Continuously

At the end of winter, the temperature dropped to below zero, the dripping water turned into ice, and the weather forecast called for a snowstorm, which was expected to be the heaviest snowfall in nearly three years.

It rarely snows in this city.

The Bureau of Education issued a notice that in order to cope with the coming heavy snowfall, all primary and secondary schools in the city will be closed in advance, and the final exam will be moved to the beginning of the next semester.

Yao An originally wished for it, until Yao Jianqi said that his gift would also be postponed.

What's even more bloody is that the heavy snow that forced the authorities to suspend classes did not know whether it turned into wind or rain halfway. In short, they never showed up until the Chinese New Year.

"What the hell." Yao An rolled his eyes towards the sky.

Everything seems to have settled down, the boiling water has reached the temperature that is most likely to be cooled, and the leaves that should have fallen have fallen. The last bird simply stopped flying south, curled up under the eaves of an old house, and chiseled the wall for warmth.

Anding Village has been stable throughout the winter, but when it hit bottom, it became lively instead.

The black car had a fresh splash of dust and was delayed for a long time on the difficult road before finally stumbling onto the asphalt road back home.

Walking to the entrance of the village, the vigorous old banyan tree was also wrapped in a circle of red, which was tied up with many pieces of cloth of different fabrics, and it was also on other trees. I can't help but laugh.

The right rear window was rolled down, revealing a pair of thin leaf-like eyes, blinking, Yao Jianqi rolled up the window after watching all the funny scenery.

Yu Wan is another outsider, so she couldn't help asking: "What's going on here?"

"You don't know, there is a very famous Crazy Liu in Anding Village, and he will make a lot of trouble every now and then." Yao Xinping explained while driving, "He probably made this thing too."

"Really?" The voice was Yao Jianqi.

Yao Xinping looked at him in the rearview mirror, it was rare for Yao Jianqi to be curious, and he readily explained: "That's right, this lunatic wears short sleeves in winter and a cotton jacket in summer, and greets everyone he meets, whether he recognizes him or not."

"Then where does he live?"

"Just at the entrance of the village," Yao Xinping said, "it seems to be that gray house, anyway, it usually hangs around here..."

"Is it over?" Yao An suddenly interrupted impatiently, "A lunatic is still like a treasure."

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, there was a rare silence, like motion sickness. He put a small pillow on the back of his neck to sleep, stepped on the rear air vent with his right foot, and stomped irritably twice when he spoke.

"What's your attitude?" Yao Xinping would have removed his leg if he hadn't held the steering wheel, "Take your foot away!"

"Guess what." Yao An pulled out the pillow and threw it on the seat, "I won't."

The pillow hit the soft skin, it was not heavy, but this was not a matter of severity, but a matter of Yao Xinping's dignity.

As soon as he turned the steering wheel, he would pull over, intending to teach him a lesson.

"It's New Year's Eve." Looking at the road behind, Yu Wan put her hands on the steering wheel and turned it gently, "The old man is still waiting for us to eat."

What she said seems to have nothing to do with it, but she really touched two key points.After Yao Xinping heard this, although his brows were still tense, his strength relaxed a little, and he was pushed back to the original path little by little.

"I'll settle the matter with you when I get home." Yao Xinping finally said.

Yao An didn't think it was a big deal: "I'll wait and see."

"It's almost there?" Before Yao Xinping's anger flared up again, Yao Jianqi poured water in a timely manner, "I miss grandma's meal."

The intention of his making this sentence is obvious, everyone can understand that Yao Xinping has always given him face, if he replies to this, it is not easy to continue to care about it.

"Come on, wait a little longer." Yao Xinping took his anger back.

"Okay." Yao Jianqi smiled, and moved to the left, touching the man's leg.

When there was no movement, he moved again persistently.

"Tsk."

Yao An withdrew his legs, and when he made a sharp turn, he fell on Yao Jianqi's body.

It was not yet dark, a piece of dead bamboo leaves fell on the path, and the roots were still green, just like the bamboo forest all over the mountain, but now white smoke curls up from the depths of the mountain, dotted with flowing clouds slowly, if it is not walking The line of sight is enough to see where the white smoke comes from - the brick chimney, which is so peaceful that it seems inhuman.

This is Yan Huaien's home.

As soon as Yao An and Yao Jianqifu stepped into the door, they could hear the sound of oil being poured from the kitchen next door, and with the aroma of vegetables, Grandma Yao was frying rice cakes.

"My grandma, hello—" Yao An raised his voice and shouted.

Zhengnai's kitchen was too noisy, there was the sound of the pressure cooker that was cooking pork, the sound of the heating kettle, and the meowing of the cat that followed her after smelling the smell—Grandma Yao's ears couldn't tell. .

Fortunately, Yan Huai'en from the neighboring room listened and greeted him first: "The guest has arrived."

"What kind of customer, don't come here." Yao An said.

"I didn't mention you again." Yan Huai'en turned to look at Yao An's side, "We haven't seen you for a long time, see you."

"Brother Huai En." Yao Jianqi smiled at him.

In recent years, Yan Huai'en often took care of Yan Muchun at home, and the two of them didn't see each other much, so Yan Huai'en could feel the difference as soon as he saw Yao Jianqi.

"It's so tall!" Grandma Yao shouted at the same time as him.

Grandma Yao could be considered to have heard the person coming, she rubbed her hands on the apron as she stepped forward, and held Yao Jianqi's face in her hands: "My precious grandson."

Yao Jianqi obediently let her hold her, and called out "Grandma".

"Ma'am." Yao An waved from the side, "You have more than one precious grandson."

"What's the fuss, I've been watching you for a long time." Grandma Yao wiped his face like a slap, "Where are your father and the others?"

Yao An: "I'm looking for a parking lot."

"It's hard to stop the car during the Chinese New Year." Grandma Yao looked to the other side of the room, "Ms. Yan and your grandfather are warming up in the back room. Your brothers go to say hello first."

"Okay." Yao Jianqi responded.

Grandma Yao stroked his hair, smiled and went to the kitchen.

Yao An asked Yan Huai'en, "Together?"

Yan Huai'en shook his head: "I'll help with the kitchen, and I'll have dinner later."

"Okay." Yao An put Yao Jianqi's shoulders, leaned closer and said, "Let's go, baby grandson."

Yao Jianqi glanced at him wordlessly and followed him.

The inner room was very quiet. The hazy sunlight shone through the frosted glass onto the table top covered with annual rings, and also fell on the two old people, one sitting and the other half lying down.

Grandpa Yao poured a glass of medicinal wine at the bottom and handed it to Yan Muchun's mouth. The latter moved his lips soundlessly: You drink.

Grandpa Yao had no choice but to take the cup back: "Then I'll..."

"Grandpa! Teacher Yan!" Yao An slammed the door open, startling his grandfather so much that he almost lost his grip on the cup.

"What are you doing, what are you talking about!" Grandpa Yao yelled at him.

Yao An looked at it indifferently: "It's Chinese New Year, how can we make it if we don't make trouble."

Yao Jianqi glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, knowing that he did it on purpose, and he mustered his energy from the moment he opened the door, just to not be discouraged.

Because Yan Muchun was already very ill.

His cheeks were sunken, and his complexion was as yellow as a dead tree. They had heard what Yan Huai'en said a long time ago, but when they saw it, no one believed it.

Usually, the grandparents of the Yan family went to Yao's house to celebrate the New Year together, but this year Yan Muchun couldn't walk anymore.

"Grandpa." After Yao Jianqi shouted, he turned slightly sideways, "Teacher Yan."

"Good boy." Grandpa Yao replied.

Yan Muchun's eyelids moved, and he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, which also answered them.

Yao Jianqi felt the hands on his shoulders tighten suddenly.

He pulled out the chair, sat down on the same side as Yao An, put that hand under the fire quilt, and added his own hands.

Yao An still had an unscrupulous look on his face, all relying on the strength of his hands.