Sad reminder Xiaobai

The days gradually became colder, wrapped in a thick quilt, Zhou Ji didn't want to wake up either.

But he didn't have a mobile phone, so he was lying on the bed, not knowing what to do, so he still got up after dawdling.

When I walked into the yard, it was completely white outside. The sky was as white as a huge paper, covering everything. When I looked closely, I found a thin layer of frost on the leaves in the yard. Unexpectedly, in winter, Here it comes.

Called into the house by A Niang, Zhou Ji held the warm porridge in his hands, and ate slowly, because in winter, there were not many farming tasks, and A Niang was not busy either.

In such an overly leisurely state, Zhou Ji's long-hidden nerdy nature was exposed.

Almost these days, Zhou Ji would never take the initiative to go out unless he crossed this threshold.

Sitting around the kang, A Niang was weaving a chain and looking at some kind of flour wrapped in sugar on a bamboo plate. It tasted a bit like pumpkin pie, although it was not so sweet.

Zhou Ji took bites one by one, just put them in his mouth, as the saying goes, even though one bite can't eat a fat man,.

But if this continues, Zhou Ji himself can feel that his face seems to be a bit rounder, although Zhou Ji doesn't feel any sense of crisis yet.

Fortunately, the notch carved on the door was finally updated a bit.

While drinking warm water, Zhou Ji couldn't count how many times he burped.

A Niang stretched out her hand, touched her face, and said with a smile, "Ah Ji, it's finally getting fleshy."

Zhou Ji almost choked on these words, so he quickly took the water glass and drank water.

In the afternoon, looking through the window, there is almost no change except for the vast expanse of white

.

Uncle, walked into the yard, what he was holding in his hand was the bacon that Zhou Ji was thinking about.

A Niang sat up, took the skewer of meat from the uncle, and walked to the kitchen. Zhou Ji, tossing his small body, went out of the back room and followed behind A Niang.

The aroused glutton in his stomach, restless, drove Zhou Ji to look longingly at the steaming pot.

Finally, at dinner time, Auntie only cooked part of the bacon, and the rest was distributed to an old woman. Zhou Ji's influence on that woman was only one word, fear, and he would stick to this word to the end.

The last part is left for the New Year’s Eve. The ingredients are very simple, a little salt, and a little bit of chili-like ingredients are added, which is very spicy.

It took a while for Zhou Ji, a person with less serious taste, to get used to it.

Dad put down his chopsticks first, and said, "Today, when I went to town, I happened to meet Liang Nuo and her father. That girl Liang Nuo is really a smart person. If she was a boy, she would be very capable."

A Niang, while helping Dad to take the soup, asked "what's the matter?"

"In Fulin's shop, that little guy took a lot of effort to figure out the accounts. Liang Nuo, that baby, it didn't take half an hour to see the tricks in it."

"The shopkeeper, said in admiration, boasting that if this is a boy, he must be a, extraordinary person."

Zhou Ji worked hard on the rice in the bowl, his ears were not idle.He thought to himself, Liang Nuo is smart, but he has some experience.

Just looking at the books she piled up at home, Zhou Ji absolutely believed that if she was in modern times, she would definitely be a top student.

Every time I see her holding a wooden stick and writing on the ground, I have to say, it is really beautiful.

More importantly, she was only nine years old. Thinking about it, Zhou Ji was quite ashamed of herself.

The next day, it began to snow. When Zhou Ji woke up, looking outside was very dazzling.

When stepping on the soft snow, Zhou Ji realized that it was snowing.

Wearing the hat newly made by Auntie, looking through the window at the snowflakes falling outside, he asked, "Auntie, how long will it be snowing?"

"Aniang doesn't know either, maybe it will stop after a while, maybe it will take a few days before it stops."

Listening to the sizzling sound of the kettle, it was steaming, Zhou Ji was wrapped up like a ball, A Niang was busy in the kitchen, and the uncle went out early in the morning.

Bored, he leaned over to the door, watched the falling snowflakes, and exhaled lightly, forming streaks of white mist.

Really, so cold.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, they are all dressed in white. Really, it is easy to give people the feeling that there is no other color in the world except white.

Zhou Ji covered his hands and rubbed them back and forth, his nose was a little numb from the cold, his feet were also a little numb, he thought he'd better go back to the back room, it was too cold outside.

Before he could take a step forward, Liang Nuo appeared by the door, wrapped in some heavy cotton clothes, standing upright by the door.Zhou Ji looked at her, stepped over the threshold, walked up to her, and said, "Why are you here?"

She handed the wrapped thing in her hand, Zhou Ji stretched out his hand to pick it up, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Yesterday, I went to town with Dad. This is a pastry. You can try it."

Zhou Ji, upon hearing it, stretched out his hand to tie the wrapped knot, his little hands were not flexible.

In the end, I untied the knot and looked at the four pieces of pastry placed in the palm of my hand. I felt sad and stuffed one piece into my mouth. It was a bit like made of glutinous rice, sweet.

Just about to stuff another piece, she asked, "Why haven't you come out during this time?"

Zhou Ji, with pastry stuffed in his mouth, replied intermittently, "It's too cold, I don't want to come out."

Guess, she should understand, right?

After the two pieces were settled, Zhou Ji felt a little tired, so he didn't stuff any more into his mouth.

"Don't eat?" She asked suspiciously.

Zhou Ji nodded, she wrapped the pastry again, put it in Zhou Ji's hand, and said, "Then you put it away, and eat it when you want to eat it."

Watching the falling snowflakes tick by tick, she realized that even the sleeves of her outstretched hands were stained with snowflakes, soaking her clothes after a short stay.

Subconsciously reached out his hand, trying to pat the snowflakes on her sleeve, but accidentally touched her hand, Zhou Ji realized that her hand was so cold, it was bitingly cold, subconsciously, his hand reflexively avoided it.

When she wanted to hold her hand again, she withdrew her hand and said softly, "My hands are cold, don't let your hands get cold again."

Glancing at her hand, fortunately, it wasn't as badly swollen as it was last year. Thinking about it, Zhou Ji felt a little scared.

She lowered her head and watched quietly, but bent her mouth, stretched out her hand, and landed on Zhou Ji's shoulder, gently patted the snowflakes on Zhou Ji's shoulder, and said, "Okay, come in quickly, otherwise If you're sick, it's not good."

Zhou Ji nodded, stepped over the threshold, opened the windshield curtain, and looked outside before she turned and left.

When he returned to the warm back room, Zhou Ji couldn't help shivering, thinking that it was really too cold outside.

The hand holding the pastry trembled uncontrollably. Sitting around on the kang, it finally calmed down.

Looking at the pastries in front of him, Zhou Ji realized that he was thirsty, so he poured himself a glass of warm water and drank it.

Listening to the soft sound of snowflakes falling by the window, I thought to myself, let the rest of the cakes be eaten by A Niang and the others.

After all, it's not a good habit to eat alone.