The snow outside the curtain began to drift, and the incense of Tsui Hokori had not yet dissipated.
The north wind whistled in December, rolling up the shearing snowflakes and causing them to fall everywhere. The snow kept falling, whitening the hills and ravines, bending the branches, hiding the living beings, and the heavens and the earth melted into one color. The view outside the window is like a still life painting, and everything on the painting proceeds silently.
There was a stove burning in the window, which was bustling. Hongyu put her hands on the windowsill, her eyes staring at the fluttering snowflakes. Friends chop wood in the wood room. Suddenly there was a sharp cry in the room, and the baby on the bed woke up. She had just come into this world and didn't know anything about people. In her early 40s, Hongyu and Friends secretly had her. Perhaps it was her arrival that turned this conflicted and fragmented home around.
Hongyu was shocked and withdrew the god. She walked quickly into the house to coax her, she really completely inherited her father's stubborn temper - Hongyu coaxed her for a long time before she stopped.
"Is Hongyu at home?" Outside the gate came the shouts of the sister-in-law.
"At home!" The two replied in unison. The friend immediately put down the unbroken wood, knocked on the sawdust on his body and walked out of the firewood room to open the door.
As soon as the eldest sister-in-law walked into the house, she said, "I'll come and see your little girl."
Hongyu let her into the room and whispered a few words to her. She stood by the bed and stared at the child: she was so small, she didn't have a single hair on her head, and the top of her bare head was like the top of a mountain after a volcanic eruption, her eyes were tightly closed, and her brows were slightly locked.
"Give your child a name?" The sister-in-law came out and asked.
"Her father said a few, I don't think it's good, I have no culture, it's better for the sister-in-law to say a few." Hongyu closed the door of the back room and said.
"Well, I've come up with a name, Zhang Ziyan, do you think so?" She said happily.
Hongyu thought the name sounded good and praised it. She called in to her friends and asked for his opinion.
The eldest sister-in-law continued to explain: "The harmonic sound of 'Zi Que' is 'self-humility', which means that I hope that your daughter will be humble when she grows up." The Son is the 'Son' of the Son; the 'Son' is a thousand by the ear. ”
He nodded. So she finally had her own name: Zhang Ziyan. Because she was a girl, neither Grandpa nor Aunt liked her. On the day she was born, Grandpa happily came to ask his friends whether the child was male or female, and when he learned that she was a girl, he did not enter the house to look at her, and then he left in a daze; when the aunt learned that she was a girl, her face was pulled down at once. The idea of son preference still existed at that time. But Hongyu and friends like her very much and regard her as a pearl in the palm of their hand.
They talked for a morning, and after the snow was gone, the sky was clear and the sister-in-law went home.
Spring breeze ten miles, not as good as you
"Hadron came home in the afternoon, I was really in a hurry." He knows that if we have a son, will he be anxious, or sad or will he throw her away? With his temper... I'm so scared.... Hongyu said worriedly.
"It's all right, this kid is anxious, but he's not bad by nature. Don't think about it too much. Friends reassured and comforted.
I hope that his brothers and sisters can be harmonious, and we will take care of each other when we leave. She prayed in her heart.
"Mother, I'm back." Outside the door came the loud shouts of the hadrons.
"Well, isn't he out of school in the afternoon, how?" I haven't figured out what to say to him yet. She said to herself.
"Here it comes." She walked out and opened the door.
"The snow just stopped, and the teacher was afraid that it would be big again in the afternoon, so he left school early." He parked his bike in the yard and said. Mother and son walked and talked. Seeing the emaciated and yellow-faced hadron, Hongyu temporarily forgot her previous worries, and some were just thoughts and worries.
Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying came from the house. Hongyu's face suddenly changed color.
"Mother, who in the house is crying?"
"Yes... be...... It's your new sister. Hongyu's breath finally spat out.
"Huh?" He was stunned.
He strode into the house. Hongyu followed behind his son, who was already half a head taller than him, and his heart tightened tighter and tighter.
The door squeaked open, and Zi Yan was still crying. Looking at the child on the bed, Hadron was stunned, and then slowly walked to the edge of the bed, picked up Zi Que and began to coax her. At this time, Hongyu did not know that his heart was nothing but surprise and joy. When Hongyu saw this warm picture, her tight heart suddenly let go and smiled happily. Maybe there was a great fate, the hadron coaxed her for a while, and she stopped crying.
Zi Yan gradually grew up. Hongyu pushes her with a dirt cart every time she goes out to do farm work, and will never leave her at home, so she spends most of her time in the field. She was so happy. Once, the dragonfly stood on her face, and sitting on the ground, she suddenly jumped up and pounced on the dragonfly near the ground, only to pounce on the ground and lie on the ground again. At this time, she began to cry again.
"What's the matter, Zi Yan?" Hongyu immediately put down his hoe and ran from the other side of the ground to this side.
"One standing on my face... A dragonfly... Ran. She cried.
"What should I do?" Don't cry, don't cry, wait for me to catch someone else for you to play. Hongyu said comfortingly.
There were a lot of grasshoppers in the field, and Hongyu casually caught a small green grasshopper and took it to Zi Yan to play with.
When she placed her in front of Zi Yan, Zi Que was so frightened that she immediately blocked her eyes with two young little hands and closed them tightly.
"Scare you to play, don't be afraid!" Hongyu said with a smile. At this time, Zi Yan looked out from the slit of her fingers, and it was not until after Hongyu left that she took her hand down.
As Bian Zhilin said, "The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams." May each of us decorate the dreams of our loved ones, and may our coming bring them joy or joy.
Distant fields