When I woke up, it was already dark.

Yu Feiwan rubbed his sour eyes, lazy, as if he hadn't slept enough.

The more you sleep, the more sleepy you become, and the more you sleep, the more tired you get.

The old-fashioned desk lamp on the desk was quietly lit, and the halo was soft and bright.

In front of the desk, there was a slender and tall teenager, holding a scroll in his hand and his eyes slightly closed.

Rice and cigarette smoke wafted in through the cracks in the window, and from time to time Li Lan's spicy and loving laughter and scolding and Yu Ping's funny and lively echo sounded.

The world is silent, and every household has its own liveliness.

That's nice.

Yu Feiwan's heart overflowed with infinite satisfaction.

With family in front of her, laughter in your ears, and the smell of rice on the tip of your nose, this is an extremely ordinary scene, which she and her mother couldn't ask for at the beginning.

The gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only common at that time.

As soon as Yu Feiwan got up, he woke up Lin Haihong, who closed his eyes and recuperated.

"Cousin, you're awake!"

The scroll slipped from Lin Haihong's hand.

Yu Feiwan stretched his waist, wrapped himself in a cotton jacket, and yawned again as if he hadn't woken up.

"Wake up, wake up."

"This sleep is dark."

Yu Feiwan opened the door curtain, and the overwhelming cold wind and cold air instantly wrapped her.

Sober for a second.

"Let's go, let's go, don't read the book, the lights are dim, and if you continue to read, you will become a little blind."

Yu Feiwan took Lin Haihong's wrist and walked out of the West House.

Windy, no snow.

The big yellow dog wagged his tail at Yu Feiwan diligently.

The jujube tree casts a shadow on the ground of the campus.

The curling smoke was framed by the cold wind.

Peaceful and lively, harmonious people can't help but feel nostalgic.

Yu Fei shivered coldly, just woke up, and his perception of the cold was extremely keen.

"Woohoo." After Yu Feiwan learned the big yellow dog barking in response, he quickened his pace and ran into the hall.

"It's not too late, are you awake?"

Li Lan was still holding a freshly washed white radish in her hand, "Wash your hands when you wake up, and eat right away." ”

"I'm going to ask Pinkie to wake you up."

Big white radish, every household in the village will stock up on a pile in winter.

or cold dressing, or stir-fried.

It's not easy to break, and it's very cheap.

"Meow, meow."

Yu Feiwan was attracted by a warm cat meow.

Following the barking, there was an extra cardboard box in the corner, and in the carton was a skinny yellow kitten the size of a palm.

The little milk cat's cry was sluggish and pitiful, and Yu Ping was squatting in front of the carton to feed the kitten rice cereal.

The little milk cat drank very slowly, with a little tongue, and gently rubbed Yu Ping's hand from time to time.

Seeing Yu Feiwan looking at the kitten, Li Lan smiled and said, "This afternoon, your grandmother and your father will go to your mother-in-law's house to deliver New Year's goods." ”

"Mrs. Fu picked up a few wilting kittens at the garbage dump in the north of the village a few days ago."

"Mrs. Fu said that when she picked it up, the little milk cat was almost hard."

"Thinking of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, I never thought that there were really two of them that survived."

"Your grandmother was moved, so she asked for one to come back and raise it."

"It's too small, and it's freezing, and I don't know if I can raise it."

"Absolutely." Yu Ping didn't reply, she was bent on feeding the kitten, and she made a sound.

Yu Feiwan smiled at the corner of his eyes, let go of Lin Haihong's wrist and took a few steps forward, wanting to reach out and touch the kitten.

The little milk cat who was drinking rice cereal stopped suddenly, her hair stood up, and she shrank in the corner of the cardboard box with her short legs.

Yu Feiwan: !? (_;?

Does she look like a Yaksha?

"Xiao Huang is too timid."

"Here you go, you feed, feed it once and kiss you." Yu Ping stuffed the small bowl to Yu Feiwan.

Yu Feiwan's expression was quite indescribable, "What's it called?" ”

"Yellow." Yu Ping looked smug.

"Who got it?"

"Peng Peng and I have decided unanimously."

Yu Feiwan sighed, "The big yellow dog in the yard is big yellow, and the little milk cat is called Xiao Huang?" ”

The level of this name is really a bit sloppy.

"Yellow." Yu Feiwan tried to soften his voice and lured the little milk cat with rice paste.

The little milk cat's round eyes looked at Yu Feiwan vigilantly.

After a while, he came to the side of the cardboard box and lowered his head to lick the rice cereal in the bowl.

The rice cereal bottomed out, and the little milk cat rubbed Yu Feiwan with compassion, leaving his own breath on the back of Yu Feiwan's hand.

Although the kitten is thin, it is very clean from top to bottom.

Obviously, after Mrs. Fu picked it up, she was very careful.

Wait, Mrs. Fu took the initiative to raise kittens?

That's a good sign.

Kittens, too, are life.

Mrs. Fu began to try to accept the fresh life into her own life.

The faint candlelight will gradually grow under the changes of Mrs. Fu.

The great men have said that a spark can start a prairie fire.

How much more is a candle flame?

Yu Feiwan gently stroked the soft hair on the kitten's back, and the kitten hummed twice in satisfaction.

"Cousin, don't stand so far away, you can also come and touch it."

"Xiao Huang is docile."

Yu Ping beckoned to Lin Haihong.

Lin Haihong's body was a little stiff, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked very reluctant.

"No, not anymore."

Yu Ping pouted, "Are you afraid of kittens?" ”

Yu Ping's question was not malicious, just curious.

After all, some people like cats and dogs, and some people don't.

This is normal.

Lin Haihong nodded without thinking.

At this moment, Li Lan sighed lightly, "I went to your house two years ago, and I saw that your family had a black and white kitten." ”

"Weird cute."

"When I came back, I wanted to see whose cat gave birth to one, and I dismissed this idea because I was busy with work."

Li Lan went to Lin Qingshan's house more frequently than Yu Shuishan.

In general, it's either a message or a delivery.

Therefore, I know more about the situation of Lin Qingshan's family.

"By the way, what about the kitten?"

Li Lan quickly shaved the white radish into shreds with a grater, and asked with a smile in her voice.

Lin Haihong stumbled, "Dead, dead." ”

He asked the neighbor for the kitten.

If he hadn't flown to raise, the kitten might not have died.

He loved the kitten so much that the first thing he did after school was to pet it.

The kitten is also very well-behaved, and will follow the example of the neighbor's big dog, lying at the gate and waiting for him.

It's just that Mom doesn't like it.

His mother said that it affected his study, delayed his time, said that the playthings were demoralized, and that the house was full of cat hair, and it was troublesome and difficult to clean.

The kitten was thrown to death by its mother.

He saw it with his own eyes.

The kitten was afraid of the cold, so he got into the house and was thrown against the wall by his mother with one hand.

He couldn't stop it.

Since then, the family has not kept anything again.

Li Lan didn't know what was going on, but comforted, "The little ones are not easy to raise, alas." ”

Yu Feiwan frowned, how could she feel that if she hadn't come, Lin Haihong and Yu Ping would be miserable relay races.

When he was young, Lin Haihong suffered constantly.

Eighteen years old, a hundred.

(End of chapter)