Before dawn, a clear drink broke the tranquility of this small courtyard, it was Zhou Qingfeng in the courtyard who was playing straight punches with horse steps, and his mouth was still drinking from time to time, such an early morning is basically Zhou Qingfeng's compulsory course all year round, after all, the thin bedding in the house, in addition to a table, a bed, basically no other furniture, and a few broken windows, how can such a hut retain enough to make people feel at ease.

The sky began to brighten slowly. The first rays of sunrise shone on Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting on the steps, and the sound of roosters also sounded.

Zhou Qingfeng, who heard the sound of chickens, no longer sat down, but picked up the bamboo basket woven by himself in the hut, opened the lid of the cauldron on the stove and took two of them in the hot nest head in the morning, and put them into his arms, letting the hot nest head rag in his arms. Striding out, when he reached the door, he closed the creaking door.

When I went to the small courtyard, I squatted down, and in the water tank next to it, which was already full of water, I used the gourd scoop I made to hold half a scoop of water, and watered the camphor tree in the courtyard that seemed to have no possibility of survival. After everything was done, Xiao Qingfeng ran towards a hill at the back of the village that looked neither tall nor low.

Speaking of the little camphor tree, it also has a bit of fate with Zhou Qingfeng, about half a year ago, that day happened to be the Qingming Festival, such a special festival. Although the bodies of Zhou Qingfeng's parents are still buried under the veins, the grave must still be there, even if there are only some clothes and other things from the second elder. Early that morning, Zhou Qingfeng, who was at home for his parents and the old village chief, had a good fragrance on the spirit tablets, and ran towards the back mountain after carrying the paper money and sickles that had already been placed in the bamboo basket as in previous years. Even though the family is already destitute, Zhou Qingfeng has never left behind things like paper money.

After arriving at the back mountain, after burning the paper money and kowtowing, Zhou Qingfeng continued to remove weeds for the graves of his parents and the old village chief, every year. But this year, next to the grave of the old village chief, there is a small camphor tree that looks like it is dying. Out of unbearability, looking at the small camphor tree that was alone, Zhou Qingfeng seemed to see his own shadow on the tree, and they were all the same alone. So Zhou Qingfeng did not get rid of the small tree, but transplanted it back to his small yard, which can be regarded as adding a touch of fireworks to the home.

In the past six months. The small tree is also angry, the branches are luxuriant, and it grows almost as tall as Xiaoqingfeng, but this winter, it is extremely cold, and the small tree is wilting and wilting, and I don't know if it can survive such a winter. Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven!

Soon the little breeze arrived at the foot of the back mountain, and the shape of the back mountain was also peculiar, similar to the treasure bottle gourd, so the people in the village have always called it the treasure gourd mountain, but later because the adults of the supervision department felt that the name was really difficult to hear, so it was renamed Pingshan.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Pingshan and shivered coldly, reached out and took out the head that was still in his arms, and ate it in three or two bites. After eating, he swallowed his saliva, after all, such a small two nests could not fill the empty stomach at all. The cold wind was like a knife, passing through Zhou Qingfeng's thin clothes, penetrating inside, and there was another trembling!

He stomped his feet and sighed hot at his hands. Zhou Qingfeng paced towards the mountain. Originally, there was also a trail for people to walk on this mountain, but unfortunately, a big frightening cold rain half a month ago completely washed the trail, leaving only a trace of existence. It's strange to say, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a heavy rain in this lunar day, and it is said that the cold rain is like ice needles, how can it be so big like a jade bead!

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. Recalling the scene of the heavy rain that day, Zhou Qingfeng felt that only this few poems he had heard in a nearby private school could describe it. Although Zhou Qingfeng doesn't have any spare money to buy poetry books and go to private schools, the teacher in the nearby private school is indeed a good person, like Zhou Qingfeng, who can't afford to pay the money, and the child who eavesdrops outside the window when he is fine, that gentleman will not drive away, and sometimes if the gentleman is idle, he will take the small bench he was sitting on to Zhou Qingfeng, so that he can listen more comfortably.

Mr. also thought about letting Xiao Qingfeng come to the house to study, but looking at this cold-hearted Fulai Town, he also knew that if Xiao Qingfeng was really allowed to come in, then even someone would be dissatisfied! So Mr. gave some of his spare books to Zhou Qingfeng, so that he could read books by himself when he had nothing to do at home, because Mr. knew that Zhou Qingfeng didn't have much time to listen outside the house, after all, the child still had to run for a living.

He is not a local, but he moved to the town about five years ago, and he was accompanied by his daughter. When the gentleman first came, the old village chief had not yet died.

It was noon, and Zhou Qingfeng took the meal to the village chief's house. Although the old village chief said that he didn't want Xiaoqingfeng to send any meals or anything like that, the child had three meals a day, and the wind and snow were unhindered. As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhou Qingfeng heard two people in the room discussing something, one had a hoarse and old voice, and the other had a warm voice, like a warm sun. One of them must be the old village chief, and the other Zhou Qingfeng really didn't hear it, but he just felt that it must be a gentle and elegant man!

Pushing the door in, the fact was exactly as Zhou Qingfeng thought, the old village chief in the house was sitting on a small stone bench in the courtyard, and there were two cups of tea on the small stone table, and the man and the old village chief did not attract Xiao Qingfeng's attention. But the little girl behind the middle-aged man completely attracted Xiao Qingfeng's attention, pink carving, Yao nose is beautiful, a little baby fat face with a faint blush, not long hair tied into two twisted braids, naturally hanging down, hands slightly tugging at the middle-aged man's clothes, as if afraid of life!

The girl in the pink skirt hid behind the man, poked out half of her head slightly to look at Xiao Qingfeng, a stranger, and shrank back, that look was very cute.

"Please, sir. The man stood up, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply to the old village chief.

The old village chief waved his hands, "Hmm." Since the two of you have lived in this village, you are the people of the village, and some of you will understand this simple truth. ”

"Then we took our leave, old man. With that, the man bowed again. Then he took the little girl and walked out the door.

After the man slowly walked in front of Zhou Qingfeng, he also bowed slightly, bowed slightly, and had a faint smile on his face, which was the kind of smile that made people feel like a spring breeze at a glance.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng's hands that were originally holding the food trembled slightly, and then the man who looked like him bent down slightly and bowed his head to salute.

Seeing this, the little girl also walked out from behind the man and bowed in a decent manner!

At that time, a little snowflake floated in the air, slowly, slowly, and fell on Xiao Qingfeng's heart.

This year's snow came exceptionally late..............