People are sometimes very strange, and when there is no hope, they are very calm and calm. If there is hope, but there will be gains and losses, and the one who stays is called one, seven up and eight down, scratching his ears and cheeks.

The days passed day by day, and several classmates who had a good relationship with each other had settled their jobs one after another, and only one me was left, and I continued to wait endlessly.

I've called my sister-in-law's pager twice, and I obviously feel the impatience of my sister-in-law's reply: I don't believe it, I can't urge, I can only wait!

I, hey, hey, cowardly agreed, like a very angry little daughter-in-law.

Put down the phone, step by step, and move home.

Facing his mother's concerned eyes, he grinned helplessly, shook his head, and had no choice but to wait. I can't call anymore, my sister-in-law is unhappy.

My mom and I looked at each other and didn't say anything more. They all understand the subtext in each other's hearts, don't go wrong. They all rationally did not speak, and remained silent tacitly.

I lay down on the kang bored, not wanting to do anything.

Mom then went out into the courtyard, fanning her fan.

The chirping of cicadas in the trees became clearer and clearer. I tossed and turned for I don't know how long, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

I dreamed that I went to work at the Central Department Store. Finally, they wore their unique blue work suit with epaulettes and looked like a flight attendant. Not to mention how good-looking and spirited.

It's much better than my imitation Li Ning sportswear school uniform.

I smiled in the mirror and looked at myself, the more I looked, the more sunny, handsome, and beautiful I became. Hehehe......

I finally woke up laughing. I found myself still lying on the kang, and I don't know when I put an old sheet on my waist.

It's really a day and a night. I'm sick with longing, and I'm starting to daydream. Laughing self-deprecatingly, he got up to wash rice and cook. Put away your mind and start thinking about what to cook at noon. The whole family is still waiting, and it will be time to eat at noon.

You can't die if you're unconscious. Take off your shoes wherever you cross the river, and do whatever you want. Mom used to say. I am the most obedient child in the family.

Clean up your mood, poke on the stove, and cook sorghum rice. I started picking beans and peeling potatoes.

With the pots and pans sonata, the aroma of food began to fill the stove of my house, and I was serious about cooking.

After the dish is boiled, press a lump of wet briquettes in the middle of the stove and use the embers around the stove to simmer over low heat. Save coal, after cooking for a while, and then press the stove, the current wet briquettes are just dry, as the bottom of the stove. Save the wet briquette added to the stove and extinguish the stove directly. Then you have to trouble rebuilding the stove, which costs splitting wood, paper, and coal. It is not yet possible to easily poke on the stove and boil water anytime and anywhere. The main supper also needs to be served by a fire.

Press the stove. This is the life technique that my father handed me by hand. It is also repeated in daily life. It's now in full swing. It has been fully recognized by his father and has been well received. Mother's trachea and lungs couldn't stand the smoke and fire of soot, and when she smelled the smell of soot and oily smoke, she coughed desperately and couldn't stop wheezing. So from the third grade of primary school, I took over my second brother's class, doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning up the housework. The second brother will be in junior high school, and the study time is tight. There is only an hour break for lunch. Dinner time was even less pitiful, only half an hour. Every night, he came back with a roar, put down the fire for me to keep the warm kang for the night, and then washed his hands and ate the meal that I had prepared for him in advance. Pour another glass of warm water. I had to rush back non-stop and study at night. Later, after the second brother was in high school, I started the process of pressing the furnace at night after the second brother was a master of the stove pressing skills. Not surprisingly, both of us had a bad stomach, and it lasted until we reached middle age. After my career and life were relatively stable, my stomach was better and I no longer had pain.

When pressing the stove, whether the wet briquettes are covered with a full screen or there are gaps on the side, or according to the weather forecast of the day, the wind direction is thick on one side and thin on one side, or thick in the middle and thin on all sides, the weather is different, and the treatment is different. How many eyes are pierced on the wet briquette, whether it is a thin stove or a coarse stove, are all knowledge and wisdom.

Subtly, my father taught me to think about everything with my heart and not to copy it mechanically. Be bold to explore, to try, and it's a big deal to start all over again!!

Learn to divert your attention and let go of problems that can't be solved. Looking back after a while, some of them are no longer a problem. Some problems have been solved as a matter of course. Some can save the country with curves and suddenly open up. If you really can't do it, you learn to let go.

There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of those who have a heart. Do everything with your heart and don't regret it.