In the New Year, I bought prawn puff pastry, the most emotional sugar. Fragrant and sweet and crispy, in the era of material poverty when I was a child, it represented the New Year, represented the return of my father, and represented that I had

In the New Year, I bought prawn puff pastry, the most emotional sugar.

Fragrant and sweet and crispy, in the era of material poverty when I was a child, it represented the New Year, it represented the return of my father, and it also represented that I had a best and best uncle.

At that time, most people in the village could not eat sugar for the New Year, and the best snack was dried sweet potatoes fried in sand, called sweet potato beans.

I have sugar at home. Dad came home from Baotou for the New Year, brought a bag of sugar, distributed it to the children of my uncles and uncles, and left a large bag, my mother was still reluctant to give us four brothers and sisters two pieces. The rest of the sugar, my mother hid, to keep people to go to relatives or entertain guests.

We were hungry everywhere, going to heaven and earth, and we didn't want to turn out my mother's secret thoughts, and finally, looking at the locked box on the top of the cabinet, despairing, such a precious thing, how could my mother not lock it!

The days passed so tastelessly, and it was August 15.

My mother bought a few months of cake, to grab another handful of sugar, take it to see a big aunt, who knows, she touched the seam under the wardrobe for a while, felt that something was wrong, took out a piece, opened the sugar paper to see, it was actually wrapped in a small stone!

Take another piece, still a stone, still a stone, and all the sugar has become stone!

Mom took a fire hook and forced us to ask, who in the end stole food regardless of the head food? A whole big bag, there's not a single piece left, huh!? Don't know if this candy is reserved for gifts? Our family's pigs must not be sold by Uncle Gong rushing to the market? Can't borrow someone's car? Gong Dad is not at home, these few who are sick and have disasters can't ask others to help send them to the hospital? Why are you so ignorant, huh?! Who stole it, or all four of them! If I don't say a word today, I'll be beaten up!"

The eldest brother shed tears, Mom, I really didn't steal it!

My sister and I remembered the taste of the fire hook on my body and cried, Mom, I didn't steal, I didn't steal!

The second brother did not speak with a runny nose, whispered denials for half a day, and I did not steal...

My mother was so angry that she threw the fire hook, cursed, and said that I found a public meal, grass his mother, I took four children alone to suffer and no one saw, gave birth to four children did not sit for a month, he did not come back all year round, come back to divide things, he gave his wife and children extra close to the hot spot?! Grass mother, his own children can't even eat a piece of candy, what kind of public meal he eats...

I have been afraid of my mother since I was a child, she is full of resentment, if I am not careful, I will be beaten, and what I eat is more important, so I love to go to my aunt's house.

My aunt has a good temper, my uncle is better, although she also lives by farming, but her healthy posture is thick and smiling, cheerful and generous, and when she goes, she gives good food, manages enough, never like others, hiding it.

It was exactly the same as the prawn puff pastry that my dad brought back, put it in a basket, I grabbed a large handful and put it in my pocket, played outside, ate it and then went back to catch it, I don't know how many times a day.

The uncle laughed and conjured up something else the next day.

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Twenty-four years after my father's death, when our family was still very poor; my mother had been suffering from cerebral infarction for six or seven years, and our life had been better before the illness, but she still had to eat some pickles and calculate, and when she saw that she was eating a little fast, she quickly grabbed the salt and sprinkled it again; eight years after my uncle's death, this affection was forever hidden in my heart but could not be repaid; my aunt was also elderly and demented, and she was stupid and did not know anyone, but I had to get out to see her.