Spring is coming

Grandma Jing Yin made a big fuss, delayed the plane, and missed the trip to the beach. Chun Xin felt guilty. After dinner, she had to wash the dishes, wipe the table, and sweep the floor.

Jiang Mengyan didn't stop her, and said: "That's good, you and Dongdong, you will work one by one, one by one, one by one, and I won't have to do anything."

Xueli wailed, and Jiang Mengyan lay on the sofa happily, "This is so cool, from now on, I will be the Lafayette of this family."

She nodded Zhao Cheng with her chin, "You, you and you, the three of you are my servants."

Zhao Cheng was in the kitchen, lowering his head and cutting fruit. "Actually, this is fine. There are too many people outside during the National Day. Didn't the news broadcast say yesterday that all the scenic spots are full, so it's not for fun at all, it's for suffering."

So they finally decided to take this opportunity to visit all the scenic spots around Nanzhou City.

They get up at seven in the morning, drive out after breakfast, climb mountains, go shopping, eat... go to the zoo, aquarium, and amusement park.

I went home at [-] o'clock in the evening. After taking a shower, I had no energy at all. I was too tired to fall asleep quickly. In the morning, the alarm clock rang, and when I opened my eyes, the two children were already waiting at the door with their schoolbags on their backs.

Jiang Mengyan misses the days of going to work. She works overtime occasionally, and doesn't need to walk on the hot road under the scorching sun for twelve hours.

She often feels like a lump of lard that has just been dug into the pot and is about to melt.

On the fourth day, when the alarm clock rang at seven o'clock, Jiang Mengyan raised her hand and "slapped" it, her head was covered under the quilt, and she couldn't say anything.

Zhao Cheng suppressed a smile and looked at the two children at the door, and each gave 20 yuan, "Let's go out and play."

"So much?" Chun Xin didn't dare to ask for it, "For Dongdong."

Chun Xin never asked adults for money, she didn't even reach out to take it, she just said: "To Dongdong."

Xueli took the money, and when they closed the door and stood in the aisle, Chun Xin leaned over and jumped up and down beside her like a puppy, "Buy popsicles! Buy popsicles!"

She doesn't want money, but she doesn't eat less.

There are also popsicles at home, but adults are definitely not allowed to eat them at this point, not even in the snow. Take her to eat soy milk fritters.

They only carried one schoolbag, and they took turns carrying it. It was filled with water cups, towels, soap boxes, and fans. They could always find the taps exposed outside, and they had no psychological burden to unscrew other people's bridles and rub a towel to wipe their faces.

Chun Xin doesn't like sticky hands. When playing outside, he often finds a place to wash his hands. After washing, he puts it under his nose and smells it. "It smells delicious."

Grandma Yin had long been away from the big iron gate of the family building. She was picked up by Principal Yin. Chunxin walked through the door in fear, fearing that an old lady would pop out of a certain bush, so Xueli took her over and over again. Don't be afraid anymore.

They go to the street to buy breakfast, eat it in plastic bags as they walk, and chat casually. They will suddenly go in from a certain alley and come out from another alley. They walk leisurely and look happy, often If no one else laughed.

They are familiar with every road here, know everyone here, can't tell their names, with the fat aunt who is very fierce, the aunt who is not too fat and fierce, the aunt who is fat but not fierce, and the aunt who is average fat Aunt calls.

Children also gossip about adults, and Jiang Mengyan often eavesdrops on them, but she has never figured out who they are discussing.

Once, Jiang Mengyan felt that she had guessed right, and asked, "Is it Zhang Liping?"

Chun Xin waved his hand, "Who knows if her name is Zhang Liping."

Xueli said: "No, Zhang Liping is average fat."

Chun Xin suddenly realized, "So her name is Zhang Liping."

Jiang Mengyan said: "Is Zhang Liping fat?"

Xueli and Chunxin answered in unison: "Generally fat."

Chun Xin started to learn to draw, and every Saturday he walked two streets to the flea market, where there was a small shop that taught sketching.

There was also a time when Chunxin was invited by the parents, and the teacher complained that she had scribbled on the book. Jiang Mengyan opened it and looked at it. She thought it was pretty good and talented, so she took her to the class when she came back.

Accompanied by Xueli, Chunxin was in class while she was reading in a nearby bookstore, went home for lunch, and continued in the afternoon.

Jiang Mengyan and Zhao Cheng set a wedding date for Christmas, and Chunxin practiced calling Dad in his room at night.

She started to call her mother after Xueli last month. She didn't look like her own mother at all in her memory, and she accepted it very quickly. Her mother was long and her mother was short all day long, but when she came to her father, she encountered difficulties.

In private, in front of Xueli, it is very difficult for her to just say the word "father" without emotion, let alone call him father in front of Zhao Cheng.

Xueli said, "If you can't scream, don't force yourself."

Chun Xin shook his head, "I think it can be practiced, just like painting, if you practice more, you will get better."

Xueli nodded, said "OK", wrote a few lines in the notebook, and threw the notebook back, "Practice."

Chun Xin was lying in the middle of the bed, with his feet on the wall, brushing the messy hair on his forehead, picking up his notebook and reading, "Baba, Baba, no no, Banban, Baba, Baba, Pupu... Babala La, la la la la la la la la la la lu la..."

Xueli turned around, "I didn't write Baba Lala and Lu Lala."

"Of course you didn't write it." Chun Xin said confidently, "I made it up myself."

Xueli: "Why did you make up this?"

Chun Xin didn't speak, put his feet down, and rolled into the bed.

They changed to a 1.8-meter-large bed, and the two of them slept with 1.5-meter quilts on each bed. Xueli felt that something was wrong, so she got up and walked to the bed, kicked off her slippers and climbed in to see her.

Pushing aside the messy hair on her face, Xueli saw her flushed cheeks, she was a little startled, and touched her forehead first, "Have a cold?"

"No!" Chunxin hid with a giggle, and Xueli went to touch her face again, "It's so hot."

Xueli knelt beside her, "Are you shy? You're shy before you start calling Dad."

But after she finished saying this sentence, she felt that something was wrong, and she heard the chattering of Chun Xin's teeth.

Chun Xin was still laughing, grinning stiffly, and the smile was forced, Xueli reached out to touch her face, but she hid back, "What are you doing?"

Her body trembled uncontrollably, she was not shy, but afraid.Maybe it's a reminder of the past.

Xueli remembered what she had said to her before she left. She once had a nightmare, dreaming of her grandma, dreaming of being a child, she seemed to return to her childhood with adult memories, thinking that she would go through the pain of the past again, Breaking down and crying uncontrollably, he looked around in panic in his dream, looking for the exit of the illusion.

When she woke up, tears streaming down her face, she reached out her hand in the dark, longing for a hug, but she could only hug the pillow, or hug herself.

At that time, she had already left home and was living in a rented house behind Nantah University, where she often had such nightmares.

At that time, they didn't see each other very often. On the phone, she said more than once, "I would rather die than do it all over again, really. Fortunately, it was just a dream. When I woke up and found that it was just a dream, I was so sad Happy."

—I have left home, my grandma is dead.

Is it a dream now?Definitely Not.

"Don't be afraid, Yin Yuanchang won't do anything to you. Mom, I, and Uncle Cheng will protect you." Xueli opened her arms, "Hug me."

Chun Xin couldn't wait to get in, his two thin arms hugged her neck tightly, and slowly calmed down.

Xueli ran along her back for a moment, this misery only appeared for a short time in her life, and everything will be good in the future.

Jiang Mengyan opened the door and came in to ask them to eat fruit. Seeing the two hugging each other, she was used to it, "What's the matter?"

Chunxin didn't move, and Xueli didn't let go, saying, "She's scared."

"I'm scared again, what are you afraid of, don't be afraid, come and eat some fruit, your uncle has already cut it for you."

Xueli said, "Here we come."

Jiang Mengyan closed the door and went out, Xueli asked her, "Are you still afraid?"

Chun Xin said: "I still want to eat ice cream, I'm so scared, can I have ice cream?"

Xueli let go, got out of bed, put on her shoes, "I don't think you are afraid at all."

On Christmas Day, Jiang Mengyan and Zhao Cheng went to get their certificates, and they were going to have dinner at a restaurant in the evening, and they had a lively wedding.

Zhao Cheng's father died young, and his mother remarried. Hearing that his son was getting married, although he didn't come in person, he sent a large box of salted fish and scallops from the seaside.

Jiang Mengyan was sitting in front of the dressing table, with bright makeup, black hair and white gauze, which made her skin more radiant and translucent, better than the appearance of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. It was a gentle and powerful beauty that was accumulated over time and experience.

"I really didn't expect that I would still have the opportunity to wear a wedding dress." She once thought that she would be like that in her life, orphans and widows depend on each other for life.

"Of course you have to wear a wedding dress when you get married." Zhao Cheng stood at the door, his suit was ironed straight, his leather shoes were black and shiny, he wore a red velvet flower on his chest, and there was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is a sense of satisfaction emanating from the inside out. There is a kind of calm and stable power in him, no matter what he does, he is not in a hurry. Although Xueli is not his own, he is very similar to him.

Jiang Mengyan saw her two daughters in the mirror, one was always indifferent and said little, leaning coolly by the window with her hands in her pockets.One was lying on her big bed, her two little feet were raised up, she had put on a nondescript makeup on her face, and her lips were bright red and glowing.

Chun Xin is more like her, talkative and smug.

Jiang Mengyan was wearing her floor-sweeping wedding dress and was blown away by the cold December wind as soon as she opened the door. She closed the door with a "bang", and asked the two little ones, "Go and get my red woolen coat bring here!"

Chunxin and Xueli agreed to call each other Papa on the morning of the second day of the wedding, but at the wedding banquet that night, she poured half a glass of white wine into the orange juice glass by herself, and half an hour after drinking, she stood up from her seat with a flushed face. .

Xueli followed behind her and saw her stepping on the runway, stepping on the colored scraps of paper all over the floor, kowtowing firmly in front of Zhao Cheng and Jiang Mengyan in front of many guests and emcees, and kowtowed loudly. "There was a sound, like a big boy on TV who was about to bid farewell to his parents on a long journey, shouting loudly: "Dad, Mom——"

Jiang Mengyan's bouquet fell to the ground in shock.

When she woke up the next morning, she had already forgotten, and Xueli kindly reminded her that she drank the broken piece, and kept asking if it was true?

Jiang Mengyan waved, "Come, come, it's all recorded, come and watch for yourself."

Chun Xin repeatedly looked at himself in the video tape, and the sound of kowtowing rang in the living room.

After this time, it will be much easier to speak again, especially when you want to eat ice cream, calling Dad is not difficult at all.