Moonlight bumps into it – the pile of snow, as dazzling as sunlight, will burst into tears after a long time

The fire in the fireplace was particularly strong, the whole room was wrapped in warmth, the glass door was tightly closed, the floor-to-ceiling yarn was pushed to both sides, Grandma sat by the fireplace, there was a book on the small table at hand, a cup of milk tea, Grandma looked at the glass door, her eyes were very scattered, I don't know if she was staring at the snow on the ground, or the petal-like snowflakes that fell one after another, maybe not, she stared at it, it was the story hidden in the snowflakes, but it was looming in the memory, unclear and unclear at the same time, It's like being mixed in snowflakes, clear and clear.

Occasionally a snowflake sticks to the glass door, and due to the temperature in the room, in a few moments, the snowflakes melt into water, flowing down the clean glass, leaving no trace, and re-merging into the snow.

The pile of snow, as dazzling as the sun, will tear up after a long time.

Grandma retracted her gaze, unfreely reached for the milk tea on the table, the mouth of the teacup, still steaming, she took a sip gently, left the teacup in her mouth, froze for a moment, Grandma slowly put down, memory, always some intermittent slightly sweet, shy blushing face.

The fire in the fireplace makes a stirring sound, the flames sing and dance, and the whole night is reveling, and the tireless place lingers, as if fighting against the cold winter moon.

I heard the cold wind whistling past, the snow falling, the potted plants on the balcony had long been covered with snow, the cold wind was outdated, the dead branches shook the body, and the white snow that fell on the body was gargling and falling.

The wires outside the house roared in the wind, as if they could cut the cold air and turn the weather around.

Grandma turned on the TV, playing the morning news, Sanqian was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, busy, she drank her cup of hot milk first, and then hummed a little song, fried fritters for Grandma, looked out of the window from time to time, snow piled on the edge of the window, like white cotton, a light touch, it will be deeply trapped in it, the green plants between the corridors, fortunately Three Thousand put on their coats last night, and finally survived.

Three thousand with hot milk, and cut fritters, pushed the door open with half of her body, the glass door was gently pushed open, and then, a cold air squeezed in front of her, entered the room, just a gust of wind, drifted in a few strands of white snow, three thousand hair, like pinning a few hairpins, the red fluttering face reflected in the snow, ruddy red.

She took off her snow-stained slippers and stepped barefoot into the house, her body attacked by the cold air, into the warmth, and her tense muscles instantly relaxed. She could obviously come in through the small door, but she had to go around in a small circle, coming from a world of heavy snow. Grandma took the hot milk in her hand, looked infinitely gentle, and asked softly: Is the snow piled up on the ground thick?

Thick, especially thick. Three thousand rubbed their hands, squatting barefoot by the fireplace, the white velvet carpet was like the snow outside the house, white and transparent, three thousand rolls shrunk on it, looked up and asked Grandma: Is it not so heavy snow in many years.

Grandma nodded, thoughtfully: It's been a long time, and I've forgotten it for a long time.

Sanqian frowned, reached out on the table and picked up a small piece of fritter and put it in his mouth, while chewing, he nodded his head approvingly, and a few words came out of his mouth: Good craftsmanship, in the future, if I can't find a job, I will go downstairs to set up a stall.

Grandma gave her a blank look, picked up a piece of fritters with chopsticks, put them in the milk to moisten them, put them in her mouth, and then said: There is still some fire, you want to set up a stall, and you have to practice more.

Grandma this is the routine herself, from the beginning of primary school, Grandma taught her to make a variety of breakfasts, every day in a variety of tricks to ensure that a week will not be repeated.

But Grandma taught her to cook, will not let her go to the kitchen, in recent years, Grandma's body is not as good as a year, has rarely gone to the kitchen, in the face of those complicated ingredients, Sanqian is only occasionally doing.

Grandma, Han said, winter has arrived, their family has not yet prepared firewood and coal, if the oven is baked, Grandpa Han's rheumatism will hurt badly, so, during the day, I invited them to our house. Sanqian said, while peeking at Grandma's face, she found that recently, Grandma is better than in the past, the memory has not been remembered, Sanqian does not know, but at least did not lose again, she thought, among them, Grandpa Han must have merit.

Only to hear the cold wind outside whistling, the snow piled on the balcony lifted up, actively bouncing and jumping, and then gently falling in a corner, Grandma's memory, some pictures intermittent, snowy, snowy, laughter, a voice called "Han", a hand in front of the eyes, but the face in front of the eyes, no matter how to see clearly.

Grandma did not respond for a long time, and Sanqian immediately said: It doesn't matter, Grandma, if you don't like it, they will bake the electric stove for a day or two.

yes. Grandma looked back at the three thousand looking at her, said she didn't hear clearly, and repeated it again.

I invited Grandpa Han to come to our house to roast the fire. Three thousand brief briefings.

The snow is so big, the wind does not stop, if the fireplace at home is not lit, in the cold winter, people are old, how can the rheumatism of the legs bear.

Grandma remembered that Grandpa Han would occasionally carry crutches, he told her that in recent years, there were many inconveniences in the legs and feet, and the body had collapsed, and he also said that people always have to fall leaves and return to their roots, and at the age when they are about to enter the earth, they can accompany the place where they are thinking, and if they die, they will be at ease.

Speaking late and fast, Grandma's voice just fell, the doorbell rang downstairs, the little white dog was more active than anyone, heard the doorbell, lazily lying on the carpet body conditionally bounced up, the furry tail was thrown on the back, swinging left and right, the front paws were lying on the ground, bending down, stretching out a lazy waist.

Actively ran to the door, waiting for his little master to open the door.

Xiao Bai, you don't have to go downstairs, your paws are wet and you can't enter the house. The excited Little White didn't hear anything, the small wooden door had just been opened, it jumped out of the threshold first, quickly ran down the stairs, stood in the corner and waited for three thousand.

The courtyard was piled up with thick snow, and Xiao Bai tentatively jumped down, sticking his mouth into the snow, concave one small hole after another, and the small plum blossom prints were lined up in a row, and in an instant, the kung fu was covered with snow.

Three thousand opened the iron door, and an old man and a young man stood outside the door, holding the big red umbrella above their heads.

Grandpa Han stood in the ice and snow with his hands on crutches, his feet trembling, Sanqian opened the door, he smiled and squinted and said: "Trouble you again, Xiaoqian."

Where, Grandpa Han please come in.

Han Daiyi followed behind them, raised the umbrella high, step by step carefully, and held the can of chicken soup in his arms, the snow fell on it, felt the temperature, quickly melted away, and was steamed dry.

Under the eaves, Han turned the umbrella around, the snow covering it formed a circle, flew around in the yard, the umbrella was above, clean, he put away the umbrella, leaned against the corner of the wall, bent down, touched the little white who was wagging his tail to him, stomped on the snow on his feet, and went up the steps.

Xiao Bai followed behind, his nose constantly moving, as if he had smelled the can of chicken soup in his arms.

Dai Yi, the snow outside the house is really big, it seems that it has been many years, and it has not snowed so much in many years. Grandpa Han put his crutches in the corner of the wall and put on the slippers that three thousand had prepared for him.

Yeah, the snow is so big. Your legs...

The legs are fine, it is in the winter, do not listen to the call, many years, have long been used to, you, how is the body.

It's very good, that is, there will occasionally be some pictures in the mind, vague.

It's okay, after winter, spring is coming, we can go around, and when the time comes, we will definitely find our memories. Grandpa Han said this, but there was some reluctance in his heart, if she really found her memory, would she forgive herself, would she not, did not want to meet.

Grandma just nodded, looking at Grandpa Han sitting on the sofa opposite, he tried a lot before bending his knees, the whole person seemed to be smashed on the sofa, his legs could not withstand the gravity, when crouching, all by the support of his hands.

Dai Yi has loved to drink chicken soup since she was a child, and Han Cha knows this, even after decades, her taste has not changed.

Han Daiyi put the jar full of chicken soup on the table, Grandma's nose is very smart, all of a sudden smell, she looked back at the jar, Han Daiyi said: This is Grandpa specially boiled black chicken soup, Grandpa said, Grandma likes to drink chicken soup, so Grandpa deliberately stewed one more, bring Grandma to taste.

Dai Yi looked at Han Dai Yi and then at Han Cha, and his eyes asked, how do you know that I like to drink chicken soup. Han Cha just said: I added Chinese medicine to the black chicken soup, which is very good for your body.

You bother.

Grandma is like a small child, as soon as others change the subject, she forgets her own last second.

Grandma, Grandpa Han, then let's go out. Sanqian and Han Daiyi stood in the doorway, and Grandma put down the chicken soup in the bowl and told them to be slippery, be careful, the weather is cold, and go home early.

Sanqian once again told Grandma that she had made the meal, as long as it was placed in the microwave oven to heat it up, she could eat it, and Grandma thought she was long-winded and signaled her to leave quickly.