rural people like to eat rolling noodles, every family has a pair of strong and wide wooden boards, almost all of them are placed on the cement table against the wall, so that the rolling noodles are particularly vigorous.

Without exception, Qian's home also has a wide willow board, which is smooth and flat, and is the most popular.

The board at home has been used for many years, and it has long lost the original color of the wood, almost turned black, and because it has been used for too long, there is a large hole on it, and no one has repaired it.

Crushed vegetable residues, flour wadding, watermarks left by washing dishes, and even mouse droppings on the cutting board. Qian went to the stove again to open the lid of the pot, but her hand was entangled in the cobwebs around the corner of the stove.

Looking at this kitchen, which is most unlike a kitchen, Qian has nowhere to settle and nowhere to start. This is the home that Qian has lived in for more than ten years, and it is indescribable just to use shabby.

Home, dear home! Seeing this scene, Qian felt infinitely desolate. She is not a heartless person, she has a conscience.

Gray-haired and sickly mother, dilapidated home, all this unsatisfactory in front of her is her sin, originally expected her to save this stormy home, change the appearance of the family, now they are all in vain, originally poor, but she is still a spiritual pillar, now everyone has no spiritual pillar, life has become more gloomy, more listless.

With a feeling of great loss, Qian cleaned up everything that could be cleaned up in the kitchen, and cleaned everything that could be washed.

After cleaning up, I simply made lunch with what I had left. While it was time to eat, my father and brother returned.

The father was a little surprised to see his daughter come back, but didn't say much. asked in a low voice and came back, and before Qian could answer, he had already picked up the bowl and walked out of the kitchen and squatted under the eaves to eat.

My brother was very happy to see that his sister, who he hadn't seen for a few months, came back, and asked long and short questions while eating, and also boasted with some envy that Qian was dressed beautifully, he had already forgotten everything about a few months ago, and did not mention a word.

Hearing her brother's praise, Qian was even more ashamed, and her heart was uneasy before she went home, she was afraid that her family would complain about her, but the kind family had already been relieved.

At the beginning, the family was frugal for her to study, her parents did not have a good life, and her brother did not enjoy a good life, did not eat well, did not wear a decent clothes, and always left the only little money left in the family for her to buy school supplies and buy land goods.

In the end, all expectations came to naught. Now my brother is still so stingy with himself for the sake of his family, he is incomparable with his peers, not like a young man in his early twenties, but like a middle-aged man in his forties.