Ten Years of My Little Mom and Female Celebrities

"Jiaojiao, bring the rolling pin to Mom!"

My name is Han Jiaojiao, I am six years old, born in 1973, and I live in the courtyard of Laotai Village, Guanzi Town, Guanzi City.My mother died when she was raising me, and my father fell into a ditch and died after getting drunk last New Year's Eve. Now I live with my sister-in-law, although she asked me to call her little mother.

"Why do you call me mom?" I asked her.

"Because mom doesn't plan to be a mom, you are enough for mom." The little mom shook her head, looking quite chic.

But the contents of the pot were very unfashionable, she rolled out the dough and broke it. Fortunately, it was the noodles, so it couldn't be seen.

"Little Mom, you won't be able to get married with your skills." There was a layer of black pan skin floating on the surface of the bowl, which made me seriously suspect that the iron pan would be burned through the bottom in a few days.

Mom rolled her eyes, "I like to eat or not."

I knew that if she got poorer, she would get angry, so I quickly picked up the contents of the bowl and stuffed it into her stomach.The food that looks sorry also tastes sorry. The leaves of the vegetables are bitter, there is mud on the roots, and there is a handful of salt that can kill people.

After I finished swallowing, I poured three jars of water into my mouth, and heard my little mother order again: "Jiaojiao, wash the dishes in a while."

"But I'm a five-year-old kid, and I'm not as tall as a pool."

"Can't you wash in the basin?"

She insists that one person cooks and the other washes the dishes. According to her, this is about "equality" and "family harmony". My little mother always talks in the same way, although she is only a farmer.

Mom patted her butt and went to my aunt Cuihua's house.

Aunt Cuihua is five and a half years old this year, but according to her seniority, I have to call her Auntie, otherwise it would be quite impolite in Laotai Village.Aunt Cuihua's father worked in a department store and was very rich. He bought the first TV in the village.After her family bought a TV, people always gathered to watch it all day long, including my little mother.

The difference is that other people go there whenever they have time and watch everything, but my little mother shows up on time at seven o'clock every night.

Seven o'clock is a TV series, and the most recent one is called "Lotus Picking Girl". In my words, it's smelly and long like an old lady's foot wrap, but I'll still watch it, because I'm friends with Aunt Cuihua, and I'm going to do both for my friend.

"Wow, Jianjun is so handsome!" Aunt Cuihua looked excitedly at the male protagonist again.

I didn't understand, "Isn't it because Wang Ermazi next door has no pockmarks?"

Aunt Cuihua punched me twice, warning me not to insult her idol.Of course, she couldn't say such polite words, she just called out "Han Jiaojiao stinky shit".

Although I am only half a year older than her, I have a good mind because I am like my little mother.

My little mother is the only female high school student in our village, and she is very good at studying. If she can go to college, she might become the first female village head of Laotai Village, no, she should be the mayor of Guanzi Town.She has a lot of books, some in Chinese, some in Niaoyu, and many picture albums, all of which are locked under the bed at home. Every ten days I do the dishes, I can ask her to read one.

My favorite story is "Flowers Love Birds".

The story goes like this:

A long time ago, a flower bloomed on the ground. The flower was very beautiful and delicate. Many flowers wanted to pollinate and set seeds with it, but it was unwilling because it liked a bird in the sky.

The bird is a migratory bird, which comes to the land where the flowers are in spring, and has a whole body of pure white and beautiful feathers.It touched the petals of the flower with its beak, but it didn't hurt the flower in the end.

The petals of the flower turned redder, thinking that this might be its first kiss.

The bird flies to the flower during the day and tells it stories about distant places, where it went in winter, the warm south, the sky, the earth, and the abundant aquatic plants.

At night, it spread its wings and returned to the water where it lived, as if it would never come back.

But the next morning, it will come to find flowers on time again.

The friends of the flower see through the mind of the flower and advise the flower to quickly find a flower to pollinate, don't wishful thinking, don't fall in love with the bird, because the bird belongs to the sky, it is wandering all its life, and can never stop.

Hua looked at her feet that were firmly stuck in the mud, and a drop of nectar rolled down, and she cried.

The bird took a beautiful stone in the water. The stone was light red, slightly transparent in the sun. It put the stone at the foot of the flower and said, "Flower, I give it to you."

Hua blushed again, and said in surprise, did you really give it to me?

It is looking forward to what humans call tokens.

The bird nodded, but it seemed sad.It said, flower, I'm leaving in three days.

ah?where to go

Flying south, I am an animal that lives by water and grass.

The flower covered her eyes with two leaves, it was very sad.

will you come back?

Next spring, I will come back to see you.

Flowers know that birds don't, they flowers are such short-lived creatures.They have only one season, and only one season can see the bright sunshine of this world.

Then, their life goes on to the seeds, buried deep in the ground, waiting to germinate again.

But is the newly bloomed flower still a flower?

Flowers are not disturbed, they have heard many stories from birds, birds have heaven and earth, birds are so wide, they cannot and should not keep birds.It opened the leaves and showed a bright smile. It said, "Go, bird, I'll wait for you."

All the flowers can't hug their lovers in their whole life. It already has a kiss, so why is it not satisfied.

When my little mother mentioned this, I could see that her eyes were a little red, but I was eager to know the story behind, so I threw myself on the book and asked, "And then?"

But the book won't tell me because its last page is broken.

The little mother closed the book, leaned her back against the window sill, and closed her eyes: "But the flower is still not satisfied. It begs the bird to pick it up and take it to the south to see the sky, the earth, the green mountains and the people."

"Bird shook his head and said Hua, you will die."

"The bird turned and left. The flower looked at its figure and struggled forward fiercely. It was amazed that its delicate body had such great strength. It heard the sound of the flower stem breaking, 'click', but the pain Didn't let it sparkle with tears."

"The flower sees the bird turn its head, and the flower understands that she and it will have a journey. Its petals will wither in the air, but it will die peacefully in the arms of the bird, drifting in the air, and buried in a corner of the world .”

"If a petal falls on your shoulder, remember, it's not a nameless flower, it's a bird's flower."

Mom didn't speak anymore, I knew she had finished telling the story.This ending made me sad, sad and happy, and I was almost swallowed up in the complicated emotions.

Mom glanced at me, "Go wash the dishes."

After finishing speaking, she faced out the window and gently closed her eyes.I looked at her, then took my dish basin and left.

Shhh, my little mom likes the wind and sunshine in the morning the most, please don't disturb her.

In the second half of the story of "Girl Picking Lotus", the hero and heroine broke up again, and Aunt Cuihua was crying beside me.

"Hey, aren't you going to marry Jianjun? Why aren't you happy that he didn't marry someone else?"

Cuihua always has a runny nose when she cries, and while sucking her nose, she said, "I want to marry Jianjun, but I also want A-Lian to marry Jianjun."

"That can't be done, you have to be monogamous."

Cuihua made a snot bubble, "What is monogamy?"

"That is, a man can only marry one woman, and Jianjun can only choose one of you and Alian."

I watched Cuihua fall into a dilemma in life.

"Then choose A-Lian, A-Lian is so beautiful, like a fairy." Cuihua decided to sacrifice herself for a happy family.

"No, my little mother is a fairy!"

Cuihua and I divide the beauty of people into many levels, such as unattractive, ordinary, good-looking, handsome and beautiful, and fairy.Before that, only my little mother was listed as a fairy.

Cuihua pouted angrily, "It's not just one fairy!"

The little mother has very chic short hair, but has big eyes and deep dimples, which are sour and sweet like apricots; the female star A Lian has long hair, long eyelashes, pink face, like fresh and juicy peaches.

I wanted to refute, but my mother came over, "Cuihua, do you also think Alian is pretty?"

The little mother usually doesn't like to talk, Cuihua is flattered and nods like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Me too."

The sole status of my little mother, whom I worked so hard to maintain, was broken by herself, which made me very angry, so I simply ignored them and went to watch "Girls Picking Lotus", which I hate.

Jianjun was facing the lotus pond, whispering softly, his eyes were deep, and he was more attractive than Wang Ermazi.

"When you look at the person you like, the stars and the moon are in your eyes. No matter how far you are, or how many years you haven't seen each other, when you think of her, your heart will tremble, sweet, painful and itchy."

The camera showed Alian in the distance, and I unconsciously looked at my little mother, but felt that her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Cuihua and I went to play mud with the boys, but when we got home, we found that the house was in a mess.

It turned out that grandma came. She grabbed me who was dirty and yelled at my little mother: "Han Xingxing! Look at you making Jiaojiao into a tomboy!"

"And you, you're both in your twenties! The third child of your second aunt's family is one year younger than you, and the children can already make soy sauce! Look at you, you're still dating!"

The little mother spread her hands, "Mom, our family tastes light, so we don't need so much soy sauce."

"I don't care! Your aunt introduced you to a partner, let me go there tomorrow!"

The little mother must have pushed back and forth, but she was still tied up by grandma the next day, wearing a water red dress, like a fake big girl.

But under her unremitting struggle, she still managed to bring me along.

The blind date was at a high-end restaurant in the town. I ate so much that I couldn't lift my head up, and my mother didn't look up. She felt that someone was sitting across from her and she just made nonsense: "You have also seen my situation. I am divorced and have a baby."

The person opposite seemed to smile, "Han Xingxing, it's me."

The little mother raised her head, was stunned, her eyes turned into surprise, "Zhao Fugui?"

Zhao Fugui forced a smile, "Small, keep your voice down."

Zhao Fugui's good-looking is between ordinary and good-looking, better than Wang Ermazi, and worse than Jianjun, but his eyes are still very friendly, he looked at me and asked my little mother: "This is your brother's kid."

"Yes, it's our child."

Zhao Fugui ordered a cake for me, with a layer of white paste on it, sweet and fragrant, I instantly felt that he could be my little dad.

"Long time no see, classmate Zhao." Mom said.

"Yes, it's been two years. Where did you get a high school?" Fugui said.

"We farm at home. I heard you work in the town government?" Mom said.

Fugui didn't look down on Xiaoma, with a humble expression, "Just a clerk."

"That's pretty good too, the future is boundless."

Fugui was very considerate to pour tea for my mother, and I liked him a little more. He said: "The most powerful among our classmates is Hongli. At that time, my family didn't agree to learn to act. Now it's better. "Plucking Lotus" "Girl" is so popular, my mother reads it every day."

I saw my mother paused while drinking tea, and she said, "It's very powerful."