The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

The old man was so happy that tears welled up in his muddy eyes, and Tang Jiao felt sour in his heart.

Her grandma has loved her the most since she was a child. Ever since she fell ill, she has often chanted sutras and prayed for her.

"Grandma, you too, why do you look so young every year? You are worthy of being a flower in our village~"

Tang Jiao's sweet voice made the old man smile.

"Oh, this little mouth is covered with honey~ Come in, come in quickly, don't get cold."

He pulled Tang Jiao affectionately for two steps, then turned around and remembered his other granddaughters, sons and daughters-in-law, and greeted him cheerfully:

"What are you doing when you get home? You're freezing! Come in and eat quickly. Everyone else is here."

The old man's back was slightly stooped, but his steps were very steady.

Tang Mi and Tang Meixiang looked at each other and curled their lips.

Grandma has always loved this sick child the most. Otherwise, a crying child would have milk.

The next day it was New Year's Eve.

The New Year atmosphere in the village is much stronger than in the city. Every household has pasted couplets, hung red lanterns, and cleaned the interior and exterior of the house.

Even the snow on the green brick road outside was white and not dusty.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the adults were chatting in the living room, while the children either watched TV or ran outside to set off firecrackers.

The houses in the village all had heated kangs, so it was warm, but it was a bit stuffy after staying there for a long time.

Tang Jiao got up and went out to get some air.

There was light snow falling outside, but it did not hinder the enthusiasm of the villagers to set off firecrackers.

As soon as it gets dark, the fireworks in the sky never stop, and the sound of firecrackers continues to come from all directions.

The small yellow lights were on in the yard, and two aunts and three children were squatting under the tree to set off firecrackers. After lighting one, they covered their ears and ran away.

When the firecrackers exploded, I ran back happily and continued to set off.

Back and forth, never tired of it.

Tang Jiao put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, watching with interest.

One of the children spotted her and ran over.

"Sister Tangtang, do you want to play with flowers?"

Before Tang Ziao realized what the flowers were, he was pulled over by his sleeves.

The little boy took out a butterfly-shaped mini firework from his pocket and placed it on the ground.

"Sister, come here."

The little boy handed the lit incense to Tang Jiao.

Seeing that she didn't move, I thought she didn't know how to do it, so I taught her again like a little teacher.

"Sister, please stretch out this smoking thing and click on the thread. Don't be afraid! This one won't explode. It's a very beautiful flower!"

Tang Jiao blinked, smiled, and touched the little boy's head.

"Thank you Maomao, sister learned it."

Tang Jiao squatted down with his long and thick coat in his arms, holding the incense and stretching it forward.

"Okay! Okay! Sister, get up quickly!"

The three children clapped their hands excitedly.

Tang Jiao stood in the snow, watching the paper butterfly spin rapidly like fluttering wings, with golden mixed-color fireworks constantly spraying out from the edges of its wings, forming a bright halo.

So lovely.

A toy she had never played with, maybe before she was six years old?

Tang Jiao shook his head and smiled, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the blooming butterfly fireworks, and clicked the photo to end before they went out.

Post this 15-second video.

I wonder if Xiao Jingchuan has finished the New Year’s Eve dinner?

Tang Jiao played with many different kinds of small fireworks with his children. Finally, he felt that the cold was a bit unbearable, so he stood up and walked into the house with his shoulders hunched.

"So! That girl Tang Jiao..."

When Tang Jiao was still a few steps away from the living room door, he vaguely heard his name and stopped instinctively.

A middle-aged male voice who was not unfamiliar said: "Yes, her disease is not so easy to cure. Zhongyi's family has spent a lot of money over the years, right?"

Another loud female voice said: "That's what I'm saying! No matter how much money you invest in this child, it might be all in vain. Although this sounds unpleasant, it is also a fact, right, sister-in-law?"

There was a lot of chatter in the room, and everyone had her name on their lips. Tang Jiao never heard the voices of Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi.

There is no one who agrees or refutes it.

Maybe they've heard this too much before?

Tang Jiao stood in the shadow by the wall. The snowflakes floating on her shoulders became bigger. She smiled faintly and prepared to play with the children with some fireworks.

Suddenly there was a "bang" sound on the table.

"Aqiang's wife! What nonsense are you talking about! Are you trying to bully my good granddaughter because your eyesight is dim because of the Chinese New Year!"

"Oh mom, that's not what I meant-"

"Shut up! Our sugar babies are doing very well now! We will live a long life and be full of children and grandchildren! You are the elders, you are so evil! Who dares not to let our sugar babies study and say such nonsense? ! Just drive the old lady out with a broom!"

"Don't come back again! Don't bother your eyes during the Chinese New Year..."

Tang Jiao smiled and rubbed the tip of his nose, which was slightly red from the cold, with his fingers.

She sniffed and patted the snow off her hat and shoulders.

He slowly exhaled a cloud of hazy white steam from his mouth, rubbed his frozen little face, turned around and left the yard again.

Tang Jiao played with a lot of fireworks with several children, and then ran to the tree outside the yard and built a chubby snowman.

Tired of playing in the snow, the children huffed and ran to play elsewhere.

Tang Jiao moved a small bamboo bench with a backrest and sat in rows with the snowman under the big tree outside the yard.

This tree had been there as long as she could remember, and it was much older than her.

According to my grandma, this is a sapling she dug back from the village entrance when she was a child and planted it with her own hands. It will live as long and green as the old man.

Tang Jiao looked up at the fireworks and was stunned. All the colors reflected in his dark pupils were colorful.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Tang Jiao's eyes lit up and he quickly took out his cell phone. When he saw the name on it, his eyes curled up and he connected to the video. His voice softened instantly.

"Xiao Jingchuan~"

"Have you finished celebrating the New Year?"

The screen of the mobile phone showed the lazy and casual appearance of a young man, wearing dark gray loose home clothes, with slightly damp hair hanging in front of his forehead, and a faint smile on his face.

"Well, I just finished taking a shower. Outside?"

Tang Jiao nodded his head, his eyes bright: "Outside the yard, watching the fireworks."

"Is it fun to be at grandma's house?"

"It's fun! We ate red bean and millet cakes, played with fireworks, and built a fat snowman..."

Tang Jiao held up his mobile phone and counted with one hand what he played and ate. He couldn't count anymore and frowned, thinking hard.

"Then...let me see the snowman?"

Xiao Jingchuan on the screen smiled softly, and his voice sounded even deeper and more magnetic through the phone.

"Okay!"

Tang Jiao's almond-shaped eyes widened, she pointed a finger, and the camera switched to the short, fat snowman next to her with a slightly crooked mouth.

"I made it with a few kids. For the nose, I went to the kitchen and secretly broke off a small piece of carrot tail...isn't it fat and crooked, a bit weird?"

The girl's cheerful and soft voice seemed obedient amidst the lively background sounds of fireworks.

There is also a little bit of loneliness that is not easy to notice...