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The wheelchair couldn't move quickly in the cotton field. Su Shen moved for a while, and finally passed the field. When she was about to turn to the road, she didn't notice a small piece of snow next to her, and her wheels were pressed on it.

It was also a coincidence that the only thing that covered the snow here was a small mud puddle covered with ice. When the wheels passed by here and turned forward, they slipped a bit.Su Shen didn't pay attention to the road under his feet at first, and only reacted after slipping, but it was too late, and the wheelchair tilted to one side.

Within a second of falling down, Great God Su's wise and mighty brain gave two choices.

One is to tilt the body in the opposite direction, trying to stabilize the wheelchair.

The second is to adjust the angle and fall down, and try to fall in a more graceful posture.

Su Shen's wise nervous system quickly gave instructions to the brain, and was the first to deliver the neurotransmitter to the mouth. Unfortunately, after reaching the mouth, it fell into a stuck state.

So, at that moment, he didn't choose one or two, but chose, and shouted.

Accompanied by this cry, he didn't have time to move, and fell directly to the ground.

in an awkward posture.

If he was in a crowded place, the moment he hit the ground, he would quickly help the wheelchair to sit up.

However, in this cold day in the wilderness, he suddenly felt that his already frozen hands and feet had entered a state of hibernation, and he was too lazy to move.

Lie on the ground for a while maintaining the position where he fell to the ground.

He simply stretched his arms to the side, and lay on his back in the thin snow with some dead grass roots.

The sun in the sky tried its best but could not emit the brightest light, and the wind on the surface was not strong. Su Shen even stretched out his hand to try it, but the clouds moved very fast, like watching a revolving lantern, and after a while, they bulged out. The clouds covered the poor sun, and after a while, the sun reappeared from the missing cloud.

He let out a long sigh of relief and laughed out loud.

How stupid.

"Gentlemen—" he said aloud.

Before he could finish the next sentence, he interrupted himself, "Mr. Pig."

"Mr. Cat, Mr. Dog, Mr. Ant, how are you all?"

Su Shen narrowed his eyes.

It smells good in winter.

His wheelchair was still on one side, and he was lying straight on the ground. Although he was smiling happily here, it was actually very weird when viewed from a distance.

Especially, this is still in the cemetery.

Before he could open his eyes, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then he was half-supported up and shook twice.

"Wake up wake up, what's wrong with you?"

Su Shen suddenly opened his eyes.

The man who helped him up was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Are you all right?"

He didn't speak.

At this time, he can't let him admit that he is too lazy to get up, so he can lie here and play for a while, right?It's so stupid, and it's winter, and it's New Year's Eve.

So, at this awkward moment, Su Dashen blurted out, "Happy Chinese New Year."

Absolutely.After he finished speaking, he cursed in his heart.

The man still maintained the posture of supporting his back, he was taken aback when he heard such a sentence, and then replied dryly, "Hi, happy new year."

After he finished speaking, he also fell silent, stretched out his hand to straighten the wheelchair on one side, and then helped Su Shen to sit on it.

No words the whole time.

After sitting down, Su Shen whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The man pushed him out of the cotton field until he was on the road before letting go.

Su Shen said again: "Thank you."

He didn't speak this time, turned around and walked back to the cotton field just now, waving his hands back as he walked.

Su Shen stared at his back for a few moments, his legs were a little limp, and he couldn't walk very steadily. After discovering this, Su Shen felt a strange feeling in his heart.It's like finding the same one.

Humans have been social animals since ancient times.

The loneliest person still lives in the human category, so how can he talk about loneliness?

Therefore, in this big category, everyone will naturally look for their own sub-category. Even if some people don't want to admit it, or don't want to look for it, they will always move closer to a certain group.When you meet someone who is similar to you, you will always feel a different emotion from the bottom of your heart.

The so-called sympathy for each other, sympathy for each other in the same disease, and things that hurt the same kind are mostly the same.

Su Shen didn't look at his face carefully, but after all, it was a face-to-face meeting, and in retrospect, he always felt a little familiar.

He naturally attributed this familiarity to the reaction caused by the group effect.

After the man waved his hand, Su Shen stopped staring at him, turned around and walked down the road.

In fact, many times, the so-called closeness is mostly people's illusion.

For example, the lame man is not actually disabled.

He sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone where Su Shen had burned paper just now, rubbed his numb knee, took out a pen from his pocket, and replaced the rusty one.Put the rusty old pen into the pocket.

Su Shen didn't feel ashamed to splash the dirt on his body in front of the man just now, and now he was walking on the main road, and they were all people who had just returned home from the grave. He looked at the snow and dirt on his sleeves, and it was indeed a bit outrageous.It was like being robbed.

He quickly stepped aside and patted the dirt on his body.

The point is that if he goes to the grave, who will rob him in the grave?

ghost?

Moreover, this cotton field is not big, and there are only the graves of their Su family.

Hold on.

It's just their Su family's grave, so, what did that person do just now?

Su Shen thought about it, he didn't remember such a relative.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously wanted to turn around. As a result, the wheelchair was pulled by someone, and with his own strength just now, he made a 360-degree turn, and finally stopped in the direction just now.

"Brother." Song Hailin, who was pulling his wheelchair, leaned in front of him and smiled at him.

"You, dancing?" Su Shen stared at him.

"Shouldn't I ask you this? I turned around as soon as I got up." Leaning on the armrest, "Dancing in a circle?"

"The doll dances with the little bear." Su Shen replied to him.

"Eh?" Song Hailin suddenly looked at him and smiled, then pointed to the top of his head and said, "Brother, you are celebrating Chinese New Year, are you going to sell yourself?"

"For the New Year's Eve, can you accumulate some morals?" Su Shen was talking, and Song Hailin stretched out his hand over his head.

He was about to raise his hand to block it, but Song Hailin withdrew his hand before lifting it up, holding a small piece of dry grass with his fingers and shaking it, "You really want to sell a piece of grass on your head?"

Thanks to him, I didn't pay attention to the head just now.

Su Shen snatched it away, "If you don't buy it, return it."

"Buy, who said not to buy it." Song Hailin carried the grass behind his back, "Can I let you fall into other people's hands? I must be crying and shouting to buy you back as a sacrifice."

"I really can only offer it." Su Shen nodded approvingly, "You see, I don't expect to be able to work for you like this."

Song Hailin rubbed the dry grass with two fingers and circled around, and pushed the wheelchair behind him, "Then I'll take you home."

"For?"

"I'm not willing to let you work, I have to offer it." Song Hailin pushed him forward with one hand, and rubbed his head a few times with the other hand holding the grass, messing up the already messy hair. It's even more chaotic.

Su Shen's eyes that were about to blink stopped halfway.

He didn't move, only his ears were slightly red.

"It's New Year's Eve." After a while, he said.

For those who celebrate the new year, they are thirty years old.

Several families eat dumplings.

Su Shenchu ​​tied firecrackers to the pole at the door of the kitchen, watching grandma put dumplings into the pot one by one.

It was still dark, and there were already a lot of firecrackers outside. It should be that some people in a hurry put the dumplings out in advance.

He tossed the lighter up and down to play, and grandma picked up a dumpling with a colander and handed it to him, "Try to see if it's done."

"@#￥%###" After eating the dumplings, Su Shen said indistinctly, fanning the heat from his mouth.

"It's fine when it's cooked, and it's out of the pot." Grandma didn't know how to understand, so she put the dumplings out on a plate, "Let's let the whip go."

"Row."

Su Shen came to the door with a large hanging whip, and just inserted the pole into the snowdrift at the door, Song Hailin also rushed out at this time, surrounded by a little guy and ran in circles change.

Both of them were holding a firecracker, but Song Hailin's didn't tie it to the pole. He found a dead tree with a crooked neck at the door, threw the whip on it, and then waved to Su Shen, "Brother, I shouted!" Three two one, let's light the fire together."

Before Su Shen could reply, he shouted over there, "One!"

As soon as he finished shouting this one, Su Shen leaned over to light the fuse.

After igniting the fire, he pushed the wheel violently and flashed back.

"Hey." Seeing that Su Shen didn't follow his password, Song Hailin hurriedly clicked the fuse.

As a result, Su Shen's whip hadn't sounded at all, and the red paper flowers exploded on his side.

There was thunder on the ground.

He covered his ears and shouted to Su Shen, "What's the matter with you!"

"My house..."

What Su Shen said behind was drowned in the sound of firecrackers that exploded suddenly on his side.

The blasted red pieces flew under the wheelchair, and bursts of smoke sent a unique smell of saltpeter to the tip of the nose, which is also the smell of Chinese New Year that permeates the whole village.

The sound of firecrackers gradually weakened.

Grandma Su was holding dumplings in the courtyard and shouted, "Come in and eat dumplings."

The ending sound came from Song Hailin's whip hanging on the crooked neck tree, and the toothless child who came out ran around.

Su Shen put her hand over her mouth and shouted at him: "I lengthened this fuze by me."

After shouting, he waved his hand and went straight to the door.

"Then don't tell me in advance!" Song Hailin shouted towards his back.

The child who was surrounded by the crooked neck tree stopped at some point, squatted on the ground for a while, then picked up a small dumb whip, raised his head and grinned and shouted: "Brother."

Song Hailin glanced at it, and was about to tell him to put it down, when a voice rushed ahead of him and shouted: "Throw it away!"

The sound is like a bell, full of energy.

The child was so frightened that he threw it out immediately, and watched timidly with his mouth flattened.

Song Hailin looked at Song Qing who had just come back from the outside, and he still said that he was the same, with an expression that could scare a child to cry on the spot. The children at home, no matter how skinny they were, were afraid of him.No matter how you think about it, you don't match up with the person you just met at Su's house.

Song Hailin has been secretly looking at Song Qing, Song Qing is as usual, except that he walks a little slowly when entering the door.

In fact, thinking about it, he went to Su's house every year when everyone went out to visit the grave, and he had kept it a secret for so many years, so it would definitely not be easy for people to see the clues.

It's just a coincidence this year.Just letting him see.

The grandparents and grandchildren of the Su family didn't have the habit of keeping the year old. As usual, after setting off firecrackers and eating dumplings, the [-]th year would be over.

Grandma put down the chopsticks, took out a red envelope, and stuffed it into Su Shen's hand.

The outer skin of the red envelope is made by grandma herself with paper. It is not all red, but white with a plum blossom print. The plum blossom print seems to have faded over time, and the whole paper looks pink. , like letterhead.There are also hollow cut flowers in the middle, which are cut out for each year's zodiac, and the bright red money can just be exposed from the hollow place.

There is one such red envelope every year.

The plum blossoms on the red envelope paper are dotted with a brush, which looks like the paper left by grandma when she was young.

Su Shen took it, patted the back of grandma's hand a few times, and said, "Grandma, happy Chinese New Year."

Grandma didn't respond to him, she stretched out her hand to rub the top of his head, and muttered: "The children and grandchildren are safe, and they will live longer."

Su Shen's eyes were a little sore.

I usually feel that I am mature when my neck is full, and I regard myself as a pillar, but his grandma always treats him like a child. At the end of the year, she seems to be scratching her head and telling him that tomorrow there will be candy like.

"When you sleep, don't forget to put the New Year's money under the pillow," grandma told him, "Your grandpa, protect you."

"Ah."

Su Shen agreed.

Grandma stroked his hair twice more, and walked slowly back into the house.

Su Shen sat in front of the table and sighed.

Say one sentence every year, your grandpa protects you.

He stuffed the last dumpling on the plate into his mouth, and cleaned up the dishes while chewing.After tidying up, I looked at the sky in the yard for a while.It was completely dark at this moment, and some people started to set off fireworks one after another, some were big fireworks that were thrown directly in the sky, and some were small fireworks that were played with children in the yard, lighting up the night sky Quite a lot.

There were children's laughter and shouts everywhere.

He was holding two firework sticks in his hand. When he went to buy the hanging whip, the stall owner put them in his bag and said "Happy Chinese New Year".

He lit one first.

The pyrotechnic stick immediately burst into yellow-green sparks.He looked at it motionless, then swayed in the air a few times, and drew a heart shape by the way. After finishing the drawing, he felt silly again, so he stopped and didn't move any more.

The light reflected on his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his eyebrows were still twisted, as if he thought it was funny but felt that he was stupid, so he was tangled back and forth.

Song Hailin leaned on the wall and stared blankly.

After the pyrotechnic stick was burned out, he shone a flashlight on Su Shen and blew a whistle.

When Su Shen looked over to the wall, he had turned over quickly, stepped on a brick under the wall, and fell to the ground.

After approaching, Su Shen could see clearly that he was holding a bunch of small fireworks played by children in his arms.

Song Hailin went over and threw something on Su Shen's lap, bent over and leaned closer and said, "Shall we set off fireworks together?"

Su Shen didn't speak, picked a big one from the pile and threw it to him, and gave him the lighter along the way, and gave him a wink to light it.

Song Hailin hugged it and studied it for a while, then stuck it in the middle of the yard and ignited the fuse.

At first he thought it was a small firework with no tricks, but he didn't go far, but at the beginning, sparks were scattered and scattered to the side. He quickly jumped a few times and ran to Su Shen's side.

As soon as they got to Su Shen's side, the small firework finished warming up and began to shoot up sparks normally. The half-person-high sparks lit up the yard brightly.

"Is this firework aimed specifically at me?"

Su Shen looked at the constantly changing fireworks in front of him and smiled, and after hearing what Song Hailin said, he raised his hand and handed him the remaining firework stick.

Song Hailin looked down at him.

He raised his head, the pear dimple was deeply carved on his mouth, looked at Song Hailin and smiled, his eyes flickered on and off, as if there were little stars, Song Hailin didn't go to pick up the firework stick, instead he stretched out his finger and poked it out of nowhere His dimples.