The golden wheel is as cold as ice, and the Qilian snow is all over the mountain.

The winter snow has not yet melted, and the sky has begun a new round of salting, which feels endless. The weather was particularly cold, with sparse pedestrians wrapping themselves in bloated cotton clothes, their arms crossed, and their heads shrunk in the snow.

Not to mention the chaos on He Yi'an's side, Cheng Jiangshui is also bumpy here.

After nursing her mother, when she came to the winery again to wash the bottles, she found that several aunts she knew well in the past had not come, and the empty pool had already been frozen. She tried to smash it with a brick, but the ice stood still, and she could stand on it and hold people firmly. I secretly blamed myself for being confused, and I forgot even the most basic common sense.

When I was worried, the master of the distillery came over and asked suspiciously.

"Hey, isn't this Cheng Jiangshui, why is it still coming on such a cold day?"

Cheng Jiangshui hooked the hair scattered around his ears, frowned, and stepped forward to ask, "Master, are you resting today?" Why didn't you see the other aunts? ”

"Hey!"

The master smashed his mouth, and said a little helplessly: "You don't look at the weather, how can you wash the bottle?" The water is so cold that the porcelain is solid, you should go back quickly, this job will definitely not be able to be done in the near future. ”

"Oh!"

Cheng Jiangshui looked at the hard ice surface with a loss of heart, and was worried for a while. Suddenly thinking of something, he stepped forward a few steps to stop the master, and asked hopefully: "Alas, master, do you have any other temporary work besides washing bottles?" ”

"Other work......

The master pursed his lips, thought for a moment and said, "Uh, can that paste wine box be made?" ”

"Yes!" Cheng Jiangshui said in surprise.

The master pursed his lips, with a little embarrassment between his eyebrows, and reminded: "But that job is less than the money you get for washing bottles?" ”

"It's okay, as long as you have a job, it's done!"

Cheng Jiangshui waved his hand again and again, and asked earnestly: "Master, can you take that box home and make it?" ”

"Of course."

"That's great, master, you can leave this job to me, I can do it!" Cheng Jiangshui said with a bright smile.

"Oh, that's fine, then you come with me!"

"Okay! Thank you, master! ”

They are very familiar with each other, not to mention that Cheng Jiangshui was introduced by Jiang Yanmei, and the master still takes good care of this different woman on weekdays. Since she can take a fancy to this paper-thin job, the master is of course happy to introduce her.

As the master said, the pasting of paper boxes is far less than washing bottles, and it is completely a quantity. The bottle can't be washed, in order to make more money for a performance, Cheng Jiangshui can be regarded as riveting, tying the half-human-high raw materials to the back seat of the bicycle with a rope, and hanging a thick layer on both sides of the handlebar.

As you can imagine, it's very hard to even push and walk, let alone ride.

The snow on the road has already been crushed into a thick layer of ice, hidden beneath the snow, and if you are not careful, you will slip out three meters away.

Cheng Jiangshui used all his strength to hold the handlebars, and the sweat in the cotton gloves seemed to be about to form ice ballast, freezing so that his fingertips were numb, completely losing the meaning of protection.

The emaciated body was stuffed into a small mountain bag made of paper shells, and when viewed from behind, only two slender calves were exposed, and it moved forward tremblingly. At this time, she did regret a little in her heart that she was greedy for more than she could chew, and it would be good to take less at one time.

It was only five or six hundred meters away from Jiuzi Alley, but she walked for more than twenty minutes before she moved to the mouth of the alley. The white mist exhaled from his mouth rippled upwards through the scarf, and quickly condensed into ice beads on his eyelashes, completely blocking the vision of the forward.

His hands and legs staggered, and he slid out along the ice. In a panic, the index finger inadvertently poked the ground, and the cardboard box behind the car was scattered on the ground.

There was not a single passer-by in the periphery of the alley, and the heart-piercing pain made Cheng Jiangshui unable to get up from the ground immediately. She rolled twice, trying to straighten up, pinching her joints with one hand, and sitting on the ground panting.

Waiting for the severe pain to subside a little, he hurriedly struggled to get up, first nervously checked the scattered cardboard boxes, collected them clumsily with one hand, and then tried to pick up the bicycle, but his fingers hurt so badly that he fell to the ground again and pressed himself under the car.

Embarrassed and helpless, just in time for Cheng Jianghai to get out of school, he saw his sister fall to the ground from a distance, his face suddenly turned pale, and he ran over quickly, and hurriedly dragged his sister out from under the car.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Jianghai exclaimed urgently.

Cheng Jiangshui's frowning brows showed a hint of pain, and he smiled sadly, which was regarded as a comfort to Cheng Jianghai, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, you hold the cardboard box first, but you can't get dirty." ”

Cheng Jianghai didn't care about this, quickly helped Cheng Jiangshui up, patted her off the mixed snow water on her body first, watched her cover her hands in pain, and asked distressedly: "Sister, are you okay?" What happened to your hand? ”

"It's fine, a little twisted. Oops, I'm glad you're here, otherwise my sister wouldn't know how to get them back! ”

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Cheng Jianghai frowned and asked, "What is this?" ”

Cheng Jiangshui's eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy, but his tone was calm: "Don't worry about it, I got some small work to do at home." ”

Cheng Jianghai twisted his face and scolded softly: "Sister, are you going to the winery again?" ”

"It's cold, and the bottle can't be washed, so I'll get some boxes and go home with a paste."

Cheng Jiangshui's good face showed a little lightness, and he said with a smile: "Hehe, hurry back, Mom is still waiting at home, you come to push the cart, I'll hold the back, let's go!" ”

Cheng Jianghai hung his head silently, his heart was gloomy for a while, and he pushed the handlebars in front. Cheng Jiangshui gritted his teeth and held the back seat with one hand, and the sister and brother supported each other in this way. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the crystal snow, reflecting the stumbling steps of the two of them slowly.

"Sister, don't move, I'll fight!"

When he arrived at the door, Cheng Jianghai stopped his sister's movements, unloaded the cardboard box alone, resisted on his shoulder, and went upstairs tremblingly. Seeing that the youngest brother can now be on his own, Cheng Jiangshui hooked the hair around his ears with satisfaction and praised: "Okay, our Jianghai is so powerful now, it's so good!" ”

After a few trips back and forth, Cheng Jianghai stacked the cardboard boxes in a corner of the living room and stacked them neatly. Cheng Jiangshui hurriedly came to the back room and checked his mother's situation, and then he was a little relieved. On the side, Cheng Jianghai came forward with a scowling face and asked his sister tremblingly.

"Sister, what's wrong with your hands, show me?"

"It's okay, it's just a finger twisted, it's okay." Cheng Jiangshui pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

"What should I do?"

"You help me put the hot water bottle on, and I'll cover it."

Before the words fell, Cheng Jianghai hurriedly ran into the back room, found a hot water bottle and filled it with hot water and handed it to his sister, and said leisurely: "Sister, don't run to the winery in the future, what can you do if something happens!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui glared at him with disgust, and said softly: "Don't make a fuss, what can happen!" ”

Seeing Cheng Jianghai bow his head and be silent for a while, knowing that he was distressing himself, Cheng Jiangshui's heart was hot, he pulled his brother's hair with pity, and asked softly, "Worried sister?" Okay, sister assures you, it's okay if nothing happens. ”

As he spoke, Cheng Jiangshui looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then he was shocked: "Yo, it's all at this point, you go talk to your mother, I'll cook!" ”

Looking at my sister's swollen fingers, even bending slightly with a piercing pain, where can I still be busy cooking. Cheng Jianghai stepped forward and took his sister's arm, and said seriously: "Sister, you sit, I'll come!" ”

"You're coming?" Cheng Jiangshui was stunned and said in surprise: "Will you?" ”

Cheng Jianghai licked his lips, tangled his face and said, "I won't teach you, I will!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui blinked, with a look of disbelief: "Uh, you can't do it......"

Whether my sister believes it or not, Cheng Jianghai will do what she says. Haven't you ever eaten pork and watched a pig run? What's so difficult about cooking with noodles, he pressed his sister, who was still hesitating, back to the chair, found a basin himself, and poured flour. Under the guidance of my sister, I added water and noodles step by step.

In the twilight afterglow, it is quiet and serene. I only listened to the sisters and brothers chattering about your questions and my answers, and the hut was full of long-lost warmth.

Cheng Jiangshui was nagging: "Pour less water, look, it's too soft." ”

Cheng Jianghai was frowning: "Then what should I do?" ”

"I can only add some noodles...... Less, oops! There are more noodles...... Add some water......"

After surviving, the entire basin was full, and the sister and brother looked at each other. Cheng Jianghai looked at his masterpiece, blushed slightly, and said curtly.

"Uh, sister...... So much, can we eat it all? ”

Cheng Jiangshui rubbed his forehead, struggled for a long time, and said angrily: "I don't blame you, there will be more meetings and more water for a while, and it can only be like this......"

If you have more noodles, you won't waste them, and some of them can be made into noodles and some of them can be made into steamed buns. Don't look at Cheng Jiangshui a little complaining, but in fact, he is happy and comfortable in his heart. Seeing his younger brother slowly grow and mature, and share some housework as much as he could, the burden on his shoulders suddenly became a lot lighter.

The same feeling is Cheng Jia'an!

No matter how disappointing Cheng Jianghai was, it was already in the past, and now such earth-shaking changes made him feel very relieved. The three of them sat around the small table, eating the noodles that Cheng Jianghai made for the first time, although they didn't dare to compliment them, they were extremely sweet in their mouths.

Cheng Jiangshui spared no effort to praise on the side: "Dad, it's good, Jiang Hai can cook now!" ”

Cheng Jia'an smashed his mouth, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Well, it's good, the face is also strong, Jiang Hai is quite capable." ”

With the approval of his father and sister, Cheng Jianghai's eyes flashed with hope, and his eagerness was undoubtedly revealed: "Dad, sister, then I will cook for you in the future." ”

Cheng Jiangshui smiled and said jokingly: "You just want to run when you can climb!" ”

Cheng Jianghai leaned forward and said confidently: "I can continue to learn!" Sister, you can teach me more in the future, this is much easier than learning. ”

Cheng Jiangshui rolled his eyes, frowned slightly, and said with a little regret: "If you can put this talent on studying, you will be able to be admitted to university!" ”

Bringing up the old things again, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, Cheng Jianghai retracted his head in frustration, and said stupidly: "Sister, didn't you say it all." ”

Cheng Jiangshui seemed to know that he was a little speechless, pursed his lips, and said softly: "Okay, good, my sister will also say a word." ”

Cheng Jia'an sat on the side and listened to the chatter of the sister and brother, without interjecting to speak, as if he remembered some thoughts, bowed his head and ate silently. After the meal, Cheng Jiangshui packed up his things and prepared to go back to the archives.

"Dad, then I'll go back first."

Cheng Jia'an rubbed the cigarette in his hand, licked his chapped lips, with a little sadness between his eyebrows, and said quietly: "Jiang Shui, Dad will talk to you." ”

Cheng Jiangshui blinked, sat down beside him suspiciously, and said softly, "Oh, something?" ”