Yu Feiwan's mood fluctuated, and his eyes were sluggish.

Coincidental?

It took a long, long time for Yu Feiwan to cheer up.

On the side, the little boy floated above his head, "Yu Peng." ”

It was her uncle's name.

At this moment, Yu Feiwan would rather believe that the storm of lightning and thunder before she fell asleep took her through the long torrent of time, giving her a chance to make up for her regrets.

It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy.

Yu Feiwan's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture at some point, and his feet stiffened in place, almost greedily looking at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl took a stick of unknown material and flicked it in the stove a few times, and pulled out a large black roasted sweet potato from the pile of burnt grass and wood ashes.

If it weren't for the sweetness, this roasted sweet potato would look more like a big black mouse.

There is one thing to say, the appearance is average.

Yu Feiwan clearly saw the little doll's mouth with crystal saliva.

The little girl endured the burn, exhaled in her mouth, and the roasted sweet potato was replaced back and forth between her left and right hands, breaking the sweet potato into two pieces.

And Yu Feiwan finally saw the little girl's face clearly.

The facial features, eyebrows and eyes are all like mothers.

At this moment, my mother's eyes are round and bright and moist, with no wrinkles, no vicissitudes, and no hardships.

It's like.

Yu Feiwan covered her mouth tightly, and her hot tears slipped uncontrollably.

It's Mom, right?

Yu Feiwan couldn't help but stretch out his finger and gently stroked the little girl's face, and the thoughts in his heart were like fireworks exploding in the sky.

The little girl's dark and gray hands rubbed her face casually, and her white and tender little face suddenly turned into a little flower cat.

One is white, one is black.

The little boy nibbled on a roasted sweet potato, his eyes narrowing into a slit with a smile.

The age is small, but it doesn't affect him to feel funny.

"I always feel like my face is itchy."

The little girl muttered.

The sound is crisp and raw, like frozen green plums falling on a white porcelain plate in the middle of summer, which can dispel all irritability.

This is a kind of clarity and purity that has not tasted suffering and has not known sinisterity.

It is different from the despair and pain in her dreams, and it is also different from the exhaustion and old age in her memory.

Yu Feiwan looked at the little girl's intact little thumb and touched it tremblingly.

It's good, it's still there.

Yu Feiwan's tentative touch made the little girl startled, her fingers rubbed on the sweater, and the little black hand turned a lot whiter.

"Peng Peng, do I have lice on my body?"

The little girl instantly felt that the roasted sweet potato in her hand was not fragrant.

Lice are so scary.

Yu Feiwan retracted his hand and squatted beside the little girl, his eyebrows and eyes soft and affectionate.

In the past three years, more than 1,000 days and nights, what she asked for has finally come true.

She didn't even dare blink, lest everything would disappear.

The sky is getting dark, the night is falling, the wind is up, and the wisps of snow are falling again.

A few dogs barked from time to time in the small courtyard of the blue brick house, and the warm yellow light bulb in the house was the only light on this snowy night.

And in the room, isolated from darkness and cold, is the trivial fireworks of the family.

"Your daughter, it's so cold, you insist on boiling water to wash your hair, it's all your habit."

A middle-aged woman with short ear-length hair and a lean look chattered while trying to warm the water in the enamel basin.

Simple, hearty, and slightly spicy.

After the water temperature was suitable, the middle-aged woman wiped her hands on the apron casually, and pressed the collar of the little girl's sweater inward to ensure that it would not get wet with the water.

The name that appears on the top of the middle-aged woman's head is "Li Lan." ”

Grandma's name on the tombstone.

Through a small wooden door with a half-hollowed out, there is a middle-aged man outside who is happily sawing wood, "Pingping wants to wash it, and it won't delay the effort." ”

"Just saw more firewood, it's enough."

There was endless pampering in the smiling voice.

Yu Feiwan didn't even need to look at the name on the top of the middle-aged man's head.

Yu Shuishan.

Her grandfather's name.

Mom's appearance is more like grandpa.

Those eyes, in particular, are inherited ninety percent.

In the past, I always listened to my mother show off, and my grandfather had never been patriarchal, and she was luckier than the little girls in the village.

In those days, it was not easy.

"You can get used to it."

The middle-aged woman continued to nag, but her hand movements were very sharp.

"Mom, look at the lice in your hair."

The little girl was busy reminding.

"In the afternoon, my face itched strangely, like something was crawling."

The culprit Yu Feiwan: ......

She really just didn't hold back, did anyone believe it?

"Why are you getting lice again, and you're burrowing into the kennel again?"

This word is too spiritual.

The middle-aged woman stood up and straightened up, poured vinegar into the hot water, and then rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the grate.

A strand of hair, a strand of hair, carefully and carefully ran it through.

"If you drill around, you'll have your hair shaved."

"Otherwise, you should go to the kennel too."

The cruel words continued, but the expression was reflected by the warm yellow light bulb, and he was not half impatient.

Carefully and carefully controlled the strength of the grate twice, and then changed the water to rinse the hair.

Water stains gradually soaked the cuffs of the middle-aged woman.

"Okay, wipe yourself with a towel, and then sit next to the stove and smoke dry."

The scenes in front of him were vivid and warm, but Yu Feiwan's mind came up with the picture of his mother holding the tombstone and whispering in despair in a dream.

"I can't seem to hold on anymore."

"Help me."

She wanted to save her mother.

She not only wants to make a small padded jacket to warm her mother, but also wants to be an armor to protect her mother.

The middle-aged man who saws wood outside for firewood, no, she should be called grandpa.

Grandpa put away the sawn wood neatly, took off his dark blue coat made of labor cloth full of sawdust, put it on a shelf beside him, and then went back to the back room.

Seeing that the little girl's hair was still dripping with water, she sank her face, "Pingping, come and dry your hair, or you should have a headache." ”

Nowadays, hair dryers are an extremely inconspicuous thing in thousands of households, but in the eighties of the last century, it was rare to have one.

Ordinary people, no.

After all, no one wants to spend three or four months' salary on a small appliance just to dry their hair.

Yu Feiwan pondered, it's not that it can't be recharged, there is a mall on the panel, and having a mall means that you can buy it.

However, the appearance of a hair dryer out of thin air should be quite scary for my mother's family.

When the time comes, you may think it's haunted.

Especially in front of grandparents, it's not easy to fool.

So, Yu Feiwan could only watch the little girl sit in front of the fire and dry her hair with hot air.

Grandpa and grandpa are also busy with each other.

Seeing the little girl's hot and sleepy head, the chick pecked at the rice little by little, almost burning her hair.

Yu Feiwan hurriedly ran over, stretched out his hand and tapped the little girl's ear, and the cold touch made the little girl wake up suddenly.