Snowflake that flutters novel Feng Xinlin

Snowflakes that flutter. Short novel, Feng Xinlin

Iron Egg is a man with a heart, Grandma said. When Grandma spoke, she looked at the iron egg in the sheep pen, and her face was full of melancholy. Grandma felt that people of such an age should not have such a heavy heart.

Just after entering the waxing moon, the sky began to cloud, and the clouds in the northwest corner became thicker and thicker. The iron egg was feeding the sheep, the pot was a red plastic pot, the sheep was white, the pot contained light yellow porridge, and the ewe was accompanied by two toe lambs, the lamb was red in white, and was kneeling on top of the milk. The iron egg looked out of his mind, and he thought how good he would be if he were that little lamb.

Iron Egg is eight years old this year. The eight-year-old Iron Egg is long and solid, and he is also half a head taller than his peers. When he was three years old, his parents went to Jiangnan to work. In the memory of the iron egg, his parents just came home for the New Year, first coaxing him into their arms with their new clothes, and then leading him to the market to go to his grandmother's house. Just mixed, in front of my parents dare to talk and laugh, flashed the year, one day opened my eyes, the two disappeared again. At first, the iron egg still cried and did not even eat. After a long time, the child gradually became numb, and when he came back, he came back, and he walked, as if following himself

Nothing involved. Grandma also said that the iron egg understood things, and slowly found that this child was thin-talking, and often looked at the clouds in a daze. School is also not social, love to crouch in the corner of the wall or under the tree, sprinkle some steamed bread, talk to a nest of ants.

Iron Egg grew up with his grandparents. The iron egg has eaten Grandma's dry mother, Grandma's dry nipples are often sucked by the iron egg to make it painful, and Grandma tearfully bites her teeth and can't bear to pull it out of the iron egg's mouth. The iron egg wet the bed, wet on the left, Grandma warmed the left, wet on the right, Grandma warmed the right, both sides were wet, Grandma let the little iron egg stick to her arms. A few years ago, when my grandfather was alive, he often took iron eggs to catch grasshoppers, catch rabbits, move shrimp, and fish.

When it comes to fishing, Iron Egg can't help but be happy. His village was in the southwest corner of the reservoir, zhuangzi was not large, not far from his home, and there was a pond. The shape of the pond is like a treasure gourd, the northeast is the handle, into the water, the southwest is the belly, hidden fish. There are reeds growing by the pond, and the buds are purple and red in spring and gray in winter. In summer, the lotus blossoms bloom, and the pink red is like a painting.

In the autumn, Grandpa felt the lotus in the water, and the iron egg was guarded on the shore. Only to see Grandpa lean down and grope for a while, a long white lotus with a black pond mud out of the water. Grandpa chose the most tender lotus tip, washed it, handed it to the iron egg, and put the iron egg in his mouth, and the lotus was crisp and raw, sweet and nourishing. It tasted delicious. Grandpa died after eating moon cakes, and his parents hurried home, crying bitterly, and after crying, they hurriedly buried Grandpa in the soil, hurriedly put the five-seven and three-day round graves together, and hurriedly went out to work. Iron Egg felt like they were writing their own homework, and when they were done, they were finished, but Iron Egg thought about Grandpa. When he thinks of Grandpa, he will come to the pond, the pond under the sunset is golden, the iron egg seems to feel that Grandpa is still in the pond to touch the lotus, the wind blows lotus leaves floating, as if Grandpa is waving to him.

It was Sunday, and the sun of Bai Lala would hide in the clouds for a while and then emerge from the cracks in the clouds. Iron Egg on the cement road outside the courtyard to beat Luo, the second lady dragged her parents past him, the second lady and he were classmates, watching the second lady in front of the father and mother to sell cute looks, the iron egg heart was first sour, and then felt that the second lady was into the heart of the eyes of him, looking at the distant back, the iron egg spit fiercely, angrily hummed, into the hospital to see the sheep in the circle.

Grandma looked up at the sky, launched the electric car, and said to the iron egg, let's rush to the market. The iron egg did not move, and was watching the suckling lamb out of his mind. The lamb was on its knees, with white milk on the corners of its mouth and drooling from its iron mouth. It wasn't until Grandma pulled him up that he reluctantly got into the electric car.

Not far from the market, over a wheat field, just a bend from an ancient bridge. In the market of Layue, people are obviously thickened a lot, and at the entrance of the street store, the stalls selling vegetables, fruits and all kinds of food are green and green, and some people actually start to sell couplets and New Year paintings. Grandma seemed to know everyone well and kept saying hello.

Grandma came to the northeast corner of the market with the iron egg. Iron Egg knew that Grandma was going to buy him fritters. This is an old churros pot, the oil pot is supported under the red and blue plastic sheet shed on the side of the road, the small electric fan squeaks and blows, the oil pot is red under the fire, and from time to time there is a yellow spark bursting out. The fritters are turned in the frying pan, the frying pan is smoking green, and the fritters are browned. Grandma loves to eat fritters that have just come out of the pan, so she parked the electric car not far in front of the frying pan, came down to pay for the fritters. The iron egg stood on the pedal of the electric car seat, the electric car did not turn off, and the key was still inserted on it.

A car came and the crowd dodged and there was a commotion. Iron Egg felt the electric car shaking, he stepped forward, lifted the handlebars, the motor actually crashed to the front, and the oil pot suddenly raised a fire.

The female owner of the fritter pot suffered extensive burns and was admitted to the intensive care unit of the county hospital.

Grandma was busy raising money and never had a good look at the iron egg again. The next afternoon, two men came to buy sheep. The two little lambs mooed, and the iron egg tearfully pulled the sheep rope to prevent the sheep from being sold. Grandma snatched the sheep rope violently and said that if you don't sell sheep, do you call people? The iron egg was on its toes and almost fell. He looked at his grandmother with grievance and did not speak again. The northwest wind began to blow, and the sheep disappeared at the mouth of the village.

In the evening, Grandma couldn't find the iron egg. She searched all over the village, and the mournful cries echoed through the gloomy air.

Iron eggs have been found in the dead lotus leaves of ponds. Grandma let out a cry at the edge of the pond and fainted.

The village is silent, and the snowflakes are drifting.

At noon on March 18, rain and snow flew, and the tablet on the shore of the south-to-north water diversion canal was hastily written.