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The flames burst out between the cracks of the dry wood, and I love it from the bottom of my heart!The face is hot, the chest is hot. While continuing to add firewood to the kang hole, he picked up the burnt beans and blew the floating ash away. Wang Li was lying in a fur hat, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, I gave her a few beans, and her mouth was full of black ash. Li Xue and the others wrapped their shoulders around the quilt in the kang, their mouths were also black, and Gai Shan's lower lip was originally like a thumb horizontal, but this time it was even thicker. I tapped the ice in the washbasin, tugged at the towel, and ......Tear it off in half and stick to the ice ballast!
Deep winter, dripping water into ice.
During the day, when the sun came up, we were lazy, the quilts were connected on the kang, unwilling to wear cold clothes, stretched out our hands and retracted the quilt, sat up and lay down;We had an extremely cold winter. The sun shone on the glass window at eleven o'clock, the heat rose, the frost melted and flowed onto the windowsill, and we wrung the water into the basin again and again, and then dried it, and at one o'clock in the afternoon the frost was thick again.
Hugging winter is our clear belief, from which we feel happy, every night roasted red pepper mixed with sauce, frozen cabbage, dried beans, dried gourds, corn porridge, mixed with the barking of dogs in the back. At the end of the year, I owe 10 yuan and transfer it to the next year's account. They earn twenty, twenty-five, thirty. The six people next door are the same as me, they live in the town of Jiaoduli and often go home. It seems that our state of confusion is the meaning of life!When Zhang Yuqin said conclusively that she was the first one to return to the city every day when she returned to the city from work, the atmosphere instantly solidified, and she stopped talking. The sudden emergence of a new topic is like a prop placed in our room, which has been hanging since then, and it is on display.
Each of us has a small mirror and sits on the windowsill.
This night, I watched the sweet potatoes in the fire gradually swell, and occasionally "snorted" out of a puff of air, and the sweetness came out, Li Xue and the others lay on the edge of the kang and waited. Zhang Yuqin came in and handed me a note, "Here you go, Wu Kuan asked me to give it to you." I immediately shouted, "What?".No, no, don't, send him back quickly, or I'll mock you for not knowing the depths. Her big eyelids drooped down her eyes, and she went out again with the note.
I was sad in an instant, there were so many bold people, and it was boring.
It was as if the beautiful image in my mind had collapsed, left me, disappeared along the road of the city, and was replaced by this person with swelling hair, swollen eyes, slender neck, sloppy and sloppy mouth, and love became a burden. Of course, this was much more than it was three years ago, when I was fifteen years old, and I didn't have any specific fantasies or behaviors. Not long ago, in the movie, a college student from the city;The egg white blue shirt, the fair face, and a pair of glasses are the standard I imagined, like breaking out of the ground. It is a shadow built on the intellect to share with itself, on the one hand, to guard this image to the death, like a star, to hide him in his own feelings, and on the other hand, to imagine a sweet taste, and to assume that he will linger with him for a special time, and his heart will be in turmoil.
The day passed, and at night it was still painful, and frustration could be anything decaying—gloom, depression, a glass of water that fell on a stone, a water soaked in a pocket, a bite of his tongue while eating, and a ...... burned in a hole in a shoe
If I want to smoothly return to my standards, I must eradicate Wu Kuan's impression, which I am afraid will never be wiped clean!- As long as I think of the collective household in the future, this house, the shadow of this person will appear;When I was eighteen years old, I was the first to propose a desire for love, which is a negative thing!
So I roasted sweet potatoes again—the vulture—and smelled the dry wood. The whole kang hole was like melted wax, and I pulled it with a stick, soft and sticky.
Staring at the coals of fire drowsy.
From then on, Wu Kuan ...... when he saw meWow......Oops......I thought I was a fairy, but it turned out to be a crow. His finger sang scolded Huai very capable, and I avoided him. That night I went to the back yard to get something, just turned around, Wu Kuan staggered out, drunk, standing by the freshly dug vegetable cellar and shaking, I took a step, he said: "You stand for me, why do you pry my face?".Am I not going to pursue you?Give a good word, it's okay...... okayBefore he could finish speaking, I turned around and ran back to the house from the front door, panting, and a few of them looked up at me, "Ran into a ghost?"Gai Shan said. "Wu Kuan, ask me why I didn't give him face in the backyard, I was afraid that he would push me into the pit and run back. ”
After a while, someone from the factory security department came to me and took me to a remote place: "Is it that Wu Kuan is pursuing you, and you don't agree that he wants to kill you?""They asked me.
When others say this, I hear it and get bored, "No, I don't know." They followed me: "You don't have to be afraid, if that's really the case to organize to protect you, clean him up, is he holding a knife?". I stopped: "No, it's nothing." ”
This incident was Xu Xiaoyu next door to us, and as an interesting and mysterious thing, she went home and told her parents, whose father was from the factory office. It's very ** by deducing things, but in fact, Wu Kuan didn't do that, how can it be said that there is!After this incident, Wu Gang stopped scolding, and still stretched his neck to ......Wow......Oops......He couldn't help it.
Zhang Yuqin rubbed on my shoulder and whispered, "I couldn't refuse Wu Kuan that day, he begged me again and again, those people said that he wanted to eat swan meat, and he said that he didn't believe .......""I don't want to hear a word. I told her.
Where there are no footprints, the snow is three feet deep!You see: large hillsides, flat land, ravines, vegetable gardens, rooftops!The whole village is wide and round;The snow also submerged dust, weeds, the roots of the walls of houses, half of the trees, and the hillsides were full of pockmarks;The sound of footsteps creaking and creaking;The dog walks by with his tail between his legs on a road rarely crowded;The children are in the loop, they resemble each other, like cotton bales of joy;The smoke was low, and it was over in a few moments;The fields seemed to be hugging each other, completely belonging to one color, just as bright. You can imagine the night;Stars and snow – like rising and falling!Indescribable silver splendor.
Chinese New Year is in January.
Thirty, our fried twist, sweet potato shreds, potato shreds, vermicelli shreds ......The younger siblings went out and came in under the heat of opening the door in their new clothes;That's what I used to be!This year, my father planted soybeans and squeezed four barrels of oil. My mother burned oil, and my sister and I made twist flowers, cut potato sticks, and squeezed meatballs. The father gave a haircut, and a few children waited. In the evening, two large pots of fried dried fruit were placed on the lid of the box, and we grabbed a piece, took a piece, and ate it without stopping. My mother chopped dumplings, and my father played poker with us. He hid the king and the little king in his sleeve and was discovered by his sister, "I'll just say, how can my father always have a king, I'll observe .......""We went up and pressed my father to find out what else was in his clothes, and my mother was laughing.
My father died in April!
Our family was plunged into the abyss of pain......
On the sixth day of the first month, the family who lives nearby came to burn the kang. Wang Li and I burned for three hours before we sat down to knit sweaters. At noon, I heard movement, "It's Wang Feng back." "After Wang Li finished speaking, Wang Feng opened the door and threw a piece of paper in front of us, he said I don't know who wrote the limerick poem, you see. Wang Li picked it up and looked, he was still standing, I looked at him, his legs trembled and looked at me affectionately and softly, turned around and left, and he had just washed his hair and was not afraid of the cold, as if he walked over there with the satisfaction that nothing was there.
Wang Li handed it to me, she said she couldn't understand it, I looked at it, the first and second lines are the disassembled incense characters, and then look at the back, the four words were disassembled into four groups of structures "Xiangxiang is really good". It's unbearable, follow suit, how could Wang Li not understand, I kicked the paper aside and continued to knit the sweater.
Later, the paper was pressed under my quilt. To be continued.