Biography of Mr. Chunxiao

At this time, the sky was not too bright, but the white snow all over the ground was shining brightly, corresponding to the dead branches and fallen leaves on the roadside, forming a painting. It was a downcast and heavy painting. A pack of rock sugar, two packs of medicine, walking quickly.

There was something in his heart, so he was not so careful with his feet. If he didn't pay attention, Uncle Fu staggered, and he was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, a young man appeared from nowhere to help him. Faber.

"Old man, the road is slippery after the snow, so be careful where you step." The young man said after helping Uncle Fu steady.

Fu Bo was not good at words, so he just nodded and said thank you.

"Old man, is Wu County nearby?" the young man asked.

Uncle Fu pointed behind him, and the young man took two steps and jumped lightly. He was half as tall as he was, and he could already see the city gate of Wu County clearly.

After the young man fell to the ground, he walked up to Uncle Fu, and he didn't show any surprise when he saw him. He thought that his hometown was not as shallow as the seniors said, and he also thought that the seniors were all I can't go down the mountain a few times a year, maybe compared with the people outside the mountain gate, they are people with little knowledge.

"Old man, where do you live? I'll take you back." The young man said enthusiastically, the sunny smile on his face didn't match the machete on his back.

Uncle Fu went straight to his left front again, and the young man took another leap. About a hundred feet away, there was a small yard with green brick and tile houses, hidden behind a few big willow trees, and there were several families not far behind the yard, but this Several families looked like poor farmers. Although there seemed to be a lot of farmland around them, most of them were leased.

The younger generation can't tell which one is the old man's house in front of him, and even though it is very close, he still has to give it away.

"Old man, let me take you back." Without waiting for Uncle Fu to answer, he carried him on his back and jumped over there.Fu Bo was taken aback, but the expression on his face was still calm.

In just a few breaths, Uncle Fu arrived in front of the yard of the blue-brick house. The young man wanted to jump forward, but Uncle Fu patted his shoulder: "I'm here."

The young man stopped immediately and carefully put Fu Bo down.Aunt Fu, who had just been waiting, opened the door and saw Uncle Fu who had just got off the back of the younger generation: "Oh! What's going on? Old man, did you fall? Did you feel any pain?" Aunt Fu looked around Uncle Fu, not daring to speak too loudly, for fear of being heard by her boss.

"I didn't fall, I was supported." Uncle Fu pointed to the young man standing beside him.

"Thank you very much. If he falls at this time, it will be really difficult." Aunt Fu thumped Uncle Fu's chest, and she was also full of gratitude to the young man. "Thank you, son, really thank you."

The young man's face was flushed, and his hands were unconsciously pushed back, like a child in a private school who was scolded by his master.

"No thanks, no thanks." The young man obviously didn't know how to deal with this situation. Seeing Aunt Fu invited him to have a cup of hot tea at home, turned around and jumped away, his eyes were not very good in the blink of an eye. Aunt Fu couldn't see him anymore.

Aunt Fu said thanks and went in with Uncle Fu, then suddenly remembered: "It's snowing now, isn't it the Chinese New Year soon?" Uncle Fu nodded.

"Hey, but there is nothing prepared at home so far, what should I do?"

Uncle Fu didn't answer, because he didn't know what to do. There was a severe drought in the whole country more than 20 years ago, and there was no grain harvest. He often helped others. His wife was pregnant with his boss at the time, so he passed away after giving birth to his boss. His health was not good since he was a child, and his cub died at that time. At that time, he felt that the sky was falling .But now that I think about it, I haven't been in such a difficult situation as I am now, and I am still old.

Aunt Fu sighed again, walked into the kitchen, took out a piece of rock sugar and put it into the pear water that was boiling. After a while, the rock sugar Sydney was ready.Aunt Fu served it neatly, and took it to the host's room. At this time, the host was already dressed neatly, with her hair still loose, sitting at the small round table and talking with the young host.

Seeing Aunt Fu came in, Zhang Chunsheng let go of An'er and let him sit next to him. Then the father and son carefully drank rock sugar pears together. It was sweet but not greasy, refreshing and delicious. A small bowl After a while, Zhang Chunsheng smiled and wanted to rub his son's belly. Aunt Fu watched from the side and suddenly felt less heavy. No matter what, life must go on.

At this time Uncle Fu came in again, holding a small bowl of medicine, Zhang Chunsheng frowned, relying on the experience of several days of fighting hard and finally drinking the medicine, he knew that he had no right to refuse the medicine, So I didn't say anything, I picked up the bowl, and if it was at the right temperature for my mouth, I dried up the medicine with a gurgling gurgling, and then drank the water that Fuber had prepared on the side, with a bitter taste in my mouth. So the brow is still frowning.

When his son saw it, he just hugged his leg and moaned softly to comfort him.

Seeing this situation, Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu were about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the owner, when they were stopped by the owner who was still frowning: "Uncle Fu, Aunt Fu, after I finish this bowl of rock sugar pears, I have another bowl Medicine, there is no room in my stomach, so there is no need to prepare breakfast today. How about we stay here and have a good chat?"

Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu turned around and looked at each other, not knowing what to talk to their boss. When the old boss and his wife were still there, they often sat and talked with them.Sometimes it is to discuss whether it is a boy or girl that Mrs. Fu and Aunt Fu are pregnant with, and what to name it. Sometimes it is to discuss how to make white rice porridge to be innovative and delicious. Sometimes it is to call people to the children. Should I teach you to call me father or mother first? Because of this wife and Aunt Fu, I got angry with my old boss and him. In the end, of course, he and my old boss were defeated first, saying that of course we should teach me to call mother first. .In the end, neither the wife nor Aunt Fu had time to hear their children calling their mother. The wife died and his cubs were gone.Thinking of this, the expressions of both of them are not happy.

"For example, Aunt Fu, where did your bracelet go?" Zhang Chunsheng sighed. This morning he found that Aunt Fu's right hand would rub against her left wrist from time to time, and the silver bracelet that was originally worn on her left wrist was gone. .

Before Aunt Fu could speak, her eyes turned red involuntarily, "I didn't go anywhere, I just felt uncomfortable wearing it, so I put it on."

"Aunt Fu, you watched me grow up, and you know that I can't bear hardships, but you must let me know what the situation at home is, and you two old people can't be the two of you for the sake of daily necessities. Love tokens are not." Zhang Chunsheng patted An'er on the back and asked him to comfort Aunt Fu whose eyes were already involuntarily weeping.

"Forbe, tell me."

"Boss, the family is already in a bad situation." Uncle Fu didn't say exactly how bad it was, but the situation was really bad if Fubo, who had always been prudent, could say it was bad.

Zhang Chunsheng sighed again, "Uncle Fu, there is a small box made of plum blossom wood in my study, and there is still a little bit of silver in it, you go and get it, isn't it that the Chinese New Year is coming soon? Tomorrow we will go shopping in the county together Well, the year is always over."

Uncle Fu did not refuse, but Aunt Fu worriedly said: "But Master, you are not in good health yet."

"Okay, okay, it's okay, no matter how bad it is, it will never be better." Zhang Chunsheng stood up and straightened his sleeves, and Aunt Fu helped put on a cloak, "An'er, come and accompany my father." See if the plum blossoms are blooming in the yard? It’s snowing here, and it’s time to bloom.”

An'er grabbed the hand that his father extended to him, and walked towards the yard with his father. Three plum trees were planted in the southeast of the yard. It has been many years. After the snow this year, they are still blooming. Wait until the New Year's Eve Thirty that night should be fully open.

Uncle Fu looked at the back of the thin boy with loose hair holding the child who was less than three feet tall, and suddenly thought of his old club. After his wife died of dystocia, their family was in trouble for a while, and finally the old club walked towards the three trees with his wife in his arms. Standing for a while next to the plum tree that was planted when I first found out that my wife was pregnant, the old owner stopped being depressed and started to manage the family affairs. A few more acres of fertile land.The owner at this time was very similar to the old owner at that time, and Uncle Fu was full of hope that their family would be fine.

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