Spring is coming

The school sent out the report card, a red book the size of the child's palm, which recorded the grades of each subject in detail, as well as the comments carefully written by the head teacher.

At this time, Chun Xin was still very obedient, willing to study hard without being supervised, and his grades in all subjects were basically above 90 points.

Grandma put on reading glasses, held a little red book, and sat in front of the window to analyze each item one by one.

Xueli and Chunxin are together every day, and comparison is inevitable. If Xueli's grades are better than Chunxin's, Chunxin will be blamed. On the contrary, grandma will not say that Xueli's grades are not good, but blame Chunxin for spoiling her. .

Fortunately, the numbers on the two people's report cards were similar, and grandma didn't say anything.

but……

"Lively and active...Hmph, she's just naughty, very naughty, do you like to do little tricks in class?"

"Be good at expressing, you must love to talk! Love to talk in class!"

"A little girl with a lot of personality?"

This is terrible, it is not a good thing for a child to have too much personality.

The number on the report card is so beautiful, and he went home happily, but he got a call out of nowhere, Chun Xin was not convinced, argued loudly, and was labeled as a talker again.

Xueli wanted to speak, but Chunxin had already yelled, "You guys are obviously talking nonsense!"

"What are you guys, you talk to adults like this? You don't have any manners at all."

Grandma pulled her arm over, picked up the iron hook hanging by the coal stove, pinched her fingers and slapped her twice.

Xueli wanted to grab it, but Chunxin suddenly withdrew his hand and ran away. The adult's scolding continued, Chunxin ran to the backyard, squatted in the corner and covered his ears.

No sound can be heard here, the palm of the beaten hand is red and hot, sticking to the cheek, warming the cold nose.

"I hate it!"

"Chunchun." Xueli squatted beside her.

She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, "Dongdong, I'm so annoying, so annoying! I don't like to talk at all!"

She draws in class, plays with bugs, leaves and grass roots, steals food... What's more, she just passes notes to Xueli, and she rarely talks at all!

"Well, they are talking nonsense. You are the best. They don't know you at all. I know you are the best. The teacher writes only praises about you."

"Then why did grandpa and grandma say that about me?"

Xueli sighed, "...I'm afraid you will be proud."

"I'm not proud at all."

Xueli didn't know how to comfort her anymore, children couldn't reason with adults.

"Let's play this."

Chun Xin had already found a way to divert her attention. There were many small snails crawling on the wall beside the ditch in the yard. She pulled them out one by one and collected a large jar.

Afterwards, Xueli found an opportunity to take Chunxin home and let her mother see their report cards.

Jiang Mengyan boasted fiercely, and each of them rewarded two yuan. Chunxin didn't want it. Jiang Mengyan gave the money to Xueli, "You help my sister keep it, and then go buy some snacks."

She was happy now, thanked her, and acted like a baby leaning against the sticky snow, "You have to keep it safe for me—"

"Well, I'll take you to buy beard flowers for Chinese New Year."

The family started to marinate bacon. Jiang Mengyan asked Grandma Yin to buy some for her. The meat was placed in a large wooden basin and sprinkled with seasonings to marinate. Grandpa was going to the mountain to chop firewood, so he prepared half a bottle of wine and put it on the table.

The wine was in a drink bottle, Chun Xin saw it, his eyes lit up and he looked up, "Pulse!"

Where did the pulsation come from? Did Dongdong buy it?

She unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp, smacked her lips after drinking, and picked up the teacup to rinse her mouth.

"It's too bad to drink!" Pulse is also too bad to drink!

Xueli was sitting by the bed doing homework for winter vacation, Chunxin leaned over with a blushing face, "Hey, Dongdong."

She was lying on the bed, picking at the mat with her fingers, and there was an obvious gap in her bangs, which she cut with scissors.

Her face was pressed against the mat, her head was arched up and down, her eyes were misty, her lips were pouty, and her fingers mischievously poked the pencil in the snow to prevent her from writing.

Xueli reached out to touch her face, feeling something was wrong with her, so she leaned closer and smelled, "Did you steal Grandpa's wine?"

"The pulsation I drink, you tell you, it's so bad, don't drink it."

Xueli knew that, it contained bulk sorghum wine that grandpa made.

"Dongdong, you are so kind." Chun Xin grabbed her finger, "Your mother, if only my mother would be fine."

She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, sobbing softly: "I want Mommy too,"

"Why don't I have a mother? Maybe my mother will love me and not beat me."

With his face buried in the pillow, Haruno weeps sadly.

Xueli threw the pen and climbed onto the bed, lying beside her, like stroking a poor kitten in the rain, running down her back, "My mother is your mother, and I will always be with you. "

Chun Xin just repeated over and over again, "I want my mother."

The next day, grandpa took them into the mountain. In the farther and deeper mountain behind the 153rd team, there was a lame old man without children who lived alone in a wooden house built by himself.

It is said that he also had a wife and children. His wife has died of illness, and his son has a two-story self-built house in the village with a large yard in front of the door.

There are too many helpless things in this world, there are children crying for their parents, and there are also old people who have been abandoned and live alone in the mountains.

The lame old man claimed that the two mountains on which the wooden house was backed belonged to him, and he only needed to send him half a bottle of wine to cut off some pine branches and drag them back to smoke bacon.

Maybe he was lying, but all he wanted was half a bottle of wine, and he would deliver the cut branches to people's doors himself.

Passing through row after row of family buildings, climbing over the collapsed wall, walking down the mountain road, crossing the ring road, continuing to the deep mountain, and walking for an hour or so to the lame old man's mountain forest.

Three other grandpas from the Tuojimao Old Man's Gang, four adults and two children, went with them, walking in a single file through the green pine forest.

There is a thick layer of reddish-brown pine needles on the forest path, which is soft to step on.In the early morning when the light rain stopped, I occasionally heard distant and crisp birdsong, and the air at the tip of the nose was moist and moist. In the dark pine forest, no one spoke, enjoying this rare quiet time.

When they reached an open place, even if it was only two or three meters short, Chunxin would run up and walk side by side with Xueli, holding hands, until the mountain road could not allow them to be side by side, so they had to separate.

It’s so quiet in the mountains. After walking through this pine forest, we entered a bamboo forest. The ground is still dry and soft, and the bamboo forest is breathing "sizzling".

Before he knew it, he had gone a long way, and it started to rain, and everyone put on their hats one after another. The team suddenly stopped, and the grandpas turned their heads. Chun Xin became anxious, thinking that he had done something wrong.

"Come."

One pair of hands after another handed over a branch, and the branches were densely covered with small red fruits.

It is Huojing, which is a common wild fruit on the mountain at this time. It is the size of soybeans and tastes like an apple, so it is also named wild apple, but the taste is astringent.

"Your grandfather picked it for you at the old shop."

"It's so red!"

"It's rare to see such a red one."

"It's red when it's cold."

After a short stop, the team continued to move forward. Chunxin held up the bunch of wild apples and shared them with Xueli, spitting out the seeds farther than anyone else.Maybe next spring, many wild apples will grow along this road.